T H E WORKS O F HORATIO WALPOLE, EARL OF ORFORD. V O L. I. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2014 https://archive.org/details/worksofhoratiowa01walp v THE WORKS OF HORATIO WALPOL EARL OF ORFORD. IN FIVE VOLUMES. VOL. I. L OND ON: PRINTED FOR G. G. AND J. ROBINSON, PATERNOSTER-ROW. AND J. EDWARDS, PALL-MALL. MDCCXCVIII. PREFACE BY THE EDITOR. THE edition now offered to the public of the works of' the late earl of Orford includes not only the manu- scripts bequeathed by his lordfhip for publication, but much new matter communicated by himfelf during his life- time to the editor. It has been {till further enriched by the contributions of his executors and others of his friends, who, admiring his epiflolary talents, had preferved every line of his writing; and who thought that, by enlarging the collection of his letters, they were adding to a valuable and entertaining prefent to the public. Lord Orford fo early as the year 1768 had formed the intention of printing, and foon after actually began, a Vol. I. a quarto vi PREFACE quarto edition of his works, to which he purpofed to add ieverai pieces, both in profe and yerfe, w Inch he had either not before publifhed or never acknowledged as his own. A firfh and part of a fecond volume printed under his own eye at Strawberry-hill were already in a ftate of great for- wardnefs. But his frequent indirpofitioris, and the unimport- ant light in which, notwithstanding the very flattering recep- tion they had met with from the world, he always perfifted in confidering his own works, feem to have combined in deterring him from carrying this defign into execution. The completion of this work he entrufted to the editor, to whom he alfo bequeathed all the notes, additions, and alterations which he had himfelf collected and arranged. Lord Orford may therefore ftill be confidered as his own editor : every thing that he had felecled is faithfully given to the public ; and his arrangement, as far as it had gone, is in every refpect flriclly adhered to. Fidelity to the au- thor's intentions and wifhes is indeed the principal merit of an editor;- and as no further appeal can now 7 be made to the judgement and tafte of the author, the friend to whom he has entrufled the care of his poflhumous works has thought proper implicitly to follow the track which he found al- ready prefcribed for him. In the Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors confider- able additions are made under the refpe&ive divifions of the original work \ notices of feveral pieces omitted in the for- mer by the EDITOR. vii mer editions are here inferted, and a poftfcript and an ap- pendix are fubjoined. The Hiftoric Doubts upon the life and reign of king Richard III. are followed by a large fupplement, by two replies to attacks made on the original work, and by apoft-. fcfipt occafioned by the late revolution in France. The whole contents of the fecond volume fubfequent to the JEdes Walpoliance (the Eflay on Gardening and the Coun- ter Addrefs on the late Difmiflal of a General Officer ex- cepted) are new to the public. The dramatic piece, though reprefented with confiderable applaufe at the Little Theatre in the Haymarket in June 1778, was never acknowledged by lord Orford, or with certainty known to be his. The detection of a forged account of his father, publifhed in Holland under the title of Tejlament politique du che- valier Robert Walpoole, completely expofes its falfehood ; but as the original work was never tranflated into Englifh, nor ever emerged from the obfcurity which it deferved. lord Or- ford thought it unneceflary to publifh his vindication at the time, but left it behind him as a laft proof of filial anxiety for the character and fame of a father. The advertifement which he had himfelf defigned for the quarto edition of his works, marks with what fatisfaction a 2 he on via PREFACE he reflected on being able to refer to all the letters which had paffed between him and various minifters on the fub- je£t of the places which he had held under government, and of the whole of his intercourfe with fucceflive admi- niftrations. A laudable anxiety that his motives might not be mifreprefented, nor his opinions relative to thofe places confounded with a venal oppofition to public economy, fuggefted the faithful and accurate account of himfelf and his conduct, which he has prefixed to the Letters to and from Minifters. The Catalogue and Defcription of Strawberry-hill has been hitherto in the hands of thofe only to whom lord Orford bequeathed the few copies which he had himfelf printed there. The principal reafon which he gives in his preface to this Catalogue for having compofed it, that of its ferving hereafter as a well-attefted genealogy of the ob- jects of virtu contained in the collection, is a ftill ftronger argument for its more general difperfion. — But, in truth, in defcribing Strawberry -hill lord Orford muft be confidered with indulgence as a fond and partial parent dwelling with delight on the merits of a favourite child — of a creation of his own — of a place which has acquired a fort of claffic celebrity, perhaps ftill more from its author and its prefs than from any part of the collection it contains — but which, after all the prepofTeffions of fafhion and prejudice are paffed away, will be juftly dear to the Englifh antiquary, the artift, and the man of tafte, and remembered with pleafure BY THE EDITOR, ix pleafure by thofe who have ever partaken of the lively, interefting and polifhed fociety of its late owner. The remaining contents of this volume, it is prefumed, require no comment. — They are the laft, and certainly not the leafl interefting tra&s in criticifm and biography of an author whofe excellence on both thofe fubje&s the public has long acknowledged. The Letter to the Editor of the Mifcellanies of Thomas Chatterton, now firft publifhed in the fourth volume, was printed at Strawberry-hill in the year 1779. Immediately following it will be found an advertifement from lord Orford, relative to the additional papers which he has left for publication on that fubjecl;. To thefe the editor is for- tunately enabled to add a third and laft letter from Chat- terton, repeatedly alluded to by lord Orford in the above- mentioned pamphlet. This letter, which his lordlhip had not been able to find, with the others, was recovered by his executors from amongft a quantity of wafte paper. It ex- acllv anfwers the account which lord Orford had given of it, . and forms, together with his laft Declaration on the fubjecl: of Chatterton, dated 