For to a Mind like Madam de Caria's, were both the Indies to impart their Riches, cou'd the Mountains open and reveal their fhining Store, the Seas give up their irrecoverable Treafure, ftill would the remain unsated; because the Love of Riches is boundless, never to be cloyed, no not even by the ut moft Fulness, by an Extremity of Poffeffion. That Then I will have my Prince indeed diftinguish, and employ thofe of the most Vertue and Capacity. But on any Terms I forbid him to opprefs his Nation with the Pride and Avarice of Favourites. Monarch who would entirely discharge his Duty, fhould have none. He ought to know himfelf made for his People, and not his People for him. What Right can one Man have to tyrannize over his Fellow-Mortals, more especially when he confiders, that his Power was firft derived from them? Have not all his Subjects an equal Title to the Benefit of his Attributes? And how is it then, that he suffers one or two to engrofs thofe Benefits? reprefenting Things through their falfe, mischievous, or flattering Glafs; appropriating the royal Ear and Favour, that fhould be open and fhine diffufively, as does the Sun! Befides, 'tis almoft impoffible for a King to be beloved, who refigns himfelf up to Favourites; all their Riots, Oppreffion, Covetoufnefs, Revenge, Malice, and Cruelty, retorting back in Indignation and Invectives against Him, the original of thofe Abuses. Vertue.] Vertue.] My Lady Intelligence, for this time we fhall not fee Count Biron any otherwife than in your Relation of him, his dying Tapers are long fince expired. The Morning Lark calls loudly for the Sun; and fee the radiant God appears, as if, in anfwer Ha! there lies a Pa per upon the Ground, what is it? 'Tis imperfect, it feems the Conclufion of a foregoing Poem, infcrib'd, A Hymn to Jupiter. Pray read it, and let it be to the Father of Gods and Men, as our Morn ing Orizons and Adorations. Intell.] Oh, I know it! I affure your Excellencies 'tis an admired Piece, and wrote by the fame Lady, whofe Genius had Yesterday the Honour to be approv'd by Aftrea, in thofe Verfes I fhewed her, call'd The Progrefs of Life. These were occafioned by a terrible Hurricane, that not long fince diftrefs'd not only Atalantis, but all the other Iflands of the Mediterra nean. It seems to be heedlefly dropp'd from the Poem, which is of a much greater Length. But to oblige my Lady Vertue in her Devotions, I will not now endeavour to fearch my Memory for them, but in ftantly entertain your Divinities with what we have before us. THE THE HYMN. То I. O the Eternal on bis Throne! Praife him, ye wondrous Heights to us un [known! Praife him, ye Heavens, unreach'd by mortal Praife him, in your degrees, you fublunary II. [Eyes! [Skies. Praise him you Angels, that before him bow, [inflame, Tranfporting up our Praife, to Seats from whence III. [you came! Praife him thou Sun, in thy Meridian Force! Exalt him all ye Stars of Light! Praise him thon Moon, in thy revolving Course! Praife him thon gentle Guide of filent Night, Which does to folemn Praife and Jerious Thoughts [invite IV. Praise him ye humid Vapours that remain Praife him as ye return in Show'rs again [fair: Praise him you climbing Fires, the Emblem of V. [our Prayer! Praise him ye Waters, petrify'd above; VI. Praise him ye foaring Birds, ftill as ye fly, (Altho' the extreameft Distances you trace) Be reconcil'd in this, to offer mutual Praise! VII. Praise him thou Earth, with thy unbounded [Store! Ye Depths which to the Centre tend! Praise him ye Beafts, which in the Forests roar! Praise him ye Serpents, tho' you downward Who made your bruifed Head, our Ladder to I 2 [bend, [afcend! VIII VIII. Praise him ye Men, whom youthful Vigour [warms! Ye Children bat'ning to your Prime! Praise him ye Virgins of unfullied Charms, With beauteous Lips, becoming facred Rime! You Aged give him Praife, for your Increase of [Time! IX. Praise him ye Monarchs, in fupreme Command, Worthy the Name of Pious Kings! Then with enlarged Zeal throughout the Land, Reform the Numbers, and reclaim the [Strings; [Things. Converting to his Praife, the most harmonious X. Ye Senators prefiding by our Choice, Praise him by Union, both in Heart and Voice: XI. Praise him ye Native Altars of the Earth, Praise him ye Trees and Fruits that there have 4 Praife him ye Flames that from their Bowels All fitted for the Use of grateful Sacrifice. [Birth, [rife, |