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HENRY and ACASTO: 
 
 MORAL TALE. 
 
 IN THREE PARTS. 
 
 By the Rev. BRIAN HILL, A. M. 
 
 Late of Queen*9 College, Oxford; Chaplain to the Earl of 
 
 Leven and Melvill ; and Author of Travels through 
 
 Sicily and Calabria. 
 
 DEDICATED, BT PERMISSION, 
 
 To the Right Honourable 
 
 LADY K E N Y O N. 
 
 My fon, if finners entice thee, confent thou not. Prov. i. 10. 
 
 EMBELLISHED WITH THREE PLATES. 
 
 LONDON: 
 PRINTED FOR JOHN STOCKDALE, PICCADILLY. 
 
 I798. 
 
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 TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE 
 
 LADY KENYON, 
 
 A PATTERN OF CONJUGAL AFFECTION, 
 
 AND OF MATERNAL EXCELLENCE, 
 
 THB FOLLOWING 
 
 POEM 
 
 IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED 
 BY 
 HER LADYSHIP'S 
 
 MOST OBEDIENT 
 
 HUMBLE SERVANT, 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
 Ufftr Harley-fireet, 
 2 yb Match, 1798. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 THE Firft Part of the following Poem was written 
 as long ago as the year 1783, without any defign of 
 prefenting it to the world ; but, having left the ma- 
 nufcript for fome time in the hands of my brother, 
 he prepared it for the prefs, and foon fhowed me 
 a copy of it in print. As the public did me the 
 honour to receive it with approbation, it fpeedily 
 pafled through three editions, and I was frequently 
 urged by my friends to bring the ftory to a conclu- 
 fion. Defirous of complying with their requeft, I 
 4 again 
 
VI PREFACE. 
 
 again entertained thoughts of turning poet ; but, 
 
 as what I formerly took up as an amufement was 
 
 then impofed upon me as a tafk, I prefently de- 
 
 fifted from the work, and refitted feveral folicita- 
 
 tions to continue it, till a few months ago. The 
 
 circumftance, which then induced me to take up 
 
 my pen, was the receipt of a letter from a lady, 
 
 whofe name I have not authority to mention. She 
 
 was fo obliging as to fay, that the Poem met with 
 
 the approbation of feveral perfons of tafte and 
 
 judgment, and requefted I would finifh the tale, 
 
 which broke off fo abruptly. As I thought it 
 
 would be extremely impertinent to contradict my 
 
 i 
 fair correfpondent, I refolved to make a frefb 
 
 eflay of my poetical talents ; but e're I had written 
 
 many 
 
PREFACE. Vll 
 
 many lines, I found fuch difficulties occur, and 
 my time fo occupied with other concerns, which 
 appeared to me of more importance, that the ftory 
 would ftill have been, like Hudibras's 
 
 ' Adventure of the bear and fiddle, 
 " Begun, but broke off in the middle ;'' 
 
 if another lady (the ingenious and liberal-hearted 
 Mrs. Berkeley, widow of the late learned and 
 reverend Doctor Berkeley, prebendary of Canter- 
 bury) had not prefled me to proceed ; fo that, at her 
 requeft, I have now put the finifhing flroke to 
 it, and prefumed to prefent it to the public. 
 
 As to the fubject of the Tale, all that I have to 
 premife is, that my defign in writing it, was not 
 
 only 
 
VIII PREFACE. 
 
 only to amufc, but to benefit fociety ; and I truft, 
 that whatever faults may attach to the compofition, 
 it will meet with a favourable reception from thofe, 
 whofe benevolence and humanity intereft them in 
 the welfare and happinefs of mankind. 
 
 HENRY 
 
PART THE FIRST. 
 
HENRY and ACASTO. 
 
 W HERE nature's fcenes in wild confufion lie, 
 And cloud-capt mountains ftrike th' aftonifh'd eye ; 
 Where bulging rocks their lofty fummits fhow, 
 While roaring torrents from their caverns flow, 
 And fwift defcending in unceafing foam 
 Glide through the dale to reach their briny home; 
 Where forefts'vaft their varied fhade combine, 
 Here the old oak, and there the fpiral pine; 
 Where the dark yew th' abyfs profound impends, 
 And the tall larch her lighter umbrage lends ; 
 
 b % Where 
 
( w ) 
 
 Where feath'ring beech the lowly primrofe fweep, 
 And mournful willows o'er the fountains weep, 
 While many a mofly fragment, fteep'd in dew, 
 Meets the bright ray, and gliftens to the view : 
 
 'Mid fcenes fo grand a lonely vale is found, 
 Where fofter beauties deck the turfy ground ; 
 Where banks reclining mow their flow'ry fide r 
 And peaceful cattle from the tempeft, hide. 
 Here good Acaflo from the world had fled, 
 Wean'd from its pleafures, to its follies dead j 
 From error's paths he cautioufly withdrew, 
 And ftill more godlike as in years he grew : 
 Whilft all his actions heav'nly wifdom fhow'd, 
 Unnumber'd graces in his bofom glow'd } 
 
 There 
 
( *3 ) 
 
 There Love divine, the firft of all the train, 
 And Faith and Hope their fix'd abode maintain; 
 There Patience, Gentlenefs, and Joy ferene, 
 There Peace and fweet Humility are feen. 
 No longer now among the youths he fhone, 
 No longer now the prize of glory won ; 
 Nor rais'd as erft by mighty deeds his fame, 
 When manly vigour fining his nervous frame. 
 Full oft had Phoebus run his yearly way, 
 Since firft Acafto hail'd the light of day. 
 The mark of Time his furrow'd vifage fhow'd, 
 And fnowy locks adown his moulders flow'd. 
 But though grave wifdom's characters he bore, 
 His open brow no rigid fternnefs wore. 
 Not for himfelf this lone retreat he chofe, 
 His remnant hours to wafte in foft repofc j 
 
 3 To 
 
( i4 ) 
 
 To fink in Leifure's foporific arms, 
 And fall a victim to her foothing charms. 
 Far nobler motives fway'd his gen'rous breaft, 
 And ftill to aft the bufy part he prefs'd. 
 From the vain world he led a gentle youth, 
 Here to direft him in the paths of truth * ; 
 Inftruftive leflbns to his foul impart, 
 Ere fubtle Vice had won his eafy heart. 
 
 Faft by a rock that from the mountain ftood, 
 Whofe craggy fides were fring'd with brufhy wood, 
 Which half conceal'd the dewy drop that fell 
 With filent trickle to the cryftal well, 
 A ruftic cottage, rais'd by artift mean, 
 In fweet fimplicity of ftyle was feen. 
 
 * Inter Jylvas Acaiemi quareic vemnu 
 
 No 
 
t H ) 
 
 No grand pilafters rofe in ftately pride, 
 
 No labour'd cornice grac'd its humble fide ; 
 
 No fculptor's hand had wrought th' unpolifh'd ftone, 
 
 Within its walls no gilded ceilings fhone : 
 
 Clofe at the threfhold fragrant woodbines grew, 
 
 And o'er hVfides luxuriant branches threw, 
 
 While twifted ivy to the door-pofts clung, 
 
 And from the roof in glofly curtains hung. 
 
 Small was the line that o'er th' uneven ground, 
 
 In form unheeded, mark'd its utmoft bound. 
 
 'Twas here Acafto and his lovely boy 
 Securely liv'd in innocence and joy. 
 
 Nine times had Spring the face of nature cheer'd, 
 As oft had Summer's gaudy train appear'd; 
 
 b 4 Nine 
 
( x6 ) 
 
 Nine times Autumna fpread her golden ftore, 
 
 And icy fields flern Winter's garment wore, 
 
 Since pious Anna felt a mother's throes, 
 
 And the firft light on Henry's head arofe ; 
 
 When Heav'n, all-wife, th' afflictive mandate fpoke, 
 
 And friends furviving felt the fatal ftroke ; 
 
 That ftroke which Henry of his fire bereft, 
 
 And the fweet child an helplefs orphan left. 
 
 Then did Acafto mark him for his own, 
 
 Wept o'er the fmiling babe, and cried, " My fon!" 
 
 An happy lot the tender infant found, 
 
 'Mid friends for worth and piety renown'd ; 
 
 Friends, who might watch his early fteps, and fliow 
 
 Th' unbeaten path in which a child fliould go *. 
 
 * Prov. xxii. 6. 
 
 Betimes 
 
( 17 ) 
 
 Betimes his lifping tongue was taught to frame 
 
 With rev'rend awe his great Creator's name ; 
 
 His knees before th' eternal throne to bend, 
 
 And feek the bleffings that a God could fend. 
 
 Well did Acafto all his tempers fpy, 
 
 Trace ev'ry virtue, and each vice defcry; 
 
 Deep was he fkill'd in Learning's facred page, 
 
 His words were weighty, and his counfels fage. 
 
 Young Henry liften'd with attentive ear, 
 
 And, won by love, or aw'd by filial fear, 
 
 Felt all his lefibns, in his inmoft foul, 
 
 His paflions foften, and his will control. 
 
 Ne'er was the youth a drudge to books confin'd, 
 
 No tedious precepts pall'd his tender mind ; 
 
 But, charm'd, th' inftruelor's pleafing tale he caught, 
 
 And while he learnt, the more to learn he fought. 
 
 Soon 
 
( '8 ) 
 
 Soon as Aurora's fmiling face was fcen, 
 And filver fpangles deck'd the daified green ; 
 Soon as the larks their early fong begun, 
 And thoufand cobwebs floated in the fun; 
 The twain would leave the humble roof, and {tray 
 O'er fhepherds' tracks their carelefs winding way, 
 To quaff frefh breezes of the purer air, 
 And the rich bounties of creation fliare j 
 When many a moral wife Acafto drew 
 From each furrounding objeft in their view. 
 (While the bafe foul with dunghill vapours fleams, 
 Imbibes the filth, and fhuns the purer ftreams, 
 The virtuous mind improves from all it meets, 
 And Wifdom's honey culls from Nature's fweets.) 
 Thus would he mark fome aged tree that flood 
 The priftine monarch of the mighty wood, 
 
 Its 
 
( '9 ) 
 
 i 
 
 Its rugged arms with foliage thinly fpread, 
 And bow'd by wintry ftorms its batter'd head : 
 See there, my child, the fage inftru6tor cried, 
 How fliort a fpace the firmed things abide ! 
 That ftem, by Time's relentlefs hand defac'd,' 
 
 For many a year its native foil has grac'd : 
 
 i 
 Unnumber'd children round the father rofe, 
 
 And barren foil extended woodland grows; 
 
 They flourifh now, but foon themfelves (hall know 
 
 That vig'rous ftrength mud yield to Age's blow. 
 
 'Tis thus with Man now health his frame fufbuns, 
 
 While youthful ardour in his bofom reigns ; 
 
 But Time attends, foon bows his hoary head, 
 
 And lays him proftrate with the conquer 'd dead; 
 
 A race fucceeds, no longer fpace is giv'n, 
 
 They fall obedient to the will of Heav'n. 
 
