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Thus by the storm of life at distance blown, . .
These shrunk; and scattering left the Sire alone.
He mark'd th' approaching night with clouds o‘erspread,
The gathering surge, and dark involving shade,
Sedate ; though conscious that it's wastelul rage,
Dire ev'n in youth, o'erwhelms declining age.

One prize alone, of all his youth obtain'd,
One lovely prize, an infant-charge, remain'd;
She, yet unconscious of the varying scene,
Slept on the roaring surge, and smild serene:
Her thought elate; nor taught afar to roam,
Mov'd in one round, nor left it's little home.

To rear this plant he bent his utmost care ;
The happiest fite he wilh'd; the purest air:
In man long vers’d, by fage experience taught,
He knew the shades that dash the fairest draught;
Scann'd with impartial thought each opening view,
And mark'd where Peace invites her chosen few!
Oft, when no eye his wandering step survey'd,
Sunk in the gloomy wood's incumbent shade,
As o'er the past with anxious thought he ran ;
Thus muting spoke the vererable man:

" Where shall I fly? - \Vhat place, unfriended, find To rear the pledge AMELIA left behind ? That lovely, young, adorn’d with every grace, " Truth stamps the mind, as Beauty moulds the face; 56 The bashful charms that timid eyes display; " These to the spoiler mark his destin'd prey. To him (when sleeping in the land of rest), “ Young shall I leave the weak, and yielding breast? * Cait the mild Virgin on a world untry'd; “ In mazes lost, without a friend to guide ? “ No.-Let me bear her to some diftant plain, • Some land, where meek-ey'd Quiet holds her reign; “ There bred with artle's innocence to stray, “ Far from the throng whom flattering hopes betray; “ Safe may she rest where fewer cares annoy;

Cheer'd with the smiles, though not the glare of joy, $« Thus while I rear her in the rural scene, “ Teach just defires, and Nature's temperate mean; " While thus employd ; let rolling years o'ershade, “ Let gathering storms affail this aged head, “ Firm in the path of right I stand secure; “ Safe from the snares of Art, th' assaults of Power; . “ And bless'd, transmit, when in the general home, “ Not wealth, but virtue to the race to come.”

Now pleas'd to 'scape from Folly's buttling train,
Scene after scene he scann'd, but fcano'd in vain :
Vice with her raven wing, and desperate band,
Like some dire pest o'erspread his native land,


Not less her power in humbler stations known,
Than rais'd, where tinsel'd crouds surround her throne :
As these Ambition, Power, and Pride controul,
Thole Hate, Deceit, Distrust, and Envy rule;
Some happier clime he wish'd ; some peaceful cell,
Some land where exil'd worth delights to dwell;
Some spot where Nature's wild domain extends,
Or blameless race the Power's selected Friends.
Long ere he fix'd, he view'd each region o'er;
Then chose one calm, but folitary shore.

Far on old Ocean's utmost region cast,
One lonely Ine o'erlooks the boundless waste;
Dropt like a rock amrid' the HEERID train;
Around it swells the wind, and roars the main.
Diin from it's cliff, but tar-reinote, is shown
One distant coait * ;-'tis elle a world alone!
Lewes, from Soulisker's aëry brow survey'd,
On the blue æther seems a hovering fhade ;
Else, even the wild and naked Ifies around,
Bleak SLEAT's, or Kuda's unfrequented ground,
Even there the land by fewest wanderers trod,
Seem'd wide to this, the traveller's throng'd abode.
Not that the Isle was waste ;-but plac'd aside,
Few itrangers ere its little hamlets ey'd .
A scanty space it fill'd. One vale contain'd
Their corns; and one the woolly tribes sustain'd:
High o'er the beetling cliff, with pasure clad,
The brouzing goats, or harmless catile itray'd ;
'Twas else with molly turf, or herbs o'ergrown,
Save where old Ronan reard the fainted itone S,
When here forlorn the hoary hermit came,
The people bless'd, and gave their land his name."