1792, and his Remarks on the Letter of Scrutator of the fame year, fuch a body of evidence, fuch a complete dernonftration that his conducl towards that marvellous and ill-fated youth was in every refpecl unim- peachable, as muft afTure all who are not wilfully preju- diced (if indeed any prejudice can yet remain on the fub- je a) x PREFACE jefir) how perfectly guiltlefs he was of haftening a cataftro- phe, which none of the greater! dupes to Chatterton's for- geries, nor of the greater! admirers of Chatterton's real genius, could more regret, or, perhaps, would have done fo much to prevent as himfelf. We fee by lord Orford's laft declaration upon the occa- fion of one of his letters to Chatterton appearing in a periodical work 1 , how earneftly defirous he was that thofe perfons who were in pofltflion of any other letters of his to Chatterton mould publifh them during his life, and how forcibly he deprecates the idea of being confidered as the author of counterfeited letters which might be brought for- ward and imputed to him when he fhould no longer be alive to difprove them. Nor can we wonder that he felt anxious upon the fubject, Or that the unwarrantable manner in which his name and conducl had been involved in the hiftory of the unfortunate Chatterton had given him real concern That a man en- dowed with judgement to difcriminate, tafte to relifh, a heart to feel for and a fortune to encourage genius, mould be accufed, not only of reprefling its early efforts by his- chilling reception, but of having treated its further applica- tions with the arrogant neglecl of a little mind in a fuperior Itation, and the jealous coldnefs of a little genius towards * The European Magazine for February i 752. fuperior by the EDITOR. xi fupcrior abilities — accufed of having been thus inftrumental in hurrying it to the lafl act of clefpair, at an age brightened to others by the dawn of a thoufand hopes To a warm heart, to lively feelings— in ihort, to lord Orford, could there be a more painful, a more cruel accufation ? Its complete refutation is now before the public. In fact., lord Orford never faw, never had any intercourfe, except by two or three fhort unimportant letters, with the perfon who addreffed him, and consequently was totally ■ ignorant of all the favourable or interefting circumflances that dif- tinguifhed poor Chatterton from any other young man tired of his bufincfs, and defirous of more liberty and more money ; — and to Mr. Walpole's praclifed and penetrating eye on the fubjecl: of Englifh antiquities this young man had unfortunately placed himfelf in no other light than that of a daring but unexperienced impoftor Happy had it been for himfelf and the world, if he had addrefled himfelf to lord Orford's heart, inftead of endea- 1 Mr. Walpole thus exprefles himfelf r ii the fubjefl in a letter to Dr. Lort, of Anguft 1789 : " my accufers never confidered " that it was utterly impoffible for me to " conceive, from his fending me fome " verfes which he pretended were very " ancient, and which he re-demanded as " not being his own property, but to be. " reftored to the lender, that he woulJ " prove, if he fhould live, a miracle of " poetic genius. He did not even men- " tion his ever having written a verfe.— " I muft have been infpired, to have fup- " pofed that my correfpondent, in the " guifc of an attorney's clerk, was a Mil* " ton in embryo." vourino xii PREFACE vouring to impofe upon his underftanding ; and had been aware that, by producing himfelf as he really was, by dif- covering his own native character, he would have exhibited a more wonderful, a more interefting rarity than any of his pretended difcoveries of the works of others. The Narrative relating to Hume and Rouffeau, and the letters which immediately follow it, will chiefly intereft thofe who were perfonally acquainted with either of the characters in queftion, and who mud have regretted that Hume's affectionate well-meaning heart, and cool unro- mantic head, fhould ever have come in contact with the eccentricities of a Being formed to captivate and intereft mankind, but not to live with them. The Reminifcences were written for and given to the two perfons to whom they are addreffed; but they cannot fup- pofe that their friend intended fo interefting and original a felection of anecdotes to be always confined to themfelves alone ; and it is prefumed that the curiofity of the public to fee fuch a work in the exact words and form given to it by its witty and well-informed author, will excufe the ap- parent vanity which has retained thofe paffages that parti- cularly indicate how and for whom it was compofed. To the Hieroglyphic Tales, as lord Orford always in- tended them for publication after his death, he has himfelf left a preface, not lefs lively, original and whim fically fati- ric by the EDITOR. xiii ric than the Tales themfelves, and alfo a poftfcript, which to the graver order of readers (if they fhould appear to re- quire it) will furely beft plead their apology. The Mifcellaneous Pieces, both in profe and verfe, are almoR entirely of lord Orford's own fele&ion. It is how- ever impoiTible that the public can confider the latter in a more trifling light than their author avows confidering them himfelf. The Correfpondence with Mr. Weft confifts of the unr ftudied letters of very young men; but thefe letters indicate fuch ingenuous minds, devoted to fuch elegant purfuits, and exhibit fuch a love of letters and of poetry as it is to be wifh- ed were more frequently afibciated with that age at whicta the cultivation or neglect of the growing powers of the mind, and of the impreflions received in early education, generally ftamp . " All the colour of fucceeding life." Mr. Weft has been already introduced to the notice and acquaintance of the public by his letters publifhed in Gray's Correfpondence, by his elegant Latin verfes, and by his ten- der and afTecling poetical epiftle to his friends at Cambridge. Few perfons fo early loft have given fuch promife of dif- tinguifhed worth, difplayed fuch marks of fuperior genius, or left behind them fuch interefting remembrances. The early Vol. I. b intimacy xiv PREFACE intimacy formed between Walpole, Weft, Gray and Afheton at Eton, and called by Walpole their Quadruple Alliance, we fee remembered with fond and enthufiaftic pleafure by poor Weft during the fhort remainder of his fickly, fuffering life. The correfpondence here given commences from their firft feparation on leaving fchool and removing to different uni- verfities; Mr. Walpole's fubfequent