DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. Prologue to The Gamesters.

Their cause I plead,- plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.1 Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.

Let others hail the rising sun :

I bow to that whose course is run.2

JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769.

Not what we wish, but what we want. Hymn.

1 I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.-Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy; Democritus to the Reader.

Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.

Virgil, Eneid, Lib. i. 630.

- Dryden's Plu

2 Pompey . . . . bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun. tarch, Clough's ed. iv. 66.

Life of Pompey.

3 Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men.

S. J. Arnold, Death of Nelson.

364

Greville.- Walpole.

MRS. GREVILLE.

17--17

Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,

Which, like the needle true,

Turns at the touch of joy or woe,

But, turning, trembles too.

A Prayer for Indifference.

HORACE WALPOLE.

The dignity of history.1

1717-1797.

Advertisement to Letters to Sir Horace Mann.

Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater.

Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742.

The world is a comedy to those that think,

a tragedy to those who feel.

Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1770.

A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.2 Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1774.

1 Ibid. Bolingbroke, On the Study of History, Letter v. (1735).

I shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended below the dignity of history.

Macaulay, History of England, Vol. i. Ch. 1.

2 A little nonsense now and then

Is relished by the wisest men.

Anon.

Gibbons.-Fordyce. - Stevens. 365

THOMAS GIBBONS. 1720-1785.

That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives but nothing gives;

Whom none can love, whom none can thank,

Creation's blot, creation's blank.

When Jesus dwelt.

JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796.

Henceforth the Majesty of God revere ;

Fear Him and you have nothing else to fear.1 Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing.

GEORGE A. STEVENS. 1720-1784.

Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!
List, ye landsmen, all to me;
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea.

The Storm.

1 Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte. — Racine. 1639-1699. Athalie, Act i. Sc. 1. From Piety, whose soul sincere

Fears God, and knows no other fear.

W. Smyth, Ode for the Installation of the Duke of
Gloucester, as Chancellor of Cambridge.

WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes bless'd!

Ode in 1746.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.

Ibid.

The Passions. Line 1.

Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd. Ibid. Line 10.

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

Ibid. Line 28.

In notes by distance made more sweet.

Ibid. Line 60.

In hollow murmurs died away.

Ibid. Line 68.

O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!

Ibid. Line 95.

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Line 5.

Eclogue 1.

Collins.- Foote.

Smollett.

307

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. To Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakespeare.

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

Ode on the Death of Thomson.

SAMUEL FOOTE.

1720-1777.

He made him a hut, wherein he did put
The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.

O poor Robinson Crusoe !

The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1.

TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ;
Lord of the lion heart, and eagle eye,

Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Ode to Independence.

Thy fatal shafts unerring move,

I bow before thine altar, Love!

Roderick Random, Ch. xl.

Facts are stubborn things.1

Translation of Gil Blas.

1 Facts are stubborn things. Husbandry, p. 35 (1747).

Book x. Ch. 1. Elliot, Essay on Field