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AUTUMN.

CROWN'D With the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While AUTUMN nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on, the Doric reed once more,
Well pleas'd, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
Nitrous prepar'd-the various-blossom'd Spring
Put in white promise forth-and summer suns
Concocted strong-rush boundless now to view,
Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme.

Onslow! the muse, ambitious of thy name,
To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,
Would from the public voice thy gentle ear
A while engage." * Thy noble cares she knows,

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*This dedication to Arthur Onslow, the celebrated Speaker, first appeared in the earliest quarto edition of the Seasons, with a poem to the memory of Sir Isaac Newton, printed by subscription in 1730. It contained the first edition of the Autumn.

Arthur Onslow was descended from an old Shropshire family. He was the second son of Sir Richard Onslow, Bart., member of Parliament for Bramber, in the reign of Charles I., during the Usurpation, and for some time after the Restoration, by his second wife, Mary, daughter of Sir Thomas Foot, Bart., Lord Mayor of the City of London.

The name of the family was derived from Ondeslow, a manor which has since been named Kenilworth. The family gave three Speakers to the House of Commons. The subject of the present brief sketch has been termed "clarum ac venerabile nomen.

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The patriot virtues that distend thy thought,
Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow;
While listening senates hang upon thy tongue,
Devolving through the maze of eloquence

A roll of periods sweeter than her song.

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was elected Speaker in January, 1728, and continued in office for a period of thirty-three years. During a great part of the time that Mr. Onslow held the office of Speaker, he enjoyed, also, the lucrative office of Treasurer of the Navy; yet with both these appointments, his private fortune suffered from his liberality.

He had great knowledge of English parliamentary history. At the Revolution, under James II., his Notes on the Constitution were considered so valuable, that they were afterwards extensively used by Mr. Hatsell, in his Parliamentary Precedents. Although Mr. Onslow was strict in the performance of his duties as Speaker, yet, on every occasion, he was civil and polite in preserving order in the House. His probity was undoubted, and on more than one occasion, when he had to give the casting vote, the propriety of his decision was unquestioned.

Mr. Onslow resigned the chair, which, during thirty-three years, he had so ably filled, on the 18th March, 1761, on account of his years and increasing infirmities. The thanks of the House of Commons were unanimously voted to him, with a recommendation to the Crown to grant a pension of three thousand a-year to him and to

his son; which was granted. No Speaker had ever more firmly maintained the dignity of his office, and supported the privileges of the House, than Mr. Onslow. "His knowledge of the constitution was only equalled by his attachment to it."1

In his valedictory address, whilst he spoke of his retirement, he concluded with a prayer for the perpetuity of the constitution, and accepted the pension only on account of his family. This address was followed by the thanks of the House. The address to the king received for answer that his Majesty would do "what shall appear to him to be most proper, agreeably to the desire of his faithful Commons; " and the above-mentioned pension was conferred. On the fifth of the following month, the Common Council voted him the freedom of the City, which was presented to him in a gold box, of the value of one hundred pounds, as a testimony of the gratitude of the citizens for his support of the rights, privileges, and constitutional independence of the Commons of Great Britain.

Mr. Onslow, although retired from Parliament, yet did not wholly withdraw from public life; for in June of the same year we find him elected one of the Trustees of the British Museum.

1 Horace Walpole.

But she too pants for public virtue; she,

Though weak of power yet strong in ardent will,
Whene'er her country rushes on her heart,

Assumes a bolder note, and fondly tries

To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.

When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days, And Libra weighs in equal scales the year,*

From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook
Of parting Summer, a serener blue,

With golden light enliven'd, wide invests
The happy world. Attemper'd suns arise,
Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft through lucid clouds
A pleasing calm; while broad, and brown, below
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head.
Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale
Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain;
A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air

Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow.
Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;
The clouds fly different; and the sudden sun
By fits effulgent gilds the illumin'd field,
And black by fits the shadows sweep along.
A gaily chequer'd, heart-expanding view,
Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.

These are thy blessings, industry! rough power! Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain; Yet the kind source of every gentle art,

And all the soft civility of life:

Raiser of human kind! by Nature cast,

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* When the sun passes from the sign of the zodiac, termed Virgo, the Virgin, and enters the Balance or Libra, the autumnal equinox

commences.

Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods.
And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
With various seeds of art deep in the mind
Implanted-and profusely pour'd around
Materials infinite; but idle all.

Still unexerted, in the unconscious breast,
Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still,
Voracious, swallow'd what the liberal hand
Of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year;
And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd
With beasts of prey; or for his acorn-meal*
Fought the fierce tusky boar. A shivering wretch!
Aghast and comfortless when the bleak north,
With winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempest fly,
Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost-
Then to the shelter of the hut he fled;
And the wild season, sordid, pin'd away.
For home he had not; home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends,
And dear relations, mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged savage never felt,

Even desolate in crowds; and thus his days
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd, along :
A waste of time! till industry approach'd,
And rous'd him from his miserable sloth;
His faculties unfolded; pointed out
Where lavish Nature the directing hand
Of art demanded; show'd him how to raise

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*It is by no means certain that the acorn was ever employed as the food of man in this country: that which is used in the south of Europe is not the acorn of our oak (Quercus Robur), but the fruit of the Quercus Ballota, which is abundant in Spain, and bears an agreeable and nutritive acorn.

His feeble force by the mechanic powers;
To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth,
On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast;
Gave the tall ancient forest to his axe;

Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone,
Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose;
Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur,
And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm,
Or bright in glossy silk, and flowing lawn;
With wholesome viands fill'd his table, pour'd
The generous glass around, inspir'd to wake
The life-refining soul of decent wit:

Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity;
But, still advancing bolder, led him on
To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace;

And, breathing high ambition through his soul,
Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view,

And bade him be the lord of all below.

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Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd, And form'd a public; to the general good Submitting, aiming, and conducting all. For this the patriot council met, the full, The free, and fairly represented whole; For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, Distinguish'd orders, animated arts, And with joint force oppression chaining, set Imperial justice at the helm-yet still To them accountable: nor slavish dream'd That toiling millions must resign their weal, And all the honey of their search, to such As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd. Hence every form of cultivated life

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