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Rona (according to Mr. Martin's account) lies at the distance of about twenty leagues from the North East point of Ness, in the Isle of Lewes! which is the land inost contiguous to it. It can only be seen from this poi in a fair summer's-day. Account of the West Isles, p. 19..

+ It is reckoned to be about a mile in length (about two Englith miles) and only half that distance in breadth. The author above referred to meno tions particularly one minister who had vifted this remote isle, which was a part of his giebe; and from that gentleman principally he appears to h received his information.

I The divisions here mentioned are such as our author leads us to lup? pose may have taken place. There is, he says, a hill in the West part of the island:-and he acquaints us that the inhabitants had cows,'Theep, bal ley, and oats,

Ś We refer the reader to Mr. Martin's account of the chapel of St. Ronan, the piece of wood kept in it to which the simple inhabitants a cribed extraordinary virtues; their strange ceremonies, total ignorance the world, and many other amusing circumstances. He mentions particud Jarly their taking their names from the colours of the sky, rainbow, and clouds,

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The poet's description of the simple inhabitants of this sea queftered island, is beautifully inoral and poetical.

A harmless race on this sequester'd shore
Pass'd the long round of lingering ages o'er,
In quiet pass’d :—from fire to son convey'd
Nought but the net, the arrow, and the spade.

Though few the hamlets, yet with joyful eyes
Each fire beheld a numerous offspring rise.
Like plants that thrive in some propitious clime,
He mark'd their spring, their fpreading, and their prime,
All in one group. The sturdy youth manur'd
The field, whose fruits supply'd their homely board,
No din of arms disturb’d their peaceful year,
Nor rout broke wild on Rest's recoiling ear,
Nor gaz'd a crowd on Pleasure's dancing plume,
Nor Art's rude pencil stain'd the Virgin's bloom;
Nor from the withering cheek, an eye depressid
Fix'd on the pendent drops, and glittering veit.
Each deed was just, to Virtue's itandard brought;
And mov'd to Nature's lore th' obsequious thought,
The guileless wish; the heart's expressive figh,
The dew that trembling melts in Pity's eye..
Th' inspiring Hope in simplest guise pourtray'd;
Pure loves, and joy without the whelming shade,
The mind from Pallion's lawless empire freed,
And soul elate when Heaven approves the deed;
These mark'd a race that, to the world unknown,
Knew but the Angel guest, th' ETERNAL's throne.
He, who from Pride or Folly's pompous fhrine
On Worth when suppliant turns his eye divine,
Oft heard benignant with attentive ear
*Vows pour'd from lips that spoke the soul fincere;

And, just to grant what temperate Virtue craves, · Ey'd these benign amid the world of waves..

Pleas'd with this kindred race, exempt from blame,
Here Heaven's bright sons, a tribe æthereal, came,
Lur'd from their haunt, as in the first of days,
To prompt th' enraptur'd seer's prophetic lays:
Hence, as the shepherd trod the lonely vale, .
Low voices plain'd along the twelling gale ;
Or Counds remote that told th’approaching doom,
Pealid o'er the cliff, or murmur'd from the comb!
Or scenes, yet, veild to all but favour'd eyes,
In fairy vision rose, or seem'd to rise! .
There as their friends, the heavenly strangers view'd,
Pure lights unftain'd, or bright’ning from the cloud:
To man, in nought, but virtuous acts, allied.
Hence Time's mysterious veil was cast atide!
Hence the rapt ear, and mind's entranced fight!
Hence the strain'd orb char drank æthereal light!


1. Hence fufure ayés mark in prospect neat, "
Gleam'd through the shade of many a diftant year *!. .

Here, yet a youtlı, and wandering o'er the maing
BASILIUS Itay’d, and view'd the fimple train, : .
With envy view'di-till other regions feen, .
From Memory's tablet raz'd the fleeting fcene.
But now the plan as cooler thought furvey'd,
He dropt the glare of life, but priz’d its shade;
Bleft shade! where free as in their native home,
Young Hope, and dove-ey'd PEACE delight to roam ;
Where Are tiomn bustling freed, exempt from woes,
Wastes its calneve in silence and repole. ...