 Then 
 
( *o ) 
 
 Then prize not that which foon fhall be decay'd, 
 
 Nor court the grandeur which muft quickly fade. 
 
 i 
 
 Or fee yon Flow'r, which feels the genial ray, 
 And opes its bofom to the beam of day, 
 
 Lends its rich fragrance to the paffing gale, 
 
 t 
 Which gently wafts it through the balmy vale, 
 
 Shrinks at the evening blaft, and, ere the night 
 
 Flies from the arrows of returning light, 
 
 In fhrivel'd form now kifs the humid ground, 
 
 And fcarce its traces in the morn are found. 
 
 Such may my Henry be: he lives to-day 
 Young, active, healthy, vigorous, and gay ; 
 But ere the car of yon' declining fun 
 Shall from the gilded eaft once more have run, 
 
 His 
 
( *l ) 
 
 His beating pulfe may ccafe, life's vapour fly, 
 And pallid Henry like that flowret lie. 
 
 Say then, my child, fhould foon the fummons come, 
 To call thee hence, to thine eternal home, 
 Couldft thou undaunted ftand the mock, nor dread 
 The gloomy manfions of the grave to tread? 
 Would no fad prefage of a judgment hour 
 In awful terrors o'er thy cpnfcience low'r? 
 Well doft thou know with what paternal care 
 For that dread day I charg'd thee to prepare; 
 Show'd thee the chart that leads to Sion's land, 
 Precifely mark'd by God's unerring hand. 
 That way purfue by Infpiration's fide, 
 Nor let vain Fancy's meteor be thy guide : 
 
 Bv 
 
( 2* ) 
 
 By Fancy led, advent'rous Adam fell, 
 
 And bow'd fubje&ion to the Prince of hell. 
 
 His race corrupted in his footfteps trod ; 
 
 They fancied wifdom, and they ftray'd from God *. 
 
 u I am the way," th' almighty Saviour cries f; 
 
 By thee I go, the faithful -foul replies : 
 
 *Tis thine a guilty world from fin to fave, 
 
 And make thy ranfom'd triumph o'er the grave: 
 
 By thee I mount the glorious realms above, 
 
 To chant the praifes of redeeming love. 
 
 Tell me, my much-lov'd boy, are fuch thy views, 
 
 Or what the prize thy lab'ring foul purfues ? 
 
 Prevent Acafto's fears, that Henry's mind 
 
 To earth's vain joys alone fliould be confin'd. 
 
 * Rom. i. 22. i Cor. ch. i. u. >ii. throughout. f John, xiv. 6. 
 
 Thus 
 
( *3 ) 
 
 Thus truth, in many a pleating garb array'd, 
 The good inftru&or to his child convey'd : 
 Henry attentive heard, and whilft he fpoke, 
 Conviftion warm through all his foul awoke. 
 Topafs the road Acafto's finger trac'd, 
 To reach the goal in diftant regions plac'd, 
 He felt a ftrong refolve ; but yet his eye 
 Could not the depths that interven'd efpy ; 
 Nor knew he yet the dangers that await 
 The pilgrim knocking at the heav'nly gate: 
 Few were his fleps, when feiz'd with halting pace, 
 He felt relu&ant to purfue the race, 
 And itopt with ev'ry idle boy to gaze. 
 As Folly pointed to her beaten ways. 
 
 Acafto 
 
( 4 ) 
 
 Acafto patient, Hill to teach intent, 
 O'er happier times with pleafing forefight bent, 
 Saw heav'n-born Virtue, deck'd with native charms, 
 Receive his Henry with extended arms; 
 Saw Vice unmafk'd, her hideous afpeft fhown, 
 Her dev'lifh wiles, her dire enchantments known, 
 Defpis'd, abhorr'd, with all her hellifh train 
 Dragg'd to the manfions of eternal pain. 
 Still crafty Vice in lurking ambufh lay 
 To feize in fatal hour th' unwary prey ; 
 While Virtue watchful flood, and gently ftrove 
 By foft perfuafives to engage his love. 
 Vain the contention the degen'rate mind, 
 By fad propenfity to vice inclin'd, 
 Full oft the brittle cords of fcience broke, 
 And fnapp'd the feebler twigs of reafon's yoke : 
 
 The 
 
( *5 ) 
 
 The feeds of inbred fin, awhile conceal'd, 
 Warm'd by Temptation's fun, began to yield 
 Their copious fruits, whence baneful odours fhed, 
 Contagion fatal all around them fpread. 
 But good Acafto, who at Wifdom's gate 
 Would oft in frame devout a fuppliant wait *, 
 Implor'd th' Almighty by his pow'r to break 
 The barren foil of Henry's heart; then fpeak 
 Fertility, and make the fallow'd ground f, 
 By fhow'rs of grace, in heav'nly fruits abound- 
 Once as Acafto and his Henry took 
 Their wonted rovings by the pebbly brook, 
 The fweets collecting that of faireft hue 
 In rich profufion on its margin grew, 
 
 * Prov. viii. 34. f J er - v - 3- Hof. x. 1*. 
 
 With 
 
( *& ) 
 
 With nice diftin&ion of botanic art 
 
 Minutely viewing each component part, 
 
 The fleecy tribe, by blithfonie fhepherds led, 
 
 Around them fearlefs on the verdure fed : 
 
 The fportive lambkin, from its mother ftray'd, 
 
 Its fellows found, and thoufand gambols play'd : 
 
 The bleating dam, opprefs'd with tend'reft care, 
 
 Her darling call'd to Nature's richeft fare; 
 
 The fuckling heard, and frifk'd with bounding hafte 
 
 The folace warm on bended knee to tafte. 
 
 The pleafing fcene the youth's attention drew, 
 And ftrong amazement on his features grew; 
 Unmov'd he flood, in deep reflection loff, 
 With anxious thought his lab'ring bofom toft. 
 
 Grafp'd 
 
( *7 ) 
 
 Grafp'd in his hand the flow'rs no more are feen, 
 But drop neglected on their native green. 
 Some (ighs efcap'd ; at length he filence broke, 
 And thus inquiring to Acafto fpoke : 
 
 Whence does it come, my kind protector, own, 
 Maternal care was ne'er to Henry known ? 
 Each lambkin vies with fend delight to prove 
 The foft endearments of a mother's love : 
 Thoughtlefs they feed beneath her watchful eye, 
 Nor fear they danger e'en when danger's nigh. 
 So the fweet thrufh, that fits on yonder fpray, 
 And charms my ears with her melodious lay,, 
 Oft have I feen her downy neftlings brood, 
 And wing her way to feek their diftant food; 
 
 c % But 
 
( *8 ) 
 
 Bait quick returning with far nobler ftore 
 
 Than richeft (hip which fails from India's fhore, 
 
 An infect, worm, or fly, the trophy fpoil 
 
 Of all her warlike feats and bufy toil, 
 
 With beaks all ope' her half-fledg'd young ones foon 
 
 Receive with chirps of joy the captive boon. 
 
 So too the boys, who from the village come, 
 And oft in parties through our valley roam, 
 Will fpeak with tranfport of a mother's care, 
 And haften back her tend'reft love to (hare. 
 Ah ! why am I of fuch delights bereft ? 
 To footh my childhood why no mother left ? 
 Could I in infancy neglected live, 
 Or would not Heav'n the needful blefling give ? 
 
 Say, 
 
( *9 ) 
 
 Say, gcn'rous fire, for thou canft well explain 
 Such myft'ries great; nor wilt the talk difdaio. 
 
 Mov'd was Acafto's foul ; in deepeft thought 
 Aghaft he flood j for painful mem'ry brought 
 Paft forrows back, and fore'd the tear to ftart, 
 That fpokethe feelings of a wounded heart ; 
 Yet foon his force refum'd, he filence broke, 
 And thus to eager-looking Henry fpoke-t 
 
 Know, my dear child, fince thou canft wifely glean 
 Inftrution fweet from yon* expreflive fcene, 
 Know Heav'n's myfterious ways, and patient wait 
 Whilft I from times remote my tale relate. 
 
 c 3 Bleft 
 
( 3 ) 
 
 Bleft was the feafon of my youthful years, 
 By cares unclouded, unappal'd by fears : 
 My quiet breaft no piercing forrows tore, 
 No keen affli&ion fway defpotic bore. 
 All was ferene. Thefe hands by bufy toil 
 The fruits colle&ed of my fertile foil ; 
 And though no bags o'erflow'd with golden ore, 
 Yet was my table grac'd with plenteous ftore. 
 Kind Heav'n was pleas'd a partner fair to fend, 
 A dear companion, and a faithful friend ; 
 In her all virtues met, and though in vain 
 We feek perfection in this world to gain, 
 In her no fpot appear'd, but richly giv'n 
 Was ev'ry grace, and " in her eye was heav'n" 
 One lovely babe engag'd our anxious care, 
 Whofe weal we daily fought in focial pray'r : 
 
 Beneath 
 
( 3' ) 
 
 Beneath a mother's watchful eye fhe grew, 
 
 And mining virtues from her precepts drew. 
 
 As time roll'd on, we faw fair Anna rife 
 
 In matchlefs worth to crown our earthly joys. 
 
 Such was our lot, 'mid fweets domeftic fix'd, 
 
 Nor feem'dwkh human woes our portion mix'd. 
 
 No change I fought ; when, ah I my chaft'ning God 
 
 To me directed his affli&ing rod. 
 
 My dear Selina (fcarce that name I fpeak, 
 
 But tears afrefli bedew my aged cheek) 
 
 My dear Selina droop'd beneath the pow'r 
 
 Of pale difcafe; to her in welcom'd hour 
 
 Death aim'd his blow, and gave the kind releafe 
 
 From fin and pain, and brought eternal peace. 
 
 Ne'er (hall my foul forget her look ferene, 
 
 My nobleft folace in that awful fcene; 
 
 c 4 When 
 
( 3* ) 
 
 When with a fmile fhe bid the world adieu, 
 Clos'd her fix'd eyes, and to her Saviour flew. 
 Her fate I mourn not, but I mourn her lofs; 
 The firft my comfort, and the laft my crofs. 
 
 Much did my Anna feel, and vainly tried 
 With fhidied care her ftruggling grief to hide : 
 Loud fpoke the heaving fob, and ftifled figh; 
 The tear, that trembled in her cryftal'd eye, 
 Trac'd its lone fource from quick fenfation's bed, 
 And wid'ning rofe, by fprings of forrow fed, 
 Burft its fair banks by one o'erflowing fwell, 
 Swept her fweet cheek, and oh her bofom fell, 
 Till, drown'd in floods, around my neck fhe flung 
 Her fnowy arms, and on Acafto hung. 
 
 lean 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 I can no more At length, by time appeas'd, 
 Tempeftuous grief within our bofoms ceas'd ; 
 Whilft peace and heav'nly refignation rofe 
 In fweet fucceffion to our keener woes : 
 And faith, fubmifEve to Jehovah's will, 
 Bid ev'ry murm'ring thought and word be ftill. 
 