letters to Mr. Weft, from abroad, are marked by that fmgular livelinefs of thought and cxpreflion, which through life diftinguilhed both his writ- ings and his converfation. In this correfpondence there may poffibly be found fome circumftances which are repeated afterwards in other letters of the fame period ; but as the language is always varied, and the obfervations are often new, it has been thought beft not to withhold anv of them merely on that account. The letters to field-marfhal Conway contain the unin- terrupted intercourfe of two friends for the fingularly long period of fifty-five years ; from the year i 740, when the two coufins, who liad gone abroad together with Mr. Gray, parted at Geneva, to the death of marfhal Conway in the fummer of 1795* Thefe letters are the carelefs effufions of unbounded con- fidence on all fubjecls, between two perfons, both emi- nent BY THE EDITOR. XV nent for their abilities, during the unbroken duration of a friend (hip which almoft began, and only ended with their lives. Such letters were certainly never originally intended for publication; but as from that very reafon they become doubly interefting, affording indubitable proofs, not only of the livelieft wit and the happieft cxprelTion, but of the mod difinterefted attachment, the foundeft integrity and the mo ft anxious affeclion, to fupprefs them would be to fupprefs one of the beft eulogies on both their characters, and would de- prive the world at once of a bright example, and of a con- foling inftance of real, rare, uninterrupted friendfhip. Indeed, fo arbitrary is the distribution even of pofthumous fame, that it may, perhaps, be chiefly from thefe letters, and other works of his friend, that the character of marlhal Con - way will be beft known to pofterity. The pure, tried, un- fhaken integrity of his foul, his cool determined valour, the mild domeftic virtues of his heart, his unwearied fearch after knowledge, his admirable tafte and various accom- plifhments, were accompanied by fuch modeft, fuch philo- fophic diffidence of his own opinion and acquirements, and were exalted by fuch noble and extraordinary fimplicity of character, as rendered him inattentive to the acquifition of popular applaufe, while fatisfied with the confeioufnefs of deferving it. To his public conduct on many great oceafions the poli- tical and military hiftory of his country will bear honour- b 2 able XVI PREFACE able teftimony. His opinions and conduct with refpect to America have already received that fanclion of applaufe from all parties, which the founder! policy, as well as the molt perfect probity, often obtain only from diftant pofterity. The part he took on the memorable repeal of the flamp a£l, when confidered as the efficient minifter in the houfe of commons, is happily not intruded to the indifcriminate relation of fome future half-informed hiftorian, but is cir- cumstantially recorded in the glowing, fublime and immor- tal eloquence of a contemporary ; and the editor, confcious of his inability to do juftice to the excellence fo ftrongly im- prelfed on his mind, turns with delight to borrow words equally worthy of their fubjecl and of their author 1 . <4 I remember, fir, with a melancholy pleafure the fitua- tion of the honourable gentleman who made the motion for the repeal ; in that crifis, when the whole trading interelt. of this empire crammed into your lobbies, with a trembling and anxious expectation, waited almoft to a winter's return of light, their fate from your refolutions. " When at length you had determined in their favour, and your doors thrown open {hewed them the figure of their deliverer in the well-earned triumph of his important vic- tory, from the whole of that grave multitude there arofe an involuntary burft of gratitude and tranfport. They jumped 1 Sec Mr. Burke's fpeecb on American taxation , 19th April, 1774. upon by the EDITOR. xvii upon him like children on a long-abfent father. They clung about him as captives about their redeemer. u All England, all America joined in his applaufe. — Nor did he feem infenfible to the beft of all earthly rewards, the love and admiration of his fellow-citizens — Hope elevated and joy brightened his crejl. — I flood near him ; and his face, to ufe the expreffion of the fcripture of the firft martyr, < his face was as if it had been the face of an angel.' — I do not know what others feel ; but if I had flood in that fituation, I never would have exchanged it for ail that kings in their profufion could beftow." The reputation of marfhal Conway as a public man may be fafely refted upon fuch evidence ; but it is only thofe who, like the editor, have had the opportunity of penetrating into the mod fecret motives of his public conduct,, and the in- moft recelfes of his private life, that can do real juflice to the unfullied purity of his character — who like the editor faw and knew him in the evening of his days, retired from the honourable activity of a foldier and a ftatefman to the calm enjoyments of private life, happy in the refources of his own mind, and in the cultivation of ufeful fcience in the bofom of domellic peace — unenriched by penfions or places, undi- fl inguifhed by titles or ribbons, unfophifticated by public life and unwearied by retirement. The letters to Mr. Gray are interfperfed with feveral of their xviii PREFACE their anfwers, and followed by fifteen original letters from Mr. Gray, which, though forming no part of a regular correfpond- ence, will be received with pleafure by all thofe who are ca- pable of appreciating the merits of that exquifite 'writer — by all thofe who, while they admire the refined tafle and accu- rate judgement which forbade his rHking from his pen that which would have charmed every one but himfelf, mull la- ment his having left fo fmall a fample of the perfection he had attained in every department which he cultivated. For perhaps his odes are not more perfect models of true, pure, unalloyed poetry of the higher order, than his letters are of a corre£tly-elegant epiftolary ftyle, enlivened by eafy unex- pected wit. The friends of genius will fee too with pleafure, from the date of thefe letters, how fhort the duration was of that cooinefs between him and Mr. Walpole, which feparated them when abroad, but which arifing only from cafual cir- cumftances and different habits of life, and not from any ferious quarrel or ill-ufage, vanifhed on the firfi overtures of reconciliation, and never for a moment prevented them from doing mutual and ample juftice to each other's merits. The different