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Here 'tis the soul feels sudden youth, ON BARCLAY'S APOLOGY FOR THE And meets exulting, virgin Truth ; QUAKERS.*
Here, like a breeze of gentlest kind,
Impulses rustle through the mind : THESE sheets primeval doctrines yield,
Here shines that light with glowing face, Where revelation is reveal’d;
The fuse divine, that kindles grace; Soul-phlegm from literal feeding bred,
Which, if we trim our lamps, will last,
Till darkness be by dying past.
And then goes out at end of night,
Extinguish'd by superior light.
Ah me! the heats and colds of life, Extracted from the parts terrene.
Pleasure's and pain's eternal strife, In these is shown, how men obtain
Breed stormy passions, which contin'd, What of Prometheus poets feign :
Shake, like th' Æolian vale, the mind, To Scripture plainness dress is brought,
And raise despair; my lamp can last, And speech, apparel to the thought.
Plac'd where they drive the furious blast. They hiss from instinct at red coats,
False eloquence! big empty sound!
Like showers that rush upon the ground! And war, whose work is cutting throats,
Little beneath the surface goes,
All streams along, and muddy flows.
This sinks, and swells the buried grain, As manufactur'd by the priest;
And fructifies like southern rain. And throw down turnpikes, where we pay
His art, well hid in mild discourse, For stuff, which never mends the way;
Exerts persuasion's winning force, And tythes, a Jewish tax, reduce,
And nervates so the good design,
That king Agrippa's case is mine
Well-natur'd, happy shade forgive !
Like you I think, but cannot live.
Thy scheme requires the world's contempt,
That from dependence life exempt;
And constitution fram'd so strong,
This world's worst climate cannot wrong. Bid us to follow what we feel. The world can't hear the small still voice,
Not such my lot, not Fortune's brat, Such is its bustle and its noise ;
I live by pulling off the hat; Reason the proclamation reads,
Compell’d by station every hour But not one riot passion heeds.
To bow to images of power ; Wealth, honor, power, the graces are,
And in life's busy scenes immers'd, Which here below our homage share :
See better things, and do the worst. They, if one votary they find
Eloquent Want, whose reasons sway, To mistress more divine inclin'd,
And make ten thousand truths give way, In truth's pursuit, t cause delay,
While I your scheme with pleasure trace,
Draws near, and stares me in the face.
“Consider well your state," she cries, There let the serious death-watch beat,
“Like others kneel, that you may rise ; There let me self in silence shun,
Hold doctrines, by no scruples vex'd, To feel thy will, which should be done.
To which preferment is annex'd ; Then comes the Spirit to our hut,
Nor madly prove, where all depends, When fast the senses' doors are shut;
Idolatry upon your friends. For so divine and pure a guest
See, how you like my rueful face, The emptiest rooms are furnish'd best.
Such you must wear, if out of place. O Contemplation! air serene!
Crack'd is your brain to turn recluse From damps of sense, and fogs of spleen!
Without one farthing out at use. Pure mount of thought! thrice holy ground,
They, who have lands, and safe bank-stock, Where grace, when waited for, is found.
With faith so founded on a rock,
" The honor'd prophet, that of old * This celebrated book was written by its author, both Us'd Heav'n's high counsels to unfold, in Latin and English, and was afterwards translated into Did, more than courier angels, greet High Dutch, Low Dutch, French, and Spanish, and proba The crows, that brought him bread and meat. bly into other languages. It has always been esteemed a very ingenious defence of the principles of Quakerism, even by tbose who deny the doctrines which it endeavors to establish. The author was born at Edinburgh in 1648,
THE SEEKER. and received part of his education at the Scots College in Paris, where his uncle was principal. His father became Wuer I first came to London. I rambled about, one of the earliest converts to the new sect, and from
From sermon to sermon, took a slice and went out his example, the son seems to have been induced to tread in his steps. He died on the 3d of October, 1690, in the
in the Then on me, in divinity bachelor, tried 421 year of his age.