 Anna her blooming prime had fcarce attain'd, 
 When thus on me the weighty charge femain'd. 
 Mov'd by the love which tender parents feel, 
 A thoufand fears my tranquil hours would fteal ; 
 Fears, left my child in Sin's dark mate fhonld ftray, 
 Tread Pleafure's path, and mifs the narrow xuny*. 
 
 * Mat. vii. 13, 14. 
 
 Ere 
 
( 34 ) 
 
 Ere long I faw a num'rous crowd attend; 
 At Anna's feet fubmiflive fuitors bend. 
 The titled peer, for fplendour only fam'd, 
 In vain the ardour of his love proclaim'd : 
 The fop, of nought but empty found pofleft, 
 Declar'd with fruitlefs prate his aching breaft; 
 Of beauteous Venus talk'd, of Cupid's darts, 
 Of fleeplefs, love-fick nights, and wounded hearts. 
 At length th' admiring throng Horatio join'd, 
 Of perfou pleafing, and of parts refin'd. 
 From early youth inur'd to war's campaigns, 
 He boldly ventur'd on the martial plains j 
 Charg'd the dread foe, and wide the conqueft fpread, 
 As troops difmay'd his dauntlefs valour fled : 
 Humanely brave, while numbers round him fell, 
 His tender bofom would with pity fwell ; 
 
 The 
 
( 35 ) 
 
 The trembling captive own'd his gen'rous care 
 To eafe his burdens, and his forrows (hare. 
 Such was the youth who could fuccefsful prove, 
 And from fair Anna meet returns of love. 
 Their kindred fouls in fweeteft concord ftrung, 
 On ev'ry theme harmonic numbers rung : 
 The moiften'd eye would grief congenial fhow, 
 As oft they liften'd to the tale of woe : 
 From either's hand the lib'ral bounty fpread, 
 Chas'd deep diftrefs, and famifh'd orphans fed : 
 All virtue's paths with wary fteps they trod, 
 Gave men the profit, and the praife to God ; 
 And whilft they kept theheav'nly prize in view, 
 They prov'd by works of faith that faith was true *. 
 
 Jam. v. 1 8. 
 
 Whene'er 
 
( 3<3 ) 
 
 Whene'er remembrance of Selina's love 
 The finer paffions of my foul would move, 
 Horatio, kind, the heavy hours would cheer, 
 And itop by converfe fweet the falling tear. 
 Ere long I hail'd him fon : Indulgent Heav'n 
 Sure greater blifshad ne'er to parent giv'n 
 Than when I faw the brave Horatio's hand 
 With Anna's join'd in facred wedlock's band. 
 
 As rapid Time his ceafelefs journey went, 
 In fweets domeftic were our moments fpent; 
 Care with his comrades from our dwelling fled, 
 And thence his train to fcenes of difcord led ; 
 Whilft Peace, Tranquillity, and focial Love, 
 To raife our joys in kind contention ftrove. 
 
 Still 
 
i 37 ) 
 
 Still Heav'n frefh bounties gave ; th,' exulting pair 
 Expe&ed foon the parent's charge to (hare; 
 With eager arms their love's fweet pledge embrace, 
 And each their likenefs in the infant trace. 
 
 Thus were we bleft ; when noify Rumour, fraught 
 With packets huge, the tale of horror brought, 
 Of leagues and fchemes in foreign counfels plann'd, 
 Of pow'rful fleets by fturdy failors mann'd ; 
 Of troops embark'd the glitt'ring fword to wield, 
 And try their valour in die glorious field : 
 Drums beat to arms; our youth, inflam'dwith zeal, 
 Flock'd to the ftandard for tlieir country's weal. 
 
 Soon on our coafts, by vet'ran heroes led, 
 In ranks arrang'd, a num'rous army fpread, 
 
 With 
 
( 38 ) 
 
 With force oppos'd to meet the hardy foe, 
 And feats of prowefs in the battle fhow, 
 There honour eall'd my fon : fuch fad adieu 
 Ne'er love before fuftain'd, or forrow knew. 
 
 In hideous forms now fleeplefs Fancy walk'd, 
 And ghaftly phantoms o'er the moon-beams ftalk'd ; 
 Dear Anna's fwollen eye and pallid cheek 
 The inward language of her foul would fpeak; 
 Her waking thoughts on bloody {laughter run, , 
 Her ftartlng dreams proclaim'd the fight begun. 
 Struck by the blow of fome barbarian hand, 
 She paints Horatio breathlefs on the ftrand ; 
 Believes his bleeding corpfe amid the hoft 
 With trampled bodies in confufion loft. 
 
 Her 
 
( 39 ) 
 
 Her fears too juft ; for though Horatio long 
 
 Scar'd with vi&orious arm th' embattled throng, 
 
 Through thickeft ranks by wife manoeuvres broke, 
 
 Nor crav'd a refpite from the frequent ftroke, 
 
 Too far by valour urg'd, on ev'ry fide 
 
 The prefling foe at laft his might defied. 
 
 Retreat was vain ; deform'd by many a wound, 
 
 His mangled body 'mid the (lain was found. 
 
 Myfterious fate ! fcarce was his fpirit goue, 
 
 Than fhouting hofh proclaim the battle won. 
 
 Each happy foldier, too, enrich'd with fpoil, 
 
 The ample payment of his martial toil, 
 
 Now homeward plods widi eager pace his way, 
 
 And through each village cries, We've gain' d the day /" 
 
 Then might you fee at ev'ry threfhold wait 
 
 The maiden anxious for her lover's fate ; 
 
 The 
 
( 40 ) 
 
 The mother her returning fori behold, 
 
 And fhrink with horror as his tale he told ; 
 
 The tender wife, " in tears of tranfport drown'd,'* 
 
 Her partner meet, and " weep o'er ev'ry wound." 
 
 And fo my child ; for when the orient ray 
 
 Illum'd th' horizon, and proclaim'd the day, 
 
 On ev'ry path flie flretch'd her longing eye, 
 
 If haply there fhe might Horatio fpy. 
 
 If on the way a human form appear'd, 
 
 Bright hope awhile her throbbing bolbm cheer'd, 
 
 Till nearer feen a ftranger only came, 
 
 And double anguifh fhook her tender frame. 
 
 At length a ruftic, in whofe fteely breaft 
 
 The fofter paflions ne'er were known to reft, 
 
 Her ear demanded, and at once declar'd 
 
 The dreadful fate her lov'd Horatio fhar'd. 
 
 1/cm 
 
( 4' ) 
 
 " I fata him fally" he cried, and more had fpoke, 
 
 Could more have Anna heard : the fudden ftroke 
 
 With thunder's pow'r was arm'd ; her lips no more 
 
 Their former tint of bright vermilion wore; 
 
 Clos'd were her eyes, her pulfe with languor beat, 
 
 And clammy cold fupprefs'd the vital heat. 
 
 Proftrate (he lay, and ev'ry effort vain, 
 
 Till nature quicken'd with a fharper pain. 
 
 Grim Death, who lately with uplifted hand 
 
 Prepar'd his blow, now check'd by Heav'n's command, 
 
 Awhile retir'd, nor durft his victim claim 
 
 Till from her womb Horatio's image came. 
 
 (In thee, my Henry, now that form I trace, 
 
 And in the child I view the father's face.) 
 
 But Anna, long by anxious cares oppreft, 
 
 By grief exhaufted, and bcreav'd of reft, 
 
 d Thr 
 
< 4* ) 
 
 Three nights in pangs of Nature's forrow lay, 
 
 Ere on her infant dawn'd the light of day : 
 
 Then frenzy feiz'd her brain " There ! there !" fhe cried, 
 
 " I fee my love with ftains of purple dy'd j 
 
 " I fee, 1 fee the fwOrd that did the deed ; 
 
 * I hear his dying groans, I fee him bleed. 
 
 " Heav'ns, what a fight ! Let vengeance aft her part, 
 u And arm thefe hands to tear the murd'rer's heart. 
 " But foft he opes his eyes, he is not dead 
 " He fmiles he ftrives to fpeak he lifts his head 
 u Hark ! hark ' his well-known voice my ear aflails 
 '* He calls but ah ! fome potent charm prevails- 
 
 * Horatio's fled his wretched Anna left" 
 
 She fcream'd -and funk again of fenfe bereft. 
 Life's quiv'ring light once more its force refum'd, 
 And with a tranfient blaze her breaft illum'dj 
 
 Reafott 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 Reafon her feat regain'd, while, thus expreft, 
 She gave with fault'ring voice her lafl requeft : 
 
 " Thanks be to God, my forrow's nearly done, 
 " The faith hfinffid, and the battle won *. 
 " Soon fhall I reach the heav'nly Canaan's fhore, 
 " My lov'd Horatio meet, and part no more. 
 " Father, protect my babe; with guardian care 
 * His early fteps direct, his heart prepare 
 " To feek thy face; that, when life's thread fhall ceafe, 
 " Good Simeon like, he may depart in peace f. 
 
 " I afk no more^ My Saviour now," fhe cried, 
 
 " Receive my foul !" then fweetly fmil'd, and died. 
 
 * 2 Tim. iv. 7. f Luke, ii. 29. 
 
 o 2 Such 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 Such was thy parent's fate ; 'twas God's decree 
 Maternal care fhould ne'er be fhown to tliee. 
 Horatio's part I bear ; t'inftruft be mine 
 With love of truth thy heart to learn be thine. 
 
 Acafto ceas'd fufceptive Henry flood 
 In fix'd amazement, whilft a briny flood 
 His vifage bath'd, and well his mind exprefs'd, 
 Though paflions flrong the pow'rs of fpeech fupprefs'd. 
 But ere Acafto clos'd the plaintive tale, 
 A folemn gloom befpread the fertile vale} 
 Blithe Day with all her bufy train was fled ; 
 And Phoebus haflen'd to his weflern bed. 
 Night o'er the land her fable curtain drew, , 
 And dufky tints on all creation threw* 
 
 The 
 
( 45 ) 
 
 The meadows, late in brighteft hue array'd, 
 Loft all their gladnefs in the gen'ral fhade ; 
 And, as with fympathetic feelings wrung, 
 A teary drop on ev'ry bloflbm hung, 
 The pallid lift'ning Moon, with quiv'ring light, 
 But half unveils her waning watry fight j 
 Salutes with filver'd ray the mournful wood, 
 And meets her image on the trembling flood ; 
 Hears the fad tale, and, ftruck with forrow deep, 
 Behind fome friendly cloud retires to weep. 
 
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PART THE SECOND. 
 
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HENRY and ACASTO. 
 