feries of letters are fo arranged in chronolo- gical order as to form a fort of hiftory of the character, pur- fuits and fentiments of the author, from his almoft boyifh days at college to a period within fix months of his death. — This, it is conceived, was the belt and moft fatisfaclory ar- rangement of letters, many of which might be thought trifling, if they were not confidered as links of a chain intended to make by the EDITOR. xix make the author's amufements, occupations, and correfpond- ents fo intimately known to the reader, as to allow him, -in fome degree, to adopt them for his own; and will, it is prefumed, give them an intereft far beyond that infpired by the mere matter of facl which it is their purpofe to record. Any further comment upon the remaining contents of the fifth volume is deemed unneceffary. — Letters of eminent per- fons not written for publication have always been fought for with eagernefs by the intelligent public, who juftly conceive that by their means the moft intimate and mod fatisfa&ory acquaintance both with the author and his contemporaries is often acquired. To no letters can this apply fo perfectly as to thofe of lord Orford. None can more truly be con- fidered as the effufions of an informed and benevolent mind, a lively and whimfical imagination, and a friendly heart. As fucb, and as appearing to do honour both to himfelf and his correfpondents, they are fubmitted to the public. In the arrangement of the two laft volumes, in the notes to the letters and in the elucidation of many paffages con- tained in them, the editor has been materially affifted by a daughter, to whofe retentive memory moft of the names, dates and circumftances alluded to in the correfpondence were configned by the author himfelf, during the courfe of that intimate friendfhip, and almoft parental regard, with which for feveral years before his death he had honoured both her and her fifter, The XX PREFACE. The reader, it is hoped, will pardon from the heart of a father overflowing with affe&ion for a child, who from her infancy to the prefent moment has rendered his retired life a fcene of domeftic comfort, this public acknowledgment of the affiftance he has received from her on the prefent occafion, ADVER- C xxi 3 ADVERTISEMENT. As I have been an author in various ways and in various forms, fomebody or other might think of collecting my works. To prevent this, and at the fame time to avoid having pieces attributed to me which I never wrote, and to condemn, by fuppretling as far as I can, fome which do not deferve publication, I have determined to leave this collec- tion behind me. The approbation bellowed on fome part, authorifes me to think they are not unworthy of being pre- ferved in this manner. The few pieces which have never appeared before, were either kept back from reafons which exift no longer, or were at the time in their own nature private. I mean, particularly, the Letters addreifed to Mini- fters, or written on political occafions. They are not produced now from any merit in the compofition, but as evidences of my own conduct: ; and, as fuch, they give me greater fatisfa£tion at this late period than any other part of my writings. HOR. WALPOLE. Vol. I. c CON TENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME FUGITIVE PIECES. Page Verses in Memory of King Henry the Sixth — . — i Epijlle from Florence to Thomas Afoton, Efq. — — 4 Infcription for the neglecled Column in the Place of St. Mark — . 1 7 The Beauties : an Epiflle to Mr. Eckardt the Painter — 1 y Epilogue to Tamerlane — — — 25 The Entail^ a Fable — . — — 28 Epigram on Admiral Vernon — — — 30 Portrait of John Earl Granville • — — 3 Y Portrait de Jean Comte dc Granville — ^2 Verfes prefixed to the Poems of Anna Chamber Countefs Temple 33 The Magpye and her Brood, a Fable — — ^ The Myferious Mother ', a Tragedy — oy Epitaph on the Cenotaph of Lady Walpole — — . 131 Scheme for raifing a large Sum of Money by Meffuge Cards and Notes 132 Advertifement to the Hi/lory of Good Breeding — — 141 The xxiv CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME. Page The World, No. VI. — — — 146 No. VIII — — —151 No. X. — — — 159 No. XIV. — — — 164 No.XXVIlI. — — — 169 No. CIIL — — —174 • No. CLX. — — — 179 . No. CXCV. — — — 185 A Wodd Extraordinary — — — 190 The World \ not published in the original Work — — 199 Ditto — — — — 1 — 200 Letter from Xo Ho to his Friend Lien Chi — — 205 Inquiry into the Per/on and Age of the long-lived Conntefs of Defmond 210 Infcription on a Picture of the late Pope — — 218 Advertifement to Paul Hentzners Account of England — 220 to Lord Whitwortlj s Account of Ruffia — 223 • to the MifakeSy a Comedy — — 228 ■ to the Life of Edward Lord Herbert of Cher bury — 230 ■ to a Catalogue and Defcription of King Charles Vs Collection 234 ■ to a Catalogue of the Collection of King James II. — 238 to a Catalogue of the Collection of G. Villiers 7 Duke oj Buckingham — — 240 Catalogue of the Royal and Noble Authors of England Supplement to ditto — — Peerejfes Scots Authors — Iri/h Peers — Pieces omitted in the foregoing Catalogue Noble Authors omitted in former Editions Index — — 243 — 463 — 477 — 492 — 513 526 ~ 534 — 5% DIRECTIONS TO THE BINDER FOR PLACING THE PLATES. VOL. I. Page lEAD of Lord Orford to front the Title Frontifpiece of Royal and Noble Authors 243 Reafon, Rt£titude and Juftice appearing to Chriftina de Pifa — — 288 H, vol. n. Cattle of Otranto — — King Richard III. — — King Richard III. and Queen Anne Edward Earl of Warwick, Mary Countefs of Saliftmry, Queen Anne, Richard III Edward Prince of Wales Henry Duke of Warwick, Anne Countefs of Warwick, Richard Neville Earl of Warwick, Ifabel Duchefs of Clarence, George Duke of Clarence — Sir Robert Walpole, Earl of Orford Catherine Lady Walpole — Weft Front of Houghton-Hall, Eaft Front of ditto, and two Ground Plans Plates of Straweerry-Hill. Frontifpiece — — — North Front of Strawberry-Hill Entrance of Strawberry-Hill View of the Prior's Garden Chimney in the Great Parlour I 103 1 1 1 — 167 167 225 225 237 393 399 400 400 401 Chimney in the China Room — Chimney in the Yellow Bedchamber Chimney in the Blue Bedchamber — Staircafe at Strawberry-Hill Library at Strawberry-Hill — Chimney-piece of the Holbein Chamber Screen of the Holbein Chamber — The Gallery — — — Chimney in the Round Room — The Cabinet — — — View from the Great Bedchamber View of the Chapel in the Garden Garden Gate — — The Shell Bench — — View from the Terrace — Eaft View of the Cottage Garden — South Front of Strawberry-Hill, PI. I. Eaft Front