Sudden in penfive sadness droop'd her head,

Faint on her cheeks the blushing crimfen dy'd"O! chafte victorious triumphs, whether fled? My maiden honours, whither gone?" he cry'd..

Ah! once to fame and bright dominion born,
The earth and fmiling ocean faw me rise,.
With time coeval and the ftar of morn,

The first, the fairest daughter of the skies.

Then, when at Heav'n's prolific mandate sprung
The radiant beam of new-created day,
Celestial harps, to airs of triumph ftrung,

Hail'd the glad dawn, and ángels call'd. me
MAY.

SPACE in her empty regions heard the found,

And hills, and dales, and rocks, and vallies rung;, The fun exulted in his glorious round,

And fhouting planets in their courfes fung..

Forever then I led the conftant year;

Saw YOUTH, and Jox, and Love's en-
chanting wiles;

Saw the mild GRACES in my train appear,
And infant BEAUTY brighten in my fmiles..

No Winter frown'd. In fweet embrace ally'd,
Three fifter SEASONS danc'd th' eternal green ;;

And SPRING's retiring foftness gently vy'd With AUTUMN's blush, and SUMMER'S lofty mien.

Too

Too foon, when man prophan'd the blessings giv'n, And VENGEANCE arm'd to blot a guilty age, With bright ASTREA to my native heav'n

I fled, and flying faw the DELUGE rage:

Saw burfing clouds eclipfe the noontide-beams,
While founding billows from the mountains roll'd,
With bitter waves polluting all my streams,

My nectar'd ftreams, that flow'd on fands of
gold.

Then vanish'd many a fea-girt ifle and grove,
Their forefts floating on the wat'ry plain:
Then, fam'd for arts and laws deriv'd from fove,
My ATALANTIS * funk beneath the main.

No longer bloom'd primæval EDEN's bow'rs,
Nor guardian dragons watch'd th' HESPE-
RIAN Steep:

With all their fountains, fragrant fruits and flow'rs
Torn from the continent to glut the deep.

No more to dwell in fylvan fcenes I deign'd,
Yet oft' defcending to the languid earth,
With quick'ning pow'rs the fainting mafs fuftain'd,
And wak'd her flumb'ring atoms into birth.

And ev'ry echo taught my raptur'd name,
And ev'ry virgin breath'd her am'rous vows,

*See Plato..

And

And precious wreaths of rich immortal fame, "Show'r'd by the MUSES, crown'd my lofty

brows.

But chief in EUROPE and in EUROPE's pride,
My ALBION's favour'd realms, I rofe ador'd';
And pour'd my wealth, to other climes deny'd,
From AMALTHEA's horn with plenty flor'd.

Ah me! for now a younger rival claims
My ravish'd honours, and to her belong
My choral dances, and victorious games,
To her my garlands and triumphal fong.

O fay what yet untafted beauties flow,

What purer joys await her gentler reign?
Do lilies fairer, vilets fweeter blow?
And warbles Philomel a fofter ftrain?

Do morning funs in ruddier glory rife?
Does ev'ning fan her with ferener gales?
Do clouds drop fatness from the wealthier fkies,
Or wantons plenty in her happier vales?

Ah! no the blunted beams of dawning light
Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day;
And CYNTHIA, riding on the car of night,
Through clouds embattled faintly wings her way.

Pale, immature, the blighted verdure springs,

Nor mounting juices feed the fwelling flow'r ; Mute all the groves, nor Philomela fings

When SILENCE liftens at the midnight hour..

Nor

Nor wonder, man, that nature's bashful face,

And op'ning charms her rude embraces fear: Is fhe not fprung from APRIL's wayward race,

The fickly daughter of th' unripen'd year?

With fhow'rs and funshine in her fickle eyes,
With hollow fmiles proclaiming treach'rous peace;
With blushes, barb'ring in their thin difguife,
The blafts that riot on the SPRING's increase?

Is this the fair invefted with my spoil

By EUROPE's laws, and SENATES' ftern com-
mand?

Ungen'rous EUROPE let me fly thý foil,
And waft my treasures to a grateful land.

Again revive on ASIA's drooping fore

My DAPHNE's groves, or LYCIA's ancient plain;

Again to AFRIC's fultry fands reftore

Embow'ring fhades, and LYBIAN AMMON'S fane:

Or hafte to northern ZEMBLA's favage coaft,
There hufh to filence elemental frife;
Brood o'er the regions of eternal frost,

And fwell her barren womb with heat and life.

Then BRITAIN-Here he ceas'd. Indignant grief,
And parting pangs her fault ring tongue fuppreft:
Weil'd in an amber cloud, he fought relief,
And tears, and filent anguifh told the rest.

NUMB

NUMB. 83. THURSDAY, August 1, 1754..

SIR,

To Mr. FITZ-ADAM.

HEN the ftudies of learned and phi

W lofophical men are employed in ex

tending the commerce and improving the manufactures of their country, they cannot be held in too high a degree of estimation by a trading. people.

THE perfection at which our home manufactures are arrived, we impute in a great measure to the ingenuity of our ordinary handicrafts, to the industry of our merchants, and to the honefty and integrity of our trading companies.. But in my humble opinion, if our natural philofophers had not kindly ftept in to the affistance of the faid handicrafts and others, our manufactures would scarcely have been carried to fo great a degree of excellence above thofe of the ancient, as well as of the modern world. For by as much as we are before all other countries. in the knowledge of natural philofophy, by juft fo much are all other countries behind Us in the goodness of their manufactures.

IT is by the head of the philofopher that the hand of the mechanic is put in motion and though the ancients and a few nations of the moderns may have produced fome good hands,, yet their having made fo mean a figure in trade,

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