 JN OW mute Acafto and his Henry flood, 
 As fix'd by fatal fpell ; when from a wood 
 Spread widely o'er the mountain's fide, her lay, 
 That tun'd the mournful fong of parting day, 
 Sweet Philomel began ; Acafto heard 
 The loud clear warble of his fav'rite bird. 
 Awhile he thought her in the woodbine bower, 
 Where holding converfe bland, the ev'ning hour 
 Stole from the earth Apollo's fcatter'd light, 
 And crept unheeded to the bed of night. 
 
 The 
 
( 5 ) 
 
 The chantrefs ceas'd ; Remembrance forc'd a figh ; 
 Faith flopt a groan, and rais'd his wat'ry eye 
 To calm by pray'r his troubled foul ; amaz'd 
 O'er the befpangled arch of heav'n he gaz'd ; 
 Then, feizing Henry's hand, on dewy road 
 With cautious ftep he fought his lov'd abode; 
 Refign'd he funk to reft, his forrrows fled, 
 And guardian angels watch'd his hoary head, 
 
 Young Henry long from good Acafto's ftore 
 Drew rich fupplies of philofophic lore ; 
 And long he thought the fage's maxims true, 
 As more he heard, and more inform'd he grew. 
 But Time fevere, impatient of delay, 
 Pufli'd hour on hour, bid day fucceed to day, 
 
 And 
 
( S* ) 
 
 And chang'd the child to man ; then Reafon, maim'd 
 By Sin's rude hand, with high prefumption claim'd 
 Unfliackled rule, and on advent'rous plan, 
 
 The huge, the complicated fcheme began. 
 
 The coftly truths that wife Acafto taught, 
 
 By many a fum of rich experience bought, 
 
 The upflart reas'ner fcorn'd, and Fancy's ware, 
 
 Each fool alluring by its tinfel glare, 
 
 Full greedily he feiz'd : incautious boy, 
 
 To take for flerling gold a glitt'ring toy ! 
 
 Not far remote a fpacious city flood, 
 The nurfe of vice, and foe to ev'ry good. 
 There Riot led her noify fons along, 
 To fill the glafs, and roar the midnight fong. 
 
 Fearlefs 
 
( 5* ) 
 
 Fearkfs of law, they drove fweet Peace away, 
 And bid foul Difcord hold her bloody fway. 
 The tongue, deep tin&ur'd with infernal fire, 
 Proclaim'd in blafphemy their inward ire, 
 And rag'd the flame with ftill increafing force, 
 As wide it fpread through Nature's ample courfe *. 
 There youths untutor'd oft with fmiling air, 
 And words of flatt'ry bafe, addrefs'd the Fair ; 
 To many a maid the love-fick tale they told, 
 Now proffer'd conftancy, now proffer'd gold, 
 Till, gilt by pleafure and by fordid gain, 
 They took the pills of infamy and pain. 
 There fat exalted on her fplendid throne, 
 Great Commerce, holding all the world her own : 
 
 * James, iii. 5, 6. 
 
 1 At 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 At her command the flaves of Av'rice bore, 
 From many a clime and many a diftant fliore, 
 Whate'er might cherifh pride, the palate pleafe, 
 And man unnerve upon the bed of eafe. 
 Here liv'd a youth, of Tafte the darling child, 
 By fcience polifti'd, but in fancy wild : 
 He lov'd the fcenes where Nature, rudely grand, 
 Scoop'd the deep vale, and bid the high rock ftand 
 Mix'd with the browiing flock on tracklefs fteep, 
 Now gazing high, now bending o'er the deep ; 
 From bufli to bufh, from crag to crag he clung, 
 Then ftopt and mus'd, and then in rapture fung, 
 While lift'ning to the headlong torrent's roar, 
 As erft the bards renown'd on Cambria's fhore : 
 Wild as Salvator, and as Claude ferene, 
 He touch'd the beauties of the varied fcene ; 
 
 The 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 The canvafs felt the daring artift's hand, 
 
 And rocks, hills, woods, acknowledg'd his command. 
 
 As when the forc'rer, with terrific fpell, 
 
 Calls up his fpectres from the caves of hell, 
 
 Their airy forms attract the gazer's eye; 
 
 But, as he feizes, from his grafp they fly : 
 
 So the bold features of the landscape grew, 
 
 And living objects thicken'd into view ; 
 
 Yet felt, exift but in the painter's fkill, 
 
 Who bids them rife like fpirits at his will. 
 
 Full oft Evander loiter'd near the fpot 
 Grac'd by Acafto's neatly fimple cot ; 
 Full oft he hail'd the fage, full oft he fliar'd, 
 As hunger prefs'd him, what his hoft prepar'd : 
 
 Not 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 Not the rich food that pamper'd gluttons choofe, 
 
 Who the beft gifts of Providence abufe ; 
 
 Who gorge and gafp till Nature finks oppreft, 
 
 And the grofs carcafe tumbles into reft: 
 
 But while fair Health retain'd her wonted feat, 
 
 The cottage party took their homely treat; 
 
 While Temp'rance rul'd, the fparkling glafs was rais'd, 
 
 And grateful tongues the bounteous donor prais'd, 
 
 Sprung was Evander from a noble race, 
 Who long were honour'd with diftinguifh'd place 
 Around the throne of kings : pofleflions wide, 
 Pomp and parade abundantly fupplied : 
 They fpurn'd the vulgar herd, and idly thought 
 That joy and blifs by wealth alone were bought. 
 
 The 
 
( 56 ) 
 
 The high-bred youth with early paflion fir'd, 
 
 Too foon the pride of anceftry acquir'd; 
 
 Too foon he held the petty tyrant's fway, 
 
 And thought mankind was deflin'd to obey. 
 
 Yet to falfe tutors many a vice he ow'd, 
 
 For latent virtue in his bofom glow'd*. 
 
 A friend he Iack'd his ftubborn will to tame, 
 
 And fan with kindly breath the feeble flame. 
 
 Acafto's voice oft caught his lift'ning ear, 
 
 I 
 Touch'd his half -yielding heart, and forc'd a tear. 
 
 >Twas ftrange to him that cottagers fliould hold 
 
 A blifs unpurchas'd by the price of gold : 
 
 He figh'd to think that Time, with iron rule, 
 
 Would make the wife man perifli as the fool f. 
 
 * Video mcliora probojuc, detetioraftfuor. f Ecclef. ii. 16. 
 
 t 
 
 Charm'd 
 
( 57 ) 
 
 Charm'd by the wit, the eloquence, and eaie, 
 By which Evander rarely fail'd to pleafe, 
 Young Henry made his prudent fire attend, 
 Oft as he fpoke his worth, or hail'd him friend ; 
 And felt indignant, if a word return'd 
 Damp'd the ftrong flame that in his bofom burn'd. 
 Keen were Acafto's feelings, as he view'd 
 A giddy ftranger on his charge intrude. 
 The world he knew, and, with difcerning eye, 
 The deep recefles of the heart could ipy ; 
 Saw the bafe metal through the outward glare, 
 And warn'd his child to (hun the hidden fnare. 
 He warn'd in vain : for as the meteor's gleam 
 Pours forth its bright and momentary ftream ; 
 So Wifdom's glance fhot through his Henry's mind, 
 But left no traces of its light behind. 
 
 e The 
 
( tf ) 
 
 The good old man, to Providence attent, 
 
 Mark'd how its wheels in wheels revolving went * ; 
 
 Refrain'd from murmurs, if his will were crofs'd, 
 
 For hope fufpended is not labour loft ; 
 
 'Tis the hard trial fterling faith muft bear; 
 
 'Tis the incitement to inceflant pray'r, 
 
 Which ftorms the fortrefs, and which gains the field, 
 
 And makes by pow'r divine e'en Satan yield. 
 
 I 
 
 Now the young friends, by tafte or fancy led, 
 
 O'er hill and dale with aftive footfteps fped ; 
 And as they loiter'd on the flow'ry way, 
 Charm 'd with fair Nature's elegant difplay; 
 Or through the windings of the thicket ftray'd, 
 Where mingled branches form'd a grateful fhade, 
 
 * Ek. i. 1 6. 
 
 Evander 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 Evander thus: "Hail, ye delightful groves, 
 Where chant the feather'd tribe their artlefs loves. 
 Hail, mofly cavernsj and ye trickling rills, 
 Ye lakes pellucid, and ye verdant hills. 
 While yon bright orb from Taurus' foot afcends, 
 And back his courfe to humid Scorpio bends, 
 I fnufF the temp'rate breeze, and gladly roam 
 A rural exile from my fplendid home. 
 I hear the bleatings of the harmlefs flock ; 
 I ken the goat that fearlefs fcales the rock ; 
 I watch the gambols of the gen'rous fteed, 
 As uncontrol'd he fcampers o'er the mead ; 
 I hear the bufy buzzing infects whirl ; 
 J fee the dangling caterpillar tvvirl ; 
 Watch how the fnail in flow proceffion creeps, 
 And how the woodloufe or the beetle fleeps ; 
 
 b Mark 
 
( 6o ) 
 
 Mark how the bee to num'rous flowrets wings, 
 And fweeteft treafures to her ftorehoufe brings. 
 But when the gay embellifliment is loft, 
 And verdure fhrinks beneath the touch of froft; 
 When the thick mift th' unwary trav'ler chills, 
 Brings rheum and fever, with its train of ills ; 
 Or when rude Boreas fends his nipping blaft, 
 And mourning Ikies affiime a fable caft ; 
 Of gloom abhorrent, to the town I'll fly, 
 And fcenes of mirth with fportive friends enjoy. 
 Sweet Pleafure, deck'd in all her gaudy charms, 
 Again fhall bid me welcome to her arms. 
 And thou, my Henry, thither flialt repair, 
 To win, by manners mild, the gentle Fair : 
 Thy form, replete with elegance and grace, 
 Will foon each image but thy own efface. 
 
 Wit, 
 
( 6i ) 
 
 Wit, judgment, talents, arguments, like thiue, 
 Shall 'mid the wife with luftrous fplendour fhine." 
 " I'll go," faid Henry ; " yes, I'll go with thee, 
 My dear Evander, to partake thy glee ; 
 But will my fage preceptor, gen'rous friend, 
 My fecond father, to the project bend ? 
 Say, will he not my eager wifh reftrain, 
 And force me here fequefter'd to remain ?" 
 
 " No, Henry, no," Evander quick return'd ; 
 
 I 
 " Youth's ardour once in thy preceptor burn'd : 
 
 He knows its ftrong propenfities ; he knows 
 
 How oft with Paflion's fire the bofom glows: 
 
 Truft his indulgence then, my friend, nor fear 
 
 The harm injunction, nor the look fevere." 
 
 s 3 Such 
 
( 62 ) 
 
 Such was the language urg'd, with fpecious art, 
 To win his confidence and gain his heart. 
 Young Henry, fmiling, heard the fyren fong, 
 As Pride or Folly pour'd the notes along. 
 