Many priests to obtrude a Levitical bride ;
And urging their various opinions, intended
Say, father Thames, whose gentle pace To make me wed systems, which they recom Gives leave to view what beauties grace mended.
Your flow'ry banks, if you have seen Said a lech'rous old friar skulking near Lincoln's The much-sung Grotto of the queen. inn,
Contemplative, forget awhile
And Wolsey's pridet (his greatest guilt)
Browbeats your flood, look 'cross the way. Hear a church that can't err, if you hope for sal And view, from highest swell of tide, vation."
The milder scenes of Surrey side.
Nor abbeys, great in ruin, rise,
The Graces' and the Muses' love.
Said a jolly church parson, (devoted to ease, I How would he hail his new-born year!)
Whose sides such licens'd idols crown That our's is the true church, the sense of our As Superstition would pull down: tribe is,
The only pilgrimage I know, And surely in medio tutissimus ibis."
That men of sense would choose to go : Said a yea and nay Friend, with a stiff hat and Which sweet abode, her wisest choice, band,
Urania cheers with heavenly voice, (Who while he talk'd gravely would hold forth his While all the Virtues gather round, hand,)
To see her consecrate the ground. “ Dominion and wealth are the aim of all three, If thou, the god with winged feet, Though about ways and means they may all dis In council talk of this retreat, agree;
And jealous gods resentment show
Their house our heroes should admit;
With Earth's first commoners recruit.
Needless it is in terms unskill'd
To praise whatever Boyle 5 shall build ;
Of men, monopolists of fame;
For virtue as for learning known;
The thinking sculpture helps to raise Scilicet hic possis curvo dignoscere rectum,
Deep thoughts, the genii of the place:
† Hampton Court, begun by Cardinal Wolsey, and is Finding this chalkstone in my nest,
proved by King William III. I strain, and lay among the rest.
1 Queen Anne, consort to King Richard II. and Ques
Elizabeth, both died at Richmond.
| Sion-House is now a seat belonging to the Duke of
SRichard Boyle, Earl of Burlington, a nobleman remark able for his fine taste in architecture. "Never were tection and great wealth more generously and judiciously diffused than by this great person, who had every quality
J of a genius and artist, except envy." * A building in Richmond Gardens, erected by Queen
He died December Caroline, and committed to the custody of Stephen Duck. 19, 1103. At the time this poem was written, many other verses ap- ' |The author should have said five; there being the peared on the same subject.
busts of Newton, Locke, Wollaston, Clarke, and Boyle
To the mind's ear, and inward sight,
Let not profane this sacred place,
O Delia! when I touch this string,
Nor watch the wainscot's hollow blow;
Far from my theme, from method far,
No daub of elegiac strain These holy wars shall ever stain ; As spiders Irish wainscot flee, Falsehood with them shall disagree; This floor let not the vulgar tread, Who worship only what they dread : Nor bigots who but one way see Through blinkers of authority. Nor they who its four saints defame By making virtue but a name ; Nor abstract wit, (painful regale To hunt the pig with slippery tail !) Artists, who richly chase their thought, Gaudy without, but hollow wrought, And beat too thin, and tool'd too much To bear the proof and standard touch Nor fops to guard this sylvan ark, With necklace bells in treble bark: Nor cynics growl and fiercely paw, The mastiffs of the moral law. Come, nymph, with rural honors drest, Virtue's exterior form confest, With charms untarnish'd, innocence Display, and Eden shall commence; When thus you come in sober fit, And wisdom is preferr'd to wit; And looks diviner graces tell, Which don't with giggling muscles dwell, And Beauty like the ray-clipt Sun, With bolder eye we look upon; Learning shall with obsequious mien Tell all the wonders she has seen ;
THE SPARROW AND DIAMOND.
I LATELY saw, what now I sing,
Fair Lucia's hand display'd ; This finger grac'd a diamond ring,
On that a sparrow play'd.
The feather'd play thing she caressa,
She strok'd its head and wings; And while it nestled on her breast,
She lisp'd the dearest things.
