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Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam, Pillaged from slaves to purchase slaves at home; Fear, pity, justice, indignation, start, Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart; Till, half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne. · Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power; And thus, polluting honour in its source, . Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shore, Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore? Seen all her triuniphs but destruction haste, Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste; Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern Depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, In barren solitary pomp repose? Have we not seen, at pleasure's lordly call, . The smiling long-frequented village fall? Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forced from their bomes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main! Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound?
E’en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous
Where beasts with man divided empire claim,
Vain, very vain, ny weary search to find
In the Respublica Hungarica, there is an account of a despe. rate rebellion in the year 1514, headed by two brothers, George and Luke Zeck. When it was quelled, George, not Luke, was punished by his head being encircled with a red-hot iron crown. Boswell pointed out Goldsmith's mistake.
SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS.
I can have no expectations, in an address of this kind, either to add to your repntation, or to establish my own. You can gain nothing from my admiration, as I am ignorant of that art in which you are said to excel; and I may lose much by the severity of your judgment, as few have a juster taste in poetry than you. Setting interest therefore aside, to which I never paid much attention, I must be indulged at present in following my affections. The only dedication I ever made was to my brother, because I loved him better than inost other men. He is since dead. Permit me to inscribe this poem to you.