 Stern Winter came ; the gay Evander, tir'd> \ 
 Left the dull fcene, and flew to be admir'd. 
 Too much addi&ed to the flatt'rer's tale, 
 He could by fafci opting arts prevail ; 
 Wind, like a ferpent, to the female heart, 
 And there the venom of his foul impart. 
 Whene'er this fubtle child of Tafte was nam'd, 
 Each tongue his wit, his eloquence, proclaim'd : 
 Yet could the penetrating eye of fenfe 
 See through the flimfy mantle of pretence j 
 
 And 
 
( &3 ) 
 
 And all, who cheriuYd fterling virtue, griev'd, 
 
 i 
 Whene'er they law the lying tongue believ'd. 
 
 Now hop'd Acafto that his fage advice 
 Would fix on things of worth his Henry's choice; 
 He gave his precepts in amufive guife, 
 Held Heav'n in view, and bid him take the prize. 
 
 As when Rebecca's fon *, in fpirit feint, 
 Pour'd from his lips the langtiage of complaint, 
 And, for a fcanty mefs of pottage, fold 
 A right furpafling all that mortals hold ; 
 So, for a bauble, foolifli Henry fpurn'd 
 The high-pric'd pearl his father wifely earn'd. 
 
 * Gen. xxv. z<j. 
 
 b 4 'Twas 
 
( 64 ) 
 
 'Twas on a cold and melancholy day, 
 When low'ring clouds obfcur'd the lucid ray, 
 And flow diflblving in a drizzly dew, 
 A dufky veftment on the hill-tops threw, 
 That Henry, weary of retirement grown, 
 Sigh'd to poflefs a happinefs unknown, 
 And, fondly leaning on the parent's breaft, 
 Watch'd the kind look of love, then warmly preft 
 Acafto's approbation ; but the fage, 
 Taught by experience, and fnatur'd by age, 
 Paus'd ere he fpoke ; for, ruminating deep, 
 He well remember'd how, with headlong leap, 
 His blithe aflbciates in the day of youth, 
 Foes to the foft perfuafive voice of Truth, 
 Plung'd in a vaft unfathomable main; 
 (Mirth fmooth'd the furface, but below was pain ;) 
 
 Urg'd 
 
( 6S ) 
 
 Urg'd by Deception's voice, forfook the fnore, 
 And mod who ventur'd, plung'd to rife no more. 
 Yet ftill abhorrent of the harm command, 
 He caught, with look benign, his Henry's hand, 
 Invok'd by filent pray'r the Pow'r above, 
 And iflu'd thus the fentiment of love : 
 
 * " In that foft clime, beneath whofe azure Iky 
 The Roman eagle rais'd his pinions high, 
 And bearing conquefr, as he onward fled, 
 A dire amazement o'er die nations fpread, 
 Not diftant for from Terni's ancient walls, 
 A dafhing torrent down the mountain falls, 
 
 * The ftory related in the following lines is founded upon fact. The 
 ch'cumftances were told my brother when he was in Italy, and viewing 
 the romantic fcenes here defcribed, fome years ago. 
 
 And 
 
( 66 ) 
 
 And throws its vapour 'mid the piercing rays, 
 While Lis, pleas'd, her fevenfold charms difplays. 
 Stunn'd by the roar, and thick involv'd in foam, 
 The trav'ier thinks not of his diftant home, 
 But fix'd in wonder ftands. Above, more flow, 
 The filv'ry waters in their channel flow. 
 Here flow'ry banks in fmooth meanders fweep, 
 There gently murm'ring by the woodlands creep; 
 Through the fpare fliadow of the olives fliine, 
 Or kifs the clufter of the pendent vine. 
 Near this fair ftream a facred fabric ftands, 
 Endow'd by pious vow with fertile lands : 
 A cloifter'd race, devoid of ev'ry care, 
 Here give their time to folitude and pray'r : 
 Left the vain world fhould bear their minds away, 
 Around are heap'd mementos of decay. 
 
 The 
 
( 67 ) 
 
 The crofs, exalted o'er the altar, fhows 
 The Saviour finking 'neath a load of woes : 
 The eyelefs flcull, defac'd with horrid grin, , 
 Marks death the wages of the firft man's fin ; 
 The holy relic fpeaks the martyr flain, 
 For Glory's crown, a victor over Pain : 
 The canvafs notes the brave Sebaftian bound, 
 As Pagan darts inflict the deadly wound : 
 And as St. Lawrence on the embers broils, 
 He feems exulting o'er his finifti'd toils. 
 Grant, Superftition has dominion here ; 
 Grant, man enjoins a difcipline fevere ; 
 Grant, the bright ray the finner's Friend imparts 
 To guide our feet and animate our hearts, 
 Shines faintly through the cloud j yet ftill allow 
 The holy purpofe, and the folemn vow, 
 
 That 
 
( 68 ) 
 
 That make the foul fubmilfive yield to God, 
 Adore his mercies, and receive his rod, 
 From Heav'n infpir'd, though gloomy be the way, 
 May lead the creature to eternal day- 
 
 " It hap'd that once (devotion's office done), 
 While light yet linger 'd from the fetting fun, 
 And when the flocks that from the heat retir'd, 
 Pour'd o'er the hills, and cooler gales refpir'd, 
 A party, bound by Friendfhip's cord, repair 
 To quit their cells, and quaff the fragrant air : 
 Through myrtle groves, on aromatic ground, 
 Where num'rous fweets diffus'd their odour round, 
 They reach'd the margin of the ftream, and flood, 
 Pleas'd to behold their image in the flood. 
 
 A little 
 
( 9 ) 
 
 A little bark, adorn'd with fail and oar, 
 
 Moor'd for their paftime by the flow'ry fhore, 
 
 They launch 'd ; and, bending o'er the cryftal deep, 
 
 Felt the foft zephyr on its furface creep. 
 
 Heedlefs of compafs, or of nautic (kill, 
 
 The gentle current bore them at its will ; 
 
 Now through a fcene of verdant objefts drove; 
 
 Now made them loiter in the rocky cove : 
 
 Meanwhile, as children, juft efcap'd from fchool, 
 
 No longer (hackled by a matter's rule, 
 
 Each, undifguis'd, was ready to impart, 
 
 In free debate, the feelings of his heart. 
 
 Thus gaily pafs'd the time, when, lo ! more ftrong 
 
 The current gather'd, as they mov'd along, 
 
 And (till its ftrength increas'd; furpris'd they threw 
 
 A wiftful afpe& on the fading view, 
 
 Strain'd 
 
( 7o ) 
 
 Strain'd ev'ry nerve the margin to regain ; 
 But tears, and cries, and efforts all were vain. 
 Down the fteep rock the bark was quickly whirl'd, 
 The haplefs party to deftru&ion hurl'd ; 
 Limbs torn and mangled, floating down the vale, 
 Proclaim'd to weeping friends, the mournful tale." 
 Thus fpake the fire, then added " Henry, think, 
 While yet thou ftandeft on fmooth Pleafure's brink, 
 Though fair the fcene, though feeming joys await, 
 Oh think, my darling, of thy future fate ; 
 Nor fpurn the counfel that would urge thy flight 
 From objects tempting with a falfe delight." 
 
 Acafto ceas'd ; but Henry's breaft was fleel'd 
 'Gain ft all that love or eloquence reveal'd. 
 
 Yet 
 
( 7 ) 
 
 Yet fteel'd by choice; the moral's polifh'd dart 
 Struck, and rebounded from his harden'd heart. 
 
 No more reftrain'd, th' impatient pupil fought 
 To drown in mirth th' impertinence of thought. 
 And now Evander's gueft, around he gaz'd, 
 As Pomp allur'd him, and his paffions rais'd. 
 Religion once his fteadv purpofe claim'd, 
 While zeal and love his cv'ry act inflam'd : 
 But, ah, degen'rate youth ! his heart beat ftrong 
 To Hand the foremoft in the giddy throng. 
 'Twas not to hear the wife man's voice he fought ; 
 Not to inftil the leflbns he was taught : 
 No ; 'twas the prize of excellence to bear, 
 To pour his wit among the fmiling Fair; 
 
 T 
 
( 7* ) 
 
 To make each ear his eloquence attend, 
 
 And catch the manners of his polifh'd friend. 
 
 Yet while he held his feat among the gay, 
 
 Still Temp'rance rul'd him with a gentle fway : 
 
 To keep him mindful of her kind command, 
 
 The graceful goddefs wav'd her magic wand ; 
 
 Bid rofy Health, the fav'rite of her court, 
 
 And nervous Vigour round his temples fport ; 
 
 Made gloomy Care her meddling procefs ceafe, 
 
 And fung the lullaby that footh'd to peace. 
 
 Short was the blifsful fcene; foe to repofe, 
 
 From Hell's abyfs the monfter Envy rofe : 
 
 Born of the ferpent's brood, with malice fill'd, 
 
 A murd'rous venom from his tooth diftil'd : 
 
 He feiz'd his viftim, as he carelefs flept, 
 
 Then coil'd his vip'rous form, and homeward crept. 
 
 'Twas 
 
( 73 ) 
 
 'Twas on a day for feftive joys defign'd, 
 When high-born youths, to future forrows blind, 
 Evander's table grac'd ; there, uncontrol'd, 
 Each, boafting high, his lawlefs frolics told, 
 And won the praife of fools* j around they quaft, 
 
 Though thirft provok'd them not, the copious draught. 
 
 Not fo Horatio's fon ; with cautious fip 
 
 He held the tempting goblet to his lip ; 
 
 For yet in Henry's yielding confcience ftir'd 
 
 The flrong vibrations of Acafto's word, 
 
 And kept the finner back ; then loud exclaim'd 
 
 Burgundus, long for fcenes of riot fam'd, 
 
 " What ails our friend? why does he thus forbear 
 
 To toait the circle of the charming Fair? 
 
 * Proverbs, xiv. 9. 
 
 r We 
 
( 74 ) 
 
 We drink Caflandra, whofe expreffive eye 
 Has touch'd thee, Henry, and has fbrc'd a figh : 
 Drink to the nymph in whom all charms combine ; 
 Ac"t but the man, and foon fhe may be thine. 
 Caflandra polifh'd, focial, eafy, free, 
 Abhors dull Care, and loves the repartee : 
 Drink, and be gay." " Acaflo 1" Henry cried, 
 " Acafto !" quick the mirthful crew replied, 
 " He reads no lectures here ; the dotard's dream 
 Would ill the fons of merriment befeem. 
 There are, who erft thy grave preceptor knew, 
 E're the gray lock upon his forehead grew, 
 Who law him oft with hafty ftep refort, 
 To lead the dance in Pleasure's wanton court ; 
 Who heard him once the comic tale relate, 
 And ftrive for conqueft in the warm debate : 
 
 Wife 
 
( 75 ) 
 
 Wife to arreft the moments in their flight, 
 Youth was to him a feafon of delight. 
 Thou know'ft him happy ; then his footfteps trace, 
 And think not mirth can mark thee with difgrace : 
 Drink, and be gay Caflandra is the toaft." 
 " Caflandra!" echoed Henry; "yes, I'll boaft 
 The mighty feats of love; th' attack begun; 
 The rivals vanquifh'd, and the battle won." 
 