With chisel'd bill a spark ill-set
He loosen'd from the rest, And swallow'd down to grind his meat,
The easier to digest.
She seiz'd his bill with wild affright,
Her diamond to descry: 'Twas gone! she sicken'd at the sight,
Moaning her bird would die.
The tongue-tied knocker none might use,
The curtains none undraw, The footmen went without their shoes,
The street was laid with straw.
Reason her logic armor quit,
O kindly view our letter'd strife,
What virtue is we judge by you;
Father! forgive, thus far I stray, Drawn by attraction from my way. Mark next with awe the foundress well Who on these banks delights to dwell; You on the terrace see her plain, Move like Diana with her train. If you then fairly speak your mind, In wedlock since with Isis join'd, You'll own, you never yet did see, At least in such a high degree, Greatness delighted to undress; Science a sceptred hand caress ; A queen the friends of freedom prize; A woman wise men canonize.
The doctor us'd his oily art
Of strong emetic kind, Th' apothecary play'd his part,
And engineer'd behind.
When physic ceas'd to spend its store,
To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er,
Picks up, when let alone.
His eyes dispellid their sickly dews,
He peck'd behind his wing; Lucia, recovering at the news,
Relapses for the ring.
Meanwhile within her beauteous breast
Two different passions strove; When av'rice ended the contest,
And triumph'd over love.
Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Thy pains the sex display, Who, only to repair a ring,
Could take thy life away.
Drive av'rice from your breasts, ye fair
Monster of foulest mien :
Could but its form be seen.
It made a virgin put on guile,
Truth's image break her word, A Lucia's face forbear to smile,
Ą Venus kill her bird.
THOMAS TICKELL, a poet of considerable ele. Gentleman at Avignon." Both these are selected gance, born at Bridekirk, near Carlisle, in 1686, for the purpose of the present volume. He was was the son of a clergy man in the county of Cum- about this time taken to Ireland, by Addison, who berland. He was entered of Queen's College, Ox. went over as secretary to Lord Sunderland. When ford, in 1701, and having taken the degree of M. A. Pope published the first volume of his translation of in 1708, was elected fellow of his college, first ob- the Iliad, Tickell gave a translation of the first taining from the crown a dispensation from the book of that poem, which was patronized by Addistatute requiring him to be in orders. He then son, and occasioned a breach between those emicame to the metropolis, where he made himself nent men. Tickell's composition, however, will known to several persons distinguished in letters. bear no poetical comparison with that of Pope, and When the negotiations were carrying on which accordingly he did not proceed with the task. On brought on the peace of Utrecht, he published a the death of Addison, he was intrusted with the poem entitled "The Prospect of Peace," which ran charge of publishing his works, a distinction which through six editions. Addison, with whom he had he repaid by prefixing a life of that celebrated ingratiated himself by an elegant poem on his opera man, with an elegy on his death, of which Dr. Johnof Rosamond, speaks highly of “The Prospect of son says, “ That a more sublime or elegant funeral Peace," in a paper of the Spectator, in which he poem is not to be found in the whole compass of expresses himself as particularly pleased to find English literature.”. Another piece, which might be that the author had not amused himself with fables justly placed at the head of sober lyrics, is his out of the Pagan theology. This commendation" Ode to the Earl of Sunderland," on his installaTickell amply repaid by his lines on Addison's tion as a knight of the Garter; which, keeping Cato, which are superior to all others on that sub- within the limits of truth, consigns a favorite name ject, with the exception of Pope's Prologue to its real honors.
Tickell, being attached to the succession of the Tickell iş represented as a man of pleasing man. House of Hanover, presented George I. with a poem ners, fond of society, very agreeable in conversaentitled “The Royal Progress;" and more effec- tion, and upright and honorable in his conduct. He tually served the cause by two pieces, one called was married, and left a family. His death took “ An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus ;" the place at Bath, in 1740, in the 54th year of his age. other, “ An Epistle from a Lady in England, to al