of Strawberry-Hill, PI. II. Ground Plan of do. PI. III. Principal Floor of do. PI. IV. Offices, PI. V. — Plan of the principal Floor, and Ground Plan of the Offices, Pi. VI. VOL. III. N. B. None of thefe Plates have the Volume marked. Frontifpiece, Queen Eleanor, Henry III. Henry V. his Queen and Family — 36 Marriage of Henry VI. — — 37 JohnMabufe — — — 47 Page 405 418 435 439 442 454 454 461 468 470 494 507 507 508 508 5°9 512' Marriage DIRECTIONS TO THE BINDER. Page Marriage of Henry VII. ■ — — 50 Hans Holbein — — 58 Sir Antonio More — — 106 Joas Van Cleeve — — 109 Edward Courtney, Earl of Devonfhire 1 1 1 Cornelius Ketel — — 117 Frederic Zucchero — — 120 Marc Garrard — — 122 Henry Cornelius Vroom — Nicholas Hilliard — 1 — Ifaac Oliver — — • Sir Nathaniel Bacon — Paul Vanfomer — — Cornelius Janfen — — Daniel Mytens — — Peter Oliver — — Henry Gyles — • — Nicholas Stone fen. and jun. — Henry Stone — — Abraham Vanderdort — Sir Balthazar Gerbier — Sir P. P. Rubens - — Antony Vandyck — Cornelius Polenburg — — Henry Steenwyck — George Jamefone — — Dobfon — — — Gerard Honthorft — — John V an Belcamp and Geldorp — Horatio Gentilefchi and Edward Mafcall Nicholas Laniere — — Francis Wouters — — Adrian Hanneman — Francefco Cleyn — — Petitot, Sir Toby Matthews, Torrentius Edward Pierce fen. and jun. — Le Soeur — — Inigo Jones — — Major General Lambert — Robert Walker — — Ifaac Fuller — — Robert Streater — — Vanfon — — Abraham Hondius — Sir Peter Lely — — Sir John Greenhill and J. Bap. Gafpari Mrs. Ann Killigrew — ■— Thomas Flatman — — Claude Le Fevre, Mr. John Hay Is — Verrio — — — Peter Roeftraten — 123 j 27 130 140 J 47 149 T 55 158 165 170 183 189 209 217 229 230 23 1 2 35 238 240 241 242 243 246 252 255 261 262 267 277 278 282 285 287 289 290 295 297 299 300 3°4 311 Gerard Zouft, Griffiere and Edema — William Vandevelde jun. — William Wiffing — — Samuel Cooper — — Mr. and Mrs. Gibfon — — Mrs. Beale and her Son Charles — - Cibber — — Grinling Gibbons — — Sir Chriftopher Wren, and Hugh Howard Efq. — — Charles de la Fofle — — Plenry Tilfon — — - John Sybrecht — — Sir Godfrey Kneller, and John Zachary Kneller — — John Baptift Monoyer — — Simon Dubois and Cooke — — John Riley and Egbert Hemflcirk Peter Vander Meulen — — Sevonyans and Herbert Tuer — Sir John Medina — — Godfrey Schalcken ~ — Vandieit and Le Piper — — John Wyck, Thomas Wyck — Sebaftian Ricci — — Marco Ricci, Talman, and Sir Ralph Cole Murray — — Boit and Baker — ■— Sir John Vanbrugh — — Louis Laguerre, C. Jervas, and B. Lens Michael Dahl — — Jonathan Richardfon — — Sir James Thornhill — — P. Monamy — — Peter Tillemans — — Enoch Zeeman — — Watteau — — James Anthony Arlaud — — James Gibbs — — Charles Chriftian Reifen — — Philip Mercier — — George Lambert — — Thomas Worlidge — — William Hogarth — — Frederick Zincke and Liotard — Michael Ryfbrach — — Lewis Francis Roubilliac — — Laurence Delvaux — — Henry Herbert Earl of Pembroke — Richard Boyle Earl of Burlington — William Kent — — Page 3ii 321 322 3 2 5 3 2 7 33° 339 346 349 354 35°" 356 359 368 369 372 374 375 375 378 379 380 387 387 388 39i 394 404 406 413 4i7 421 4 2 3 426 426 428 432 435 440 450 451 453 475 477 480 481 485 486 488 Hoefnagte DIRECTIONS TO THE BINDER. VOL. IV. Page Hoefnagle — — 10 Robert Van Voerft — — 34 William Faithorne — — 49 Prince Rupert — — 6 3 John Evelyn, Efq. — 67 N. B. The Volume is not marked on this Plate. Warner Vaillant, Vandrebanc, Francis Place, William Lodge — — 67 Robert White, Vanfomer, Becket, Sturt, Elder — — 83 Hamlet Winftanley and Dorigny — 95 George Vertue — — > 119 VOL. V. Page N. B. The Volume is not marked on thefe Heads. Field Marfhal Conway — I Col. John Campbell, afterwards Duke of Argyle — — — 5 1 The Hon. Mary Bellenden, afterwards Mrs. Campbell — — 51 The Hon. Mrs. Howard, afterwards Countefs of Suffolk — — 74. Mrs. Selwyn — — 155 Richard Bentley — — 259 Thomas Gray — — 351 John Chute — — — - 405 William Wentworth Earl of Strafford 429 Mary Lepel, afterwards Lady Hervey 513 Hannah More — — — 577 f C * ] FUGITIVE PIECES. VERSES In MEMORY of King HENRY the Sixth, Founder of King's College, Cambridge, [Written February 2, 1738.] WHILE fuperftition teaches to revere The fainted calendar and letter'd year; While bigots joy in canonizing fhades, Fictitious martyrs, vifionary maids; Hafte, Gratitude, and hail this better day; At Henry's fhrine prefent thy votive lay; If this peculiarly for His be known, Whofe charity made every day his own. But fay, what lhrine ? — my eyes in * vain require Th' engraven brafs and monumental fpire. Henry knows none of thefe — above! around! Behold where e'er this peniile quarry's found, Vol. I. * King Henry is buried obfcurely at Windfor B Or 2 FUGITIVE PIECES. Or (Veiling into vaulted roofs its weight, Or fhooting columns into gothic itate, Where e'er this fane extends its lofty frame, * Behold the monument to Henry's name! When Henry bade this pompous temple rife, Nor with prefumption emulate the ikies, Art and Palladio had not reach'd the land, Nor methodiz'd the Vandal builder's hand: Wonders, unknown to rule, thefe piles difclofe; The walls, as if by infpiration, rofe. The edifice'}', continued by his care, With equal pride had form'd the fumptuous fquare, Had not th' affaffm difappointed part, And ftab'd the growing fabric in his heart. More humble hands, but grateful to the mind That firft the royal benefit defign'd, Renew the labour J, re-aiTume the ftone, And George's aufpices the ltruclure crown. No lifelefs pride the riling walls contain, Neat without art, and regularly plain. What tho' with pomp unequal finks the pile Beneath the grandeur of the gothic ifle; What tho' the modern matter's weaker hand Unexecuted drops what Henry plann'd ; This for the fons of men is an abode, But that the temple of the living God! Afcend the temple ! join the vocal choir, Let harmony your raptur'd fouls infpire. Hark how the tuneful folemn organs blow, Awfully ftrong, elaborately flow ; * This thought is copied from the infcription over fir Chriftopher Wren, who is buried under the dome of St. Paul, of which he was the archi- tect. " — fi quceras monumentum, fufpice!" f The original plan is extant in the library of the college. % The new building was raifed at the expence of the college, and by contributions of the minif- ters, nobility and others. Now FUGITIVE PIECES. 