 I 
 
 Now did the man, whofe energetic mind 
 Rofe o'er the vulgar level of his kind, 
 Like the foul beaft that wallows in the mire, 
 Yield to the cravings of a grofs defire, 
 And fink, debas'd, amid the noify din 
 Of fools who dar'd to make a mock of fin *. 
 
 * Piov. xiv. 9, 
 
 f * *Twas 
 
( 76 ) 
 
 'Twas Midnight's folemn hour e're ev'ry gueft 
 Forfook his bottle and retir'd to reft ; 
 Pray'rlefs as brutes, whofe only labour tends 
 To feize the blifs that with exiftence ends. 
 E're fleep had chas'd the vinous fumes away, 
 Aurora, fmiling, ufher'd in the day; 
 Creation gladden'd, and unnumber'd hearts, 
 Touch'd with the gifts that bounteous Heav'n imparts, 
 With facred Love's expanfive fervours glow'd, 
 While the full tide of grateful praifes flow'd. 
 
 Soon as young Henry woke, fenfations ftrange 
 Thrill'd through each limb,' and mark'd a direful change : 
 Amaz'd, confus'd, he oft to rife eflay'd; 
 Then down his miv'ring frame as oft he laid : 
 
 Rent 
 
( 77 ) 
 
 Rent was his head with agonies of pain; 
 Quick rufh'd his heated blood through ev'ry vein; 
 Parch'd was his tongue ; his cheek of fcarlet die; 
 Opprefs'd his panting breath, his pulfe beat high : 
 Yet deeper anguifh rack'd him, as he threw 
 On healthful days a retrofpe&ive view ; 
 Thought how he urg'd his courier in the chafe, 
 Or how he vied for conqueft in the race, 
 Or how he bent with nervous arm the bow, 
 Or learnt afar the mafly quoit to throw. 
 'Twas not compun&ion for the grievous fin, 
 But bafer paflion that had place within : 
 Chagrin'd, he faw his guilty partners ftill 
 Strong to purfue the follies of their will; 
 Strong the wild rites of Bacchus to renew, 
 And feize the priefthood of the frantic crew. 
 
 r j Burgundus, 
 
( 7* ) 
 
 Burgundus, whom no tender paffion mov'd, 
 
 By few regarded, and by none belov'd, 
 
 Stood like Tome mafly weather-beaten rock, 
 
 That meets, but ftirs not at the tempeft's fhock, 
 
 And afk'd if gay Caflandra could enjoy 
 
 The cold embraces of a puny boy. 
 
 Evander pitied, but 'twas pity cold 
 
 As Iceland's wintry gales, that ne'er unfold 
 
 Th' invigorating principle which gives 
 
 Heat, motion, health, to ev'ry thing that lives. 
 
 Thrice had the wretch's friend, calm Sleep, aflum'd 
 O'er aching hearts, to daily forrows doom'd, 
 A foft afcendency ; and thrice he fled, 
 By raging Fever chas'd, from Henry's bed. 
 
 Now 
 
( 79 > 
 
 Now the grave dotor, noted for his fkill, 
 Heap'd dofe on dofe, and added pill to pill : 
 With meafur'd nod, and finger gently preft, 
 He felt the rapid movement of his breaft, 
 And griev'd to fee th' impatient monfter Death, 
 Prepar'd to feize young Henry's parting breath, 
 And pleas'd, with favage grin, to bear away 
 So choice a morfel of his wanton prey. 
 
 Stern Winter's blafls were o'er; the God of day 
 Now pour'd on northern climes a milder ray, 
 Pierc'd the brown earth, and bade a verdant hue 
 Difplay unnumber'd beauties to the view ; 
 Peep'd the fair Primrofe from her clofe retreat, 
 And fat expanded on her downy feat ; 
 
 4 The 
 
( 8o ) 
 
 The Crowfoot, clad in vegetable gold, 
 Prepar'd her glofly befom to unfold ; 
 The Vi'let flied her odours on the gale, 
 And fweet to fweet gave Lilly of the Vale. 
 
 Acafto welcom'd the returning fpring, 
 And rofe to .hear the cheerful fky-lark fing 
 Morn after morn ; though yet the eaftern blaft 
 A thick white mantle o'er the herbage caft, 
 Till, bright as gems, that rich Brafilia yields, 
 It drank the light, and glitter'd o'er the fields. 
 Oft the fond fire with teeming eye had {een 
 His darling Henry trip along the green, 
 Alert in rofy health ; for youthful fire 
 Ne'er could induce him to forget his fire, 
 
 Nor 
 
( 8i ) 
 
 Nor lofe the rev'rence that a child fhould pay 
 
 To him who governs with parental fway. 
 
 On that fad day when Henry wak'd to pain # 
 
 Acafto hop'd his pupil to regain, 
 
 Yet unfeduc'd by fin ; Iong'd to repeat 
 
 In foothing words the philofophic treat, 
 
 And prove that thofe who ranfack. Wifdom's ftore 
 
 Are bleft, and feek for vanity no more. 
 
 Far on a mountain at the valley's head, 
 A beaten footway to the city led ; 
 To this Acafto ftretch'd his longing eyes. 
 As mortals, leflen'd to a pigmy fize, 
 Succeflively appear'd; delight, and dread, 
 And hope, and fear, and difappointment, fpread 
 
 Strong 
 
< 82 ) 
 
 Strong tremors o'er his foul. " What ftrange delay 
 Can keep," he cried, " my darling child away ? 
 Why fpeeds^be not a parent's lips to kifs, 
 The proof of paft, the pledge of future blifs r" 
 
 Short was fufpenfe; Evander's herald came 
 Quick o'er the hills and valleys to proclaim, 
 That dying Henry beg'd a laft adieu, 
 E're his freed fpirit to its manfion flew. 
 
 
 
 He went; and foon with terror he furvey'd 
 The limbs that late with eafy motion play'd, 
 Writhing in agony the fhort quick breath ; 
 The twitch convulfive, harbinger of death ; 
 The deep low groan, that murmur'd on bis ear, 
 Forc'd from the quiv'ring lip by pangs fevere, 
 
 Tortur'd 
 
( 83 ) 
 
 Tortur'd the parent's foul. Now Heav'n's high blifs, 
 And Sin, and Death, and Hell's profound abyfs 
 Diftraft his bufy thought, and firmly feal'd 
 The lips that late the choiceft truth reveal'd 
 In filence fad ; when, lo ! in accents faint, 
 And intermingled fighs, his doleful plaint 
 Thus utter'd Henry : " Deareft world, adieu ! 
 Soon muft thy beauties vanifh from my view. 
 Why did I reach to flurdy manhood's prime, 
 The blooming fav'rite of impatient Time ? 
 Why the fweet goblet of indulgence fip, 
 If thus I lofe it from my eager lip ? 
 Evander feels no (hock ; Burgundus, ftrong, 
 Uninjur'd mingles with the jovial throng : 
 How hard my lot, for one offence to pine, 
 At once Caflandra and the world refign !" 
 
 Not 
 
( 8 4 ) 
 
 " Xot hard," Acafto firmly faid, " my fon; 
 'Tis jufl to punifh when the evil's done : 
 'Tis more than juft ; 'tis mercy to reftrain 
 The young tranfgreffor from feverer pain : 
 J ng rate to Him who gave thee life, and fpread 
 Unnumber'd bleffmgs on thine infant head ; 
 Who day by day the life he gave upholds, 
 And Wifdom's treafures to thy fight unfolds ; 
 Dar'ft thou the volume of offences fwell, 
 And, gracelefs, afk permiffion to rebel ? 
 Shall health be valued only to repeat 
 The rites of Bacchus, or the noify feat ? 
 To range with libertines, who round them throw 
 Firebrands of difcord, as they wildly go ? 
 If fuch thy choice, let Juftice urge her claim, 
 And from the Gving blot my Henry's name, 
 
 Left 
 
( 85 ) 
 
 Left the foul poifon lurking in thy breaft, 
 
 The yet untainted with its plague infeft, 
 
 And wide the gangrene fpread ; but e're her blow 
 
 Send thy fall'n fpirit to the ghofts below, 
 
 Thy parent pity ; drop the contrite tear; 
 
 Excite a hope of penitence fincere." 
 
 He ceas'd, and pray'd in filence. Now aghaft 
 
 He deem'd the moment of repentance paft, 
 
 And groan'd in agony ; then fadly trae'd, 
 
 O'er the pale image he had oft embrae'd, 
 
 Each movement of the foul, and earned cried, 
 
 " If yet thy fpirit in her houfe abide, 
 
 Speak, fpeak, my fon !" when, lo ! to footh his fears, 
 
 The whifper'd accents of the youth he hears : 
 
 " 'Tis juft, my fire ; oh fend, with mine, thy cry 
 
 For heav'n-born mercy ere the finner die." 
 
 Scarce 
 
( fi(> ) 
 
 Scarce had he fpoke, when fweet Compofure gain'd 
 The feat which rude Convuliion had maintain'd : 
 The half-fix'd eye refum'd its wonted play, 
 Sunk the thick film that hid the cheering ray : 
 The heart again with foft pulfations beat, 
 Glow'd ev'ry member with returning heat : 
 And Sleep, who long his balmy aid withdrew, 
 A downy mantle o'er the temples threw *. 
 
 * ** The Lord Lilleth and maketh alive; he bringeth down to the 
 grave, and bringeth op." i Sam. xi. 6. " And David faid unto 
 Nathan, I have finned againft the Lord ; and Nathan faid unto 
 David, The Lord hath put away thy fin ; thou (halt not die." 
 a Sam. xii. 13. " I abhor myfelf, and repent in duft and afhes. So 
 'the Lord bleffed the latter end of Job more than his beginning." 
 Job, xlii. 6. iz. " If we fay we have no fin, we deceive ourfelves, 
 and the truth is not in us ; if we confefs our fins, he is faithful 
 and juft to forgive us our fins, and to cleanfe us from all un- 
 righteoufnefs " 1 John, i. 8, 9. 
 
 Sing, 
 
( 8 7 ) 
 
 Sing, ye bright choirs, whofe voices loud proclaim 
 Eternal praifes to Jehovah's name, 
 A theme too high for man: Love ftrikes the firing; 
 Let Heav'n's expanfe with acclamations ring, 
 And golden harps the joyous concert fwell, 
 For one repentant foul redeem'd from Hell : 
 And ye, aflbciatesof the juft, prolong, 
 In notes of fweeteft harmony, the fong; 
 O tell Acafto's joy, as to his breaft 
 The dear repenting prodigal he preft ; 
 And grave on tablets that fhall time defy, 
 How fum'd the odour of thankfgiving high. 
 
 Now brighter beams a wondrous art reveal'd, 
 And long-hid treafures by their touch unfeal'd. 
 