Here too, to rear his infant-charge he fought,
Not less of Form divine, than guileless thought,
PEACE, the best boon he judg’d by heaven affign'd,
And deem'd: the noblest wealth, a spotless mind.
Hence from the crowd in aëry schemes employ'd,
By PLEASURE lur’d, itill seen, but ne'er enjoy'd,
From all whom Pride misleads, or Vice betrays,
From Hope's vain dream, and Fancy's heedless gaze,
From Flattery's Inowy veil that hides her share,
From playful smiles that haunt the porch of Care ;- )
From these, to shield in Quiet's gentler seat,..

He fought this diftant shore, this deep retreat." Of the particulars of the story of this excellent little poem we shall give a fketch in a future article, together with two or three further specimens of the pathetic as well as descriptive parts of the narration.

Historical Memoirs of the Author of the Henriade. With some

Original Pieces. To which are added, Genuine Letters of Mr. de Voltaire. "Taken from his own Minutes. Translated from the French. 8vo. 25. 6d. Durham..

Having given an ample account of these Memoirs, in noticing the original French in the appendix to our laft volume, we proceed to discharge the promise we made of giving our

* Every reader who knows any thing of the inhabitants of the Hebrides, must have heard of the propbetic character with which many of them are distinguished; known by the pame of the fecond figbt., The late ingenious Mr. Guthrie obferves, of this circumstance (very properly, in the author's opinion), that " it would be equally absurd to attempt to disprove the “ reality of instances of this kind that have been brought by credible au“ thors, as to admit all that has been said upon the subject,". Sce his Geographical Grammar, Art. IsLES OF SCOTLAND. But, be the reader's judgement of this what it may, every man will acknowledge that it has at sealt a sufficient degree of poetic probability to start here with propriety ; and that what the Historian or Geographer relates as well founded, thic Poet would be inexcuseable to reject as incredible.

Teaders seaders a sample or two of the letters annexed. These relate to various fubicêts ; being apparently selected by the author as proofs of the univerfality of his genius. Of course they carry the strongett internal evidence that they are genuine; they are intermixed also with some few letters by other hands written to the author. .“ From Mr. Clairaut to Mr. De Voltaire,

(dated Paris, 16 August, 1759.) “SIR,

“ The friendship with which you formerly honoured me is never out · of my thoughts, as I look upon it to be one of the most flattering

distinctions I ever obtained. If I have long abstained from solliciting new testimonies of it, I beg you will attribute my forbearance only to an apprehenfion of depriving you of the least portion of that time with whose value all Europe is acquainted. That apprehension, fo just on all occasions which determine the common run of mankind, would be ill-placed at a time when it is poflible to communicate fome reflections on points proper to engage our attention ; and the vast variety of your knowledge prevents you from thinking a correspondence on any literary subject dry or fterile.

" I therefore imagine that your zeal for the Newtonian system, which you first established in France, by your elegant expofition of its principles, will engage you to cast a look upon my latest attempts to contribute to its advancement.

" What I mean is to fix the return of the Comet predicted by Halley, which I have performed by an application of my general theory of the irregularities in the motions of the celestial bodies, produced by their mutual action upon each other. I here subjoin the memoir upon that subject, which I read at our public meeting last St. Martin's day. As it has been attacked with great acrimony in

several journals, I thought it expedient to answer my critics, before · the publication of my whole theory. I have the honour of submitting to your judgement this second memoir, as well as the first. When the whole work is printed, it shall be presented with the fame speed.

“ I am, with the highest esteem, and that respect which is its ne. ceffary consequence, Sir. Your most humble, and most obedient servant,

CLAIRAUT. " Anfwer from Mr. de Voltaire, to Mr. Clairaut's Letter. OSIR, « Your letter has given me pleasure equal to the esteem with which I am inspired by your works. Your contest with the Geometricians on the subject of the Comet, seems to me the war of the Gods in Olympus; while upon earth we have a battle between dogs and cats. I am frightened when I reflect upon the immensity of your labour. I remember that formerly, when I applied to the Newtonian Theory, I never retired from study without finding my health impaired:-my organs cannot bear so much application as your's. You was born' a Vos. V,


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