3 Now to yon empyrean feats above Raife meditation on the wings of love; Now falling, finking, dying to the moan Once warbled fad by Jeffe's contrite fon, Breathe in each note a conference thro' the fenfe, And call forth tears from foft-ey'd penitence. Alone the vaulted roof fweet {trains decay, And liquid Hallelujahs melt away; The floating accents lefs'ning as they flow, Like diflant arches gradually low. Tafte has not vitiated our purer ear, Perverting founds to merriment of pray'r. Here mild devotion bends her pious knee, Calm and unruffled as a fummer fea ; Avoids each wild enthufiaiKc tone, Nor borrows utt'rance from a tongue unknown. O Henry! from thy lucid orb regard How purer hands thy pious cares reward ; Now Heav'n illuminates thy godlike mind From fuperfHtion's papal gloom rerin'd : Behold thy fons with that religion blefl, Which thou wou'dft own and Caroline profefs'd — Great*, mournful name — ftruck with the well-known found, Their patronefs ! the mufes droop around, Unftrung their lyres, inanimate their lays, Forget to celebrate e'en Henry's praife — I ceafe, ye mufes, to implore your fong; I ceafe your tunelefs filent grief to wrong; And Henry's praife refer to that great day, Which f, what he was, mall, when it comes, difplay. * Queen Caroline died in the preceding No- mentioned in the Spectator : "Hie fituseftN.N. vember. Qualis eram, Dies iftic cum venerit, fcies f The thought of the laft line alludes to an which being a monkifh verfe, Mr. Addifon has epitaph in the chapel of King's college, which is changed the laft word fcies for indicabit. A N 4 FUGITIVE PIECES. A N EPISTLE from FLORENCE. To* THOMAS ASHTON, Efq. TUTOR to the EARL of PLIMOUTH. [ Written in the Year 1 740.] JHEN flouriih'd with their ftate th' Athenian name, And learning and politenefs were the fame, Philofophy with gentle arts refin'd The honeft roughnefs of th' unpractis'd mind : She call'd the latent beams of nature forth, Guided their ardor and infur'd their worth. She pois'd th' impetuous warrior's vengeful fteel, Mark'd true ambition from deftructive zeal, Pointed what luftre on that laurel blows, Which virtue only on her fons bellows. Hence clement Cimon, of unfpotted fame, Hence Aristides' ever-fav'rite name; Heroes, who knew to wield the righteous fpear, And guard their native tow'rs from foreign fear; Or in firm bands of focial peace to bind Their country's good, and benefit mankind. * He afterwards went into orders, was fellow London, and preacher to the fociety of L»n- of Eton college and minifter of faint Botolph's, coln's-inn. She FUGITIVE PIECES She trim'd the thoughtful ftatcfman's niohtiv oil, Confirm'd his mind beneath an empire's toil, Or with him to his filent villa ftole, Gilded his ev'ning hours, and harmoniz'd his foul. To woods and caves fhe never bade retreat, Nor fix'd in cloifter'd monkeries her ieat : No lonely precepts to her fons enjoin'd, Nor taught them to be men, to fhun mankind. Cynics there were, an uncouth felfim race, Of manners foul, and boaflful of difgrace : Brutes, whom no mufe has ever lov'd to name, Whofe ignominy was their only fame. No hoftile trophies grace their honour'd urn, Around their tomb no fculptur'd virtues mourn ; Nor tells the marble into emblems grav'd An art difcover'd or a city fav'd. Be this the goal to which the Briton-peer Exalt his hope, and prefs his young career ! Be this the goal to which, my friend, may you With gentle Ikill direel his early view ! Artful the various ftudies to difpenfe, And melt the fchoolman's jargon down to fenfc* See the pedantic teacher, winking, dull, The letter'd tyrant of a trembling fchool ; Teaching by force, and proving by a frown, His lifted fafces ram the leffon down. From tortur'd ftrains of eloquence he draws Barbaric precepts and unmeaning laws, By his own fenfe would Tully's word expound^ And a new Vandal tramples claffic ground. Perhaps a bigot to the learned page, No modern cuftom can his thoughts engage, 6 FUGITIVE PIECES. I lis little farm by * Georgic rules he ploughs, And prunes by metre the luxuriant boughs : Still from Aratus' fphere or Maro's figns The future calm or tempeff. he divines : And fears if the prognostic raven's found Expatiating alone along the dreary round. What fcanty precepts ! ftudies how confin'd ! Too mean to fill your comprehenfrve mind ; Unfatisfy'd with knowing when or where Some Roman bigot rais'd a fane to Fear ; On what green medal Virtue ftands exprefs'd, How Concord's pictur'd, Liberty how drefs'd ; Or with wife ken judicioufly define, When Pius marks the honorary coin Of Caracalla, or of Antonine. Thirfting for knowledge, but to know the right, Thro' judgment's optic guide th' illufive fight ; To let in rays on Reafon's darkling cell, And lagging miffs of prejudice difpel; For this you turn the Greek and Roman page, W'eigh the contemplative and acrive fage, And cull fome ufeful flow'r from each hiftoric age. Thence teach the youth the necelTary art, To know the judge's from the critic's part ; Show how ignoble is the paflion, Fear, And place fome patriot Roman's model near ; Their bright examples to his foul inftil, Who knew no fear, but that of doing ill. Tell him, 'tis all a cant, a trifle all, To know the folds that from the Toga fall, * This was literally the cafe of Dr. Wefton, of bifhop Wefton, gives this inftance of the cha- bifhop of Exeter, who, when fchool-mafter of rafter of a pedant, " He gives directions for huf- Eton, loft a confiderable fum by the experiment, bandry from Virgil's Georgics, for cattle from It is very remarkable, that Sir Thomas Over- his Bucolics, &c." bury, who wrote fo many years before the time -J- Et fola in ficca fecum fpatiatur arena. Virg. I 4 The FUGITIVE PIECES The Clavus' breadth, the Bulla's golden round, And ev'ry leaf that ev'ry Virtue crown'd : But (how how brighter in each honeft breaft, Than o'er her fhnne, the goddefs flood confefs'd. Tell him, it is not the fantaftic boy, Elate with pow'r, and fwell'd with frantic joy, 'Tis not a flavim fenate, fawning, bafe, Can ftamp with honeft fame a worthlefs race : Tho' the falfe coin proclaim him great and wife, The tyrant's life fhall tell that coin, it lyes. But when your early care mail have defign'd To plan the foul and mould the waxen mind ; When you fhall pour upon his tender breaft Ideas that muft ftand an age's teft, Oh ! there imprint with ftrongeft deepeft dye The lovely form of goddefs Liberty ! For her in fenates be he train'd to plead, For her in battles be he taught to bleed. Lead him where Dover's rugged cliff* refounds DO With darning feas, fair Freedom's honeft bounds ; Point to yon azure Carr bedrop'd with gold, Whofe weight the necks of Gallia's fons uphold ; Where proudly fits an iron-fcepter'd queen, And fondly triumphs o'er the proftrate fcene ; Cry, That is empire ! fhun her baleful path, Her words are flavery, her touch is death ! Thro' wounds and blood the fury drives her way, And murthers half to make the reft her prey. Thus fpoke each Spartan matron, as me drefs'd With the bright cuirafs her young foldier's breaft ; On the new warrior's tender-fine w'd thigh, Girt fear of fhame and love of liberty. 