 Acafto'i 
 
C 88 ) 
 
 Acafto's vale a blither face aflum'd, 
 
 And flow'rs of ev'ry hue with fragrance bloom'd : 
 
 Sweet birds, protected from the fowler's fhare, 
 
 Flock'd round the cot, and hail'd the happy pair: 
 
 The lambs frifk'd by them as they went their way, 
 
 And all creation hail'd the joyful day : 
 
 The fliepherds left their peaceful flocks to gaze, 
 
 While hills refounded with their merry lays : 
 
 The virgins join'd them with their fofter fong, 
 
 And, deck'd with rofes, danc'd the vale along. 
 
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PART THE THIRD. 
 
HENRY and ACASTO. 
 
 x\S when dull Night, with all her train, retires, 
 And Light, bleft produce of the folar fires, 
 Like fome coy virgin, half unveils her face, 
 Form'd with expreffive dignity and grace, 
 TV admirer dazzles, and dominion holds, 
 By furer tenure, as file more unfolds j 
 So Truth, a goddefs of celeftial mien, 
 In glory deck'd, by Henry's eye was feen : 
 Succeffive charms allur'd him, as he gaz'd, 
 Till Love's ftrong paiiion in his bofom blaz'd. 
 
 o a By 
 
( 9* ) 
 
 By pray'r devout, by Faith's attra&ion fill'd *, 
 Acafto now, in heav'nly thefes fkill'd, 
 Spoke, as he felt, on topics more fublime 
 Than fuit the periftiable fons of Time, 
 Who grovel in the duft : his ardent foul 
 Was fir ? d with facred zeal : the living coal 
 Had touch'd his hallow'd lips f : his language flow'd 
 With that warm tide eternal Truth beftow'd, arnol 
 Smooth, ftrong, and clear; and onward roil'd its courfe, 
 Exhauftlefs from the full perennial fource, 
 Till Henry's heart its pow'rs prolific knew, 
 And fruits of grace, as in a garden, grew. 
 
 Cafiandra pleas'd no more : the am'rous glance, 
 Call, as flie mingled in the mazy dance; 
 
 * Adb, xv. 9, f IC vi. 6. 
 
 The 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 The bold coquettifh ; air the project fly, 
 
 To make th' unwary with her fchemes comply ; 
 
 The borrow'd plealantry ; the fond difplay 
 
 Of glittering gewgaws to allure the gay, 
 
 Difgufted fober Henry, but avail'd 
 
 A fop to win whom next her art aflail'd, 
 
 Who learnt too foon, that ev'ry charm will cloy, 
 
 When friendfhip adds not to connubial joy. 
 
 Evander left the noify feat of Pride, 
 Again to clamber o'er the mountain's fide, 
 Young Henry alk'd to trace the winding dale, 
 Or, bolder ftill, the craggy rock to fcale. 
 Still Henry lov'd him ; for his gen'rous mind, 
 For hate, or anger, could no harbour find. 
 
 3 Difcretion's 
 
( 94 ) 
 
 Difcretion's narrow bounds were now o'erturn'd ; 
 For in his bofom chriftian mercy burn'd. 
 'Twas Mercy urg'd him, as the converfe ran 
 On topics fuited to decaying man : 
 He painted Death, with wide-extended jaw, 
 Engulphing millions in his greedy maw ; 
 Defcrib'd the monfter near, and told his friend, 
 'Twas Folly's voice that prefs'd him to attend 
 The tranfitory fcenes of life, and mifs 
 Th' enduring fubftance of eternal blifs. 
 Evander liften'd ; but, the fentence done, 
 The giddy youth on other themes begun. 
 He afk'd if thofe, who boaft Peruvia's mine, 
 Should, in the midft of gay abundance, pine; 
 Then prais'd the free convivial tribe, who meet 
 To quaff the fprightly glafs, and fhare the treat. 
 
 " 'Tis 
 
( 95 ) 
 
 c ' 'Tis not," he cried, " for foul debauch I plead ; 
 
 Not to uphold the drunkard in his deed : 
 
 Chafe from thy brow, my friend, dull Sorrow's gloom ; 
 
 Permit not Care dominion to affumej 
 
 Of thofe, who love thee, join the happy throng, 
 
 And calmly drive Life's even courfe along." 
 
 If ever eye for other's grief o'erflow'd, 
 If ever hand a gen'rous boon beftow'd, 
 That eye, that hand, was Henry's; numbers bleft 
 The youth of fympathizing foul pofleft : 
 The mourning female, of her fpoufe bereft; 
 The orphan infant, to the wide world left; 
 The poor, who had not where to lay his head ; 
 The fick, who languifli'd on the fleeplefs bed ; 
 
 M The 
 
( o6 ) 
 
 The debtor, forc'd his dwelling to refign, 
 
 And in the horrors of a dungeon pine ; 
 
 All felt his pity, and where'er he trod, 
 
 Hail'd him the friend of man, the child of God. 
 
 Rich was Acaftoj but the fage denied 
 
 To ope his treafures at the beck of Pride ; 
 
 And ftill the cafkets of his wealth had feal'd, 
 
 Had Henry's heart 'gainft Mercy's voice been fteel'd. 
 
 Elate with hopes to pour a healing balm 
 In wounded minds, and ftorms of forrow calm, 
 Now Henry fought the town ; with tears of joy, 
 The parent met his dear returning boy, 
 And heard him oft the moving tale difclofe, 
 Learnt by the fharing of a brother's woes. 
 
 As 
 
( 97 ) 
 
 As once, on deeds munificent intent, 
 And purfe well furniflVd, from his home he went, 
 Evander met him, and by converfe kind, 
 Educ'd the riches of his wealthy mind. 
 Onward they trudg'd ; engag'd in clofe debate, 
 They reach'd the threfliold of Evander's gate : 
 His roof receiv'd them : ftill in friendly mood, 
 By rules of logic, each his point purfu'd, 
 And each for conqueft ftrove ; when fading light 
 Proclaim'd the tidings of approaching night. 
 Abruptly Henry rofe ; but projects deep 
 Evander plan'd, the gen'rous youth to keep. 
 His once refpefted comrades round him throng'd, 
 With greetings hail'd him, and his ftay prolong'd : 
 They urg'd diverfion to unbend his mind, 
 Too long by rigid argument confin'd ; 
 
 And, 
 
( 98 ) 
 
 And, well inftru&ed in the lharper's plan, 
 For trifling flakes the dang'rous game began. 
 Remote from ev'ry bafe furmife of guile, 
 The artlefs novice counted on the fpoil, 
 And gave, in fancy, half his neighbour's ore 
 To chafe ttern famine from the beggar's door. 
 Soon chang'd the game ; the fum, that Henry gain'd, 
 Again the lofer in his purfe retain'd. 
 The flake redoubled j Fortune's favours crown'd 
 The practis'd guefts for dexterous play renown'd. 
 The gold, which Henry meant the poor fhould blefs, 
 Raife the funk heart, and chafe the dire diftrefs, 
 The crew rapacious feize ; then barb the dart^ 
 And with infulting pity tear his heart. 
 Now keen remorfe the foul of Henry fires ; 
 He calls the glance indignant, and retires. 
 
 'Twas 
 
( 99 ) 
 
 'Twas now the dog-ftar rag'd : a fultry air, 
 That feem'd difcordant elements to bear, 
 O'erfpread the darken'd earth ; while diftant gleams 
 Shot through the vaulted (ky their milky ftreams 
 From huge portentous clouds. With folemn pace 
 Endeavour'd Henry o'er the hills to trace 
 His homeward way. A thoufand fchemes he tried 
 The foul tranfaction of the night to hide 
 From good Acafto ; then his fchemes abhor'd, 
 Left on th' untainted honour of his word 
 Too much he fliould prefume. While thus perplex'd, 
 And with remembrance of his folly vex'd, 
 He flowly mov'd along ; but foon his courfe 
 He felt arretted by a fudden force, 
 And juft difcover'd by the lightning's glare 
 A hagard female with diftracted air. 
 
 His 
 
His feet flie clafp'd, and in a mournful toner, 
 Thus made the burden of her forrows known. 
 " Dear gen'rous youth, attend my plaintive tale, 
 And let Jemima's fimple words prevail. 
 My faithful Edward well thy parent knew, 
 And much enamour'd with his valour grew* 
 He fought, brave hero! by Horatio's fide, 
 And bath'd with tears his mafter as he died. 
 Long did his labour keep an infent race, 
 And decent Plenty (how'd her fmiling face : 
 But fad difeafe my Edward's frame impair'd; 
 I felt his anguifli, and his pangs I fhar'd ; 
 Increafing forrows now my heart aflail, 
 For now our fcanty bread begins to fail; 
 Yet ftill we ftruggle, ftill upheld by fhame, 
 No clam'rous cries our pinching wants proclaim. 
 
 Still 
 
( xox ) 
 
 Still had our woe been hid, but one, whofe foul 
 
 Was never touch'd by Pity's foft control ; 
 
 One, who ne'er (hed Companion's foothing tear ; 
 
 A creditor impatient, and fevere ; 
 
 A monfter, favage as the tiger race, 
 
 Tore my lov'd partner from my fond embrace. 
 
 O pity, gen'rous youth ! thy bounty give, 
 
 Bid my kind Edward and his infants live." 
 
 One hand (lie ftretch'd, and at his feet fhe clung : 
 
 " Woman !" he cried, and from her grafp he fprung, 
 
 And wildly pac'd away, while Fancy drew 
 
 Scene upon fcene terrific to his view ; 
 
 He feem'd to fee within the darkfome cell 
 
 His father's friend in hopelefs anguifh dwell, 
 
 Seem'd to behold him on the ftraw-bed lie, 
 
 And hear his faint and melancholy cry. 
 
 Next 
 
( 102 ) 
 
 Next bufy thought transferred him to the place 
 Where hunger prey'd upon the infant race; 
 Where, difregarded, friendlefs, and alone, 
 Relentlefs walls receiv'd their fruitlefs moan- 
 Again Jemima, frantic with defpair, 
 Seem'd Heav'n's red vengeance in her hand to bear, 
 And pour her curfes on his guilty head, 
 As thus afar from Mercy's call he fled. 
 I 
 Down a deep glen, by craggy rocks befet, 
 With foliage girt, that on their fummits met, 
 The path conduced to a narrow plain, 
 Where erft Devotion held her tranquil reign. 
 Here by a mountain's woody bafe appear'd 
 A Gothic pile, in diftant ages rear'd, 
 
 Then 
 
( i3 ) 
 
 Then join'd in fymmetry ; but hands profane, 
 Who mock at facrilege for fordid gain, 
 Its nobler parts deftroy'd, and bore away 
 Each lighter ornament, their ruffian prey. 
 The well-form'd wall the curious trav'ler trac'd 
 With trees o'ergrown, or fcanty herbage grac'd ; 
 And, with the love of due proportion fir'd, 
 The high light arch with ecftacy admir'd. 
 Here Henry rov'd, and on a mofs-grown ftone, 
 'Mid the huge mafs of fhapelefs rubbifli thrown, 
 His tott'ring limbs repos'd. Above him fat 
 The fcreaming bird of night. The hilling bat 
 Around in circles flew ; and at his feet, 
 A high-fed toad forfook his clofe retreat, 
 And rais'd his fiery eyes with horrid flare, 
 Oft as they met the vivid lightning's glare. 
 
 The 
 
( i<H ) 
 
 The thunders roll'd aloud " O now," he cried, 
 
 " Ye rocks fall on me, and ye mountains hide ; 
 
 Let this old pile to its foundation quake, 
 
 The ftrong walls crumble, and the turrets fhake. 
 
 Ah ! fee how quick from yonder op'ning fkies, 
 
 The dart of vengeance on the finner flies. 
 
 Heav'ns, what a peal ! 'tis Nature's dying groan ; 
 
 Deftru&ion gapes, and marks me for her own." 
 
 A paufe enfu'd, and darknefs, as profound 
 
 As that, which Egypt's impious children bound, 
 
 O'erfpread the earth. Now all was hufli'd, and ftill, 
 
 Save that the waters of a neighb'ring rill 
 
 Juft caught the lift'ning ear ; fave that around, 
 
 The drippings patter'd on the thirfty ground, 
 
 Long parch'd by fummer's heat. Thought rufh'd on 
 
 thought ; 
 Remorfe, and lhame, and indignation wrought 
 
 A fren- 
 
( o 5 ) 
 
 A frenfied agitation. " Rife," he faid, 
 
 " Ye ghofts long number'd with the guilty dead : 
 
 Arife, ye fiends ; and in my ear reveal, 
 
 The horrid pangs, that tortur'd fpirits feel : 
 
 Arife, I fummon you." He ftopt, and heard 
 
 The faint, low murmurs of a diftant word 
 
 Creep through the winding vaults ; yet more attent, 
 
 To catch the unexpected found he bent, 
 
 And, ftifF with horror, heard the voice proclaim 
 
 Loud, and diftincl:, his own detefted name. 
 
 'Twas old Acafto fpoke : as clos'd the day, 
 He went to meet his Henry on the way ; 
 Serene his mind ; for human forefight drew 
 Nought but a pi&ure pleafing to the view. 
 He feem'd, e'en now, with tranfport to attend 
 The (lory told him by the fick man's friend. 
 
 His 
 
( xo6 ) 
 
 His a&ive fancy now with joy conceiv'd 
 A tribe of wretches Henry's hand reliev'd, 
 And pray'd his valu'd fon might long remain 
 To foften grief, and heal a brother's pain. 
 But foon, alas ! was chas'd the golden dream ; 
 Alarm'd, he heard the fad Jemima's fcream, 
 As on fhe went, half frantic with defpair, 
 And all but man invok'd her woes to fhare. 
 " From whom, fad mourner, doft thou fly ?" he cried. 
 " From favage brutes," Jemima ftraight replied : 
 " Thy cruel Henry ! O my babes, farewell j 
 Soon fhall your fpirits with immortals dwell. 
 Farewell dear Edward !" " Henry," faid the fage, 
 " Is hailing now thy forrows to afluage. 
 Meanwhile thy fpirits, child of Mis'ry, cheer; 
 Accept this boon to dry the falling tear. 
 
 What- 
 
( 107 ) 
 
 Whate'er thy lot, on gracious Heav'n rely, 
 
 My fon to-morrow to thy aid mall fly.'' 
 
 " Ah, no ! 'tis Henry's felf, who points the dart," 
 
 Jemima cried, " that pierces this fad heart. 
 
 Ungen'rous youth ! 'tis he, who bids me weep, 
 
 He fends my hungry babes to Death's long fleep. 
 
 If from thefe clouds no bolt have ftruck him dead, 
 
 See where he flculks to hide his worthlefs head ; 
 
 And fee but let me fly."" My daughter, wait," 
 
 Acafto trembling cried, with voice elate. 
 
 In vain ; refponfive Echo's note alone, 
 
 Jemima's name return 'd with plaintive tone. 
 
 " Myfterious tale !" he faid : " O heav'nly Pow'r,* 
 
 Thy fervant help in this diftrefsful hour. 
 
 O mingle mercy with the cup of grief, 
 
 And fend my agonizing foul relief." 
 
 h 2 Acafto 
 
( io ) 
 
 Acafto reach'd his Henry. " O forbear, 
 
 Infernal fiends, my guilty foul to tear," 
 
 Exclaim'd the troubled youth ; for (till he thought. 
 
 That ghofts invok'd, with hellifh malice fought 
 
 To hurl him far away. Acaflo figh'd, 
 
 And deep-drawn groans, by Sorrow's fpring fupplied, 
 
 Pour'd on his Henry's ear. " Alas, my fire, 
 
 Far from thy blood-polluted fon retire." 
 
 Purfu'd his child, and more had fpoke, but felt 
 
 The venerable parent, as he knelt, 
 
 And kifs'd his trembling hand, while flow'd apace 
 
 The big warm drop adown his wrinkled face. 
 
 Touch 'd was the chord of fympathy : the eye, 
 
 That late in agonizing grief was dry, 
 
 Now pour'd a copious flood ; the foul diftreft, 
 
 By guilt confounded, and by anguilh preft, 
 
 Now 
 
( *9 > 
 
 Now tailed Mercy's balm. Night's horrors fled, 
 
 And dawn'd Aurora, as Acafto led 
 
 His fobbing Henry home. A foft repofe 
 
 Kind Heav'n allow'd to blunt their keener woes. 
 
 When thus, in {trains of penitence, the fon 
 
 To pour the fulnefs of his heart begun. 
 
 " My friend, my father ; look with afpeft mild, 
 On him, who yet aflumes the name of child, 
 On him, who owns thy unremitting care, 
 And feels, at length, the energy of pray'r. 
 Oft have I con'd with thee the facred word, 
 Oft the wife leflbn from thy lips have heard. 
 ?ool that I was, thy counfel to fufpeft ! 
 Fool, the commands of Wifdom to reject I 
 
 h 3 Whence 
 
( no ) 
 
 Whence fprong the idle fancy of my brain, 
 That ill- fought pleafure would not end. in pain? 
 What moral dumber caus'd the idle dream, 
 That happinefs woflld crown my erring fcheme ? 
 I thought thee once fevere : my flubborn foul 
 111 brook'd the wholefome lefTon of control. 
 I mourn my folly, and I own him bleft, 
 Who leaft the ftri&eft precept lias tranfgrefs'd. 
 
 " Ye fons of mirth ! who with prepoft'rous joy, 
 
 The night in Riot's frantic fcenes employ, 
 
 Say, where's the blifs to revel at the feaft, 
 To drop the manhood and aflume the beaft ? 
 
 To lofe all felf-control, and, madly vain, 
 The bounds of fober wifdom to difdain? 
 
 Think, 
 
( 111 ) 
 
 Think, as ye fill the mantling goblet high, 
 
 How your excefs the needy would fupply! 
 
 How what inebriates you, would cheer the faint, 
 
 How what deftroys^oar health, would eafe his plaint: 
 
 So fhall two virtues from one aftion flow, 
 
 And charity in felf-denial grow. 
 
 Think, as your fplendid chariot rolls along, 
 
 How many mourners mingle with the throng. 
 
 There fee the wife, with bleeding heart, bewail 
 
 Her much-lov'd partner in the darkfome jail. 
 
 See how fhe eyes each paflenger, and fues, 
 
 Till none but hearts of fteel the boon refufe. 
 
 Oh ye, who ne'er approach the clay-built cot, 
 
 Ye little know the peafant's buried lot ; 
 
 If bleft with health, though fcanty be his fare, 
 
 He fills his daily talk unvex'd by care, 
 
 h 4 And 
 
( 113 ) 
 
 And envies not the prince ; till dire difeafe 
 Invade the fcene of labour, peace, and eafe. 
 Then comfort fails him ; then the trifle toft 
 In Pleafure's whirlpool, and for ever loft, 
 To him would be a mine ; 'twould bar the blaft; 
 'Twould o'er his limbs the fleecy mantle caft; 
 'Twould buy the morfel famifh'd Nature craves, 
 And fave an infant race from early graves. 
 To you, ye gamefters, fhould I now relate 
 The difmal ftory of Jemima's fate, 
 E'en you might learn to feel ; 'twas your curft art 
 Rob'd the fad mourner of a fufterer's part, 
 And drove her to defpair." He ftopt; he figh'd, 
 And hung his head abafh'd ; again he tried 
 To vent his grief, and fail'd. The rev'rend fage 
 Beheld ; and thus, his forrows to afluage, 
 4 
 
 In 
 
( "3 ) 
 
 In language bland addrefs'd him : " Son, refrain 
 To pore with horror on Jemima's pain. 
 Soon as (lie pafs'd thee (Providence decreed^, 
 My purfe was tender'd to fupply her need. 
 Think not (he fuffers by a fhort delay ; 
 For know, fhe bore an ample gift away. 
 Let ev'ry care fubfide ; it ill befeems 
 Him on whofe head celeftial mercy beams, 
 To feek the fhades of fadnefs. Son, be glad, 
 And go, in garments of falvation clad, 
 Go prove the Chriftian's more than empty name; 
 Show that a ftrong'and animating flame 
 Infpires his foul ; that where the Chriftian treads, 
 This flame afpires, and kindles more, and fpreads, 
 Till Luft, till Pride, till ev'ry pallion ceafe, 
 And Difcord end in univerfal Peace. 
 
 How 
 
( "4 ) 
 
 How bleft my lot ! long to fecure thy weal, 
 My time was fpent with unremitting zeal ; 
 And long I trembled, left th' enfnaring foe 
 His bafe fuggeftions in thy heart fhould fow, 
 And blaft my pleafing profpe&s : now he yields ; 
 Now thy ftrong arm a mighty weapon wields ; 
 From Faith's hard breaft-plate ev'ry dart recoils, 
 And the fell fiend fhall mourn his baffled toils. 
 Father of mercies ! hear thy fervant's pray'r ; 
 Take my lov'd fon to thy paternal care ; 
 Shield him from ill, and thy bleft Spirit fend 
 To guide him fafely to his journey's end. 
 My work is finifh'd ; humbly now I crave 
 To lay this care-worn body in the grave, 
 And mount to realms of joy ; yet not my will, 
 But thine, Difpofer of my life, fulfil." 
 
 He 
 
( "5 ) 
 
 He fpoke no more : his happy foul forfook 
 Her tenement of clay, and inftant took 
 Her flight to fcenes of glory, there to praife 
 Redeeming love in never-ceafing lays. 
 
 But Henry ftill furvives, and, like the fruit, 
 By fap fupported from its hidden root, 
 Draws ftrength from depths of Deity, and gives, 
 As thus connected whh his fource he lives, 
 To all a beauteous fliow. When more matur'd, 
 The furly ftorrns of changing life endur'd, 
 Then may old Time the mellow fruit convey. 
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