8 FUGITIVE PIECES, Steel'd with fuch precepts, for a caufe fo good, What fcanty bands the Perfian hoft withftood! Before the ions of Greece let Alia tell How fled her* Monarch, how her millions fell! When arm'd for Liberty, a few how brave! How weak a multitude, where each a Have! No welcome falchion fill'd their fainting hand, No voice infpir'd of favourite command: No peafant fought for wealthy lands poffefs'd, No fond remembrance warm'd the parent's breaft: They faw their lands for royal riot groan, And toil'd in vain for banquets, not their own; They faw their infant race to bondage rife, And frequent heard the ravifh'd virgin's cries, Difhonour'd but to cool a transient gull Of fome luxurious Satrap's barb'rous luft. The greater!: curfes any age has known Have ifTued from the temple or the throne. Extent of ill from kings at firft begins, But priefts muft aid and confecrate their fins. The tortur'd fubject might be heard complain, When finking under a new weight of chain, Or more rebellious might perhaps repine, When tax'd to dow'r a titled concubine, But the prieft chriilens all a right divine. When at the altar a new monarch kneels, What conjur'd awe upon the people fteals! The chofen he adores the precious oil, Meekly receives the folemn charm, and while The prieft fome blefled nothings mutters o'er, Sucks in the facred greafe at every pore: He feems at once to fhed his mortal Ikin, And feels divinity transfus'd within. * Xerxes. FUGITIVE PIECES, 9 The trembling vulgar dread the royal nod, And worfhip God's anointed more than God. Such fan<5Hon gives the prelate to fuch kings ! So mifchief from thofe hallow'd fountains fprings. But bend your eye to yonder harafs'd plains, Where king and prieft in one united reigns ; See fair Italia mourn her holy frate, And droop opprefs'd beneath a papal weight : Where fat celibacy ufurps the foil, And facred floth confumes the peafant's toil ; The holy drones monopolize the fky, And plunder by a vow of poverty. The Chriftian caufe their lewd profeflion taints, Unlearn'd, unchafte, uncharitable faints. Oppreflion takes religion's hallow'd name, And prieftcraft knows to play the fpecious game. Behold how each enthufiafKc fool Of ductile piety becomes their tool : Obferve with how much art, what fine pretence They hallow foppery and combat fenfe. Some hoary hypocrite, grown old in fin, Whofe thoughts of heav'n with his laft hours begin, Counting a chaplet with a bigot care, And mumbling fomewhat 'twixt a charm and prayV, Hugs a dawb'd image of his injur'd lord, And fqueezes out on the dull idol-board A fore-ey'd gum of tears ; the flannel crew With cunning joy the fond repentance view, Pronounce him blefs'd, his miracles proclaim, Teach the flight crowd t' adore his hallow'd name-, Exalt his praife above the faints of old, And coin his finking confeience into gold. Vol. I. C Or io FUGITIVE PIECES, Or when Tome pontiff with imperious hand Sends forth his edict to excife the land, The tortur'd hind unwillingly obeys, And mutters curfes as his mite he pays ! The fubtle prieft. th' invidious name forbears, Afks it for holy ufe or venal pray'rs ; Exhibits all their trumpery to fale,' A bone, a mouldy morfel, or a nail : Th' idolatrous devout adore the mow, And in full ftreams the molten ofF'rings flow. No pagan object, nothing too profane To aid the Romifh zeal for chriftian gain. Each temple with new weight of idols nods, And borrow'd altars fmoke to other gods. Prometheus' vulture Matthew's eagle proves, And heav'nly cherubs fprout from heathen loves ; Young Ganymede a winged angel ftands By holy Luke, and dictates God's commands : Apollo *, tho' degraded, itill can blefs, Rewarded with a fainthood, and an S. Each convert godhead is apoftoliz'd, And Jove himfelf by f Peter's name baptiz'd ; Astarte mines in Jewifh Mary's fame, Still queen of heav'n, another and the fame. While the proud prieft the facred tyrant reigns Of empty cities and difpeopled plains, Where fetter'd nature is forbid to rove In the free commerce of productive love, Behold imprifon'd with her barren kind, In gloomy cells the votive maid confin'd; Faint ftreams of blood, by long ftagnation weak 5 Scarce tinge the fading damalk of her cheek ; * St. Apollos. f At faint Peter's an old ftatue of Jupiter is turned into one of faint Peter. In FUGITIVE PIECES 11 In vain me pines, the holy faith withftands What nature dictates and what God commands. But if lbme fanguine he, fome lu,'y prieft Of jollier morals tafte the tempting teaft, From the ftrong graip if fome poor babe arife, Unwelcome, unindear'd, it inftant dies, Or poifons blafring foon the hafty joy, Th' imperfect feeds of infant life deitroy. Fair modefty, thou virgin tender-ey'd, From thee the mufe the groifer acts mud hide, Nor the dark cloifter's myftic rites difplay, Whence num'rous brawny monkhoods wafte away, And unprolific, tho' forfworn, decay. Britannia fmiling views her golden plains From mitred bondage free and papal chains. Her jocund fons pais each unburthen'd day Securely quiet, innocently gay : Lords of themfelves the happy nifties (ing, Each of his little tenement the king. Twice did ufurping Rome extend her hand, To re-inflave the new-deliver'd land : Twice were her fable bands to battle warm'd, With pardons, bulls, and texts, and murthers arm'd : * With Peter's fword and Michael's lance were fent, And whate'er ftores fupply'd the church's armament. Twice did the gallant Albion race repel The jefuit legions to the gates of hell ; Or whate'er angel, friend to Britain, took Or William's or Eliza's guardian look. Arife, young peer ! mine forth in fuch a caufe ! Who draws the fword for freedom, juilly draws. * Addit & Herculeos Arcus Haftamque Minervse, Quicquid habent telorum armamentaria Cseli. Juv. Reflea 12 FUGITIVE PIECES Reflect hew dearly was that freedom bought ; For that, how oft your anceftors have fought 5 Thro' the long feries of our princes down, How wrench' d fome right from each too potent crown. See abject John, that vafTal monarch, fee! Bow down the royal neck, and crouch the lupple knee i Oh ! proftitution of imperial ftate ! To a vile Romifh prieft's vile * delegate ! Him the bold barons fcorning to obey, And be the fubjecis of a fubjecl: fway ; Heroes, whole names to lateft fame mall mine, Aw'd by no virions of a right divine, That bond by eaftern politicians wrought, Which ours have learnt, and rabbi doftors taught, To ftraiter banks reftrain'd the royal will, That great prerogative of doing ill. To late example and experience dead, See f Henry in his father's footfteps tread. Too young to govern, immature to pow'r, His early follies haunt his lateft hour. His nobles injur'd, and his realms opprefs'd, No violated fenate's wrongs redrefs'd, His hoary age finks in the feeble wane Of an inglorious, flighted, tedious reign. The mufe too long with idle glories fed, And train'd to trumpet o'er the warlike dead, The wanton fain on giddy plumes would foar To Gallic Loire and Jordan's humbled more ; Again would teach the Saracen and Gaul At % Edward's and at § Henry's name to fall ; Romantic heroes ! prodigal of blood ; What numbers ftain'd each ill-difputed flood ! * The pope's nuncio, f Henry III. 5 J Edward I. and III. § Henry V. Tools FUGITIVE PIECES. Tools to a clergy ! warring but to feaft With fpoils of provinces each pamper'd prieft. Be dumb, fond maid ! thy facred ink nor fpill On fpccious tyrants, popularly ill : Nor be thy comely locks with rofes dight Of either victor colour, red or white. Foil'd the aflaflin * king, in union blow The blended flowers on leventh Henry's brow. Peace 'lights again on the forfaken ftrand, And banifh'd plenty re-aflumes the land. No nodding creft: the crouching infant frights, No clarion rudely breaks the bride's delights ; Repofing fabres leek their ancient place To briitle round a gaping -j~ Gorgon's face. The weary'd arms grotefquely deck the wall, And tatter'd trophies fret the royal | hall. But peace in vain on the blood-fatten'd plains From a redundant horn her treafure rains ! She deals her gifts ; but in a ufelefs hour, To glut the iron hand of griping pow'r: Such Lancaster, whom harafs'd Britain faw, Mafk'd in the garb of antiquated law : More politic than wife, more wife than great; A legiflator to enflave the ftate; Coolly malicious; by defign a knave; More mean than falfe, ambitious more than brave - r Attach'd to interefl's more than honour's call ; More ftricl than juft, more covetous than all. Not {o the reveller profufe, his § ion, His contraft courfe of tyranny begun ; Robuft of limb, and flunYd with florid grace, Strength nerv'd his youth, and iquar'd his jovial face. * Richard III. J Weftmbaer-hall. f Medufa's head in the armory at thcJIWer. § Henry VIII. 14 FUGITIVE PIECES To feats of arms and carpet-combats prone, In either field the vig'rous monarch (hone : Mark'd out for riot each luxurious day In tournaments and banquets danc'd away. But fhift the fcene, and view what (laughters ftain Each frantic period of his barb'rous reign; A tyrant to the people whom he rul'd, By ev'ry potentate he dealt with, fool'd; Sold by one * minifter, to all unjufr.; Sway'd by each dictate of diftemper'd luft; Changing each worlhip that controul'd the bent Of his adult'rous will, and lewd intent; Big in unwieldy majefty and pride, And fmear'd with queens' and martyrs' blood, he dy'd. Pafs we the pious j* youth too (lightly feen ; The murd'rous zeal of a weak Romim J queen: Nor with faint pencil, impotently vain, Shadow the glories of Eliza's reign, Who (till too great, tho' fome few faults (he had, To catalogue with all thofe royal bad. Arife, great James! thy courfe of wifdom run! Image of David's philoiophic fon! He comes! on either hand in feemly (late, Knowledge and Peace his fondled handmaids wait: o Obfcurely learn'd, elaborately dull* Of quibbling cant and grace fanatic full, Thron'd in full fenates, on his pedant tongue, Thefe for fix hours each weighty morning hung. For thefe each firing of royal pow'r he firain'd, For thefe he fold whate'er Eliza gain'd; For thefe he fquander'd ev'ry prudent (lore The frugal princefs had referv'd before, On penfion'd fycophants and garter'd boys, Tools of his will, and minions of his joys. * Cardinal Wolfey. f Edward VI. % Mary. FUGITIVE PIECES. For thefe he let his beggar'd * daughter roam ; Bubbled for thefe by Spanifh art at home; For thefe, to fum the bleffings of his reign, Poifon'd one foil f, and t'other fent to Spain. Retire, itric"r. mufe, and thy impartial verfe In pity fpare on Charles's bleeding herfe ; Or all his faults in blackeft note, tranllate To tombs where rot the authors of his fate ; To luftful Henrietta's Romifli made Let all his acls of lawlefs pow'r be laid ; Or to the f prieft more Romifh ftill than her ; And whoe'er made his gentle virtues err. On the next § prince expell'd his native land In vain affliction laid her iron hand ; Fortune, or fair or frowning, on his foul Could ltamp no virtue, and no vice controul ; Honour, or morals, gratitude, or truth, Nor learn'd his ripen'd age, nor knew his youth ; The care of nations left to whores or chance, Plund'rer of Britain, penlioner of France ; Free to Buffoons, to Minifters deny'd, He liv'd an atheifr, and a bigot dy'd. The reins of empire, or refign'd or ftole. Are trufted next to James's weak controuL Him, meditating to fubvert the laws, His hero || fon in freedom's beauteous caufe Rofe to chaftife : ** unhappy itill ! howe'er Po fieri ty the gallant action bear. * Queen of Bohemia. •]• Prince Henry and Charles I. % Archbifhop Laud. 6 § Charles II. || William nr. ** Infelix utcumque ferent ea fa&a minores! Vine™ Thus 16 FUGITIVE PIECES. Thus have I try'd of kings and priefts to fing, And all the woes that from their vices fpring ; While viclor George thunders o'er either Spain, Revenges Britain and afferts the main ; To * willing Indians deals our equal laws, And from his country's voice affects applaufe ; f What time fair Florence on her peaceful more, Free from the din of war and battle's roar, Has lap'd me trifler in inglorious eafe, Modelling precepts that may ferve and pleafe ; Yours is the tafk — and glorious is the plan, To build the free, the fenfible, good man, * ■ — Volentes + Illo Vlrgilium me tempore dulcis alebat Per populos dat jura, viamque affeflat Olympo, Parthenope, ihidiis Florentem ignobilis oti. VlRG. VlBG. INSCRIPTION FUGITIVE PIECES. 17 INSCRIPTION FOR THE NEGLECTED COLUMN In the PLACE of St. MARK at FLORENCE. [Written in the Year 1740.3 ESCx^P'D a * race, whofe vanity ne'er rais'd A monument, but when themfelves it prais'd, Sacred to truth O ! let this column rife, Pure from falfe trophies and infcriptive lies ! Let no enflavers of their country here In impudent relievo dare appear : No pontiff by a ruin'd nation's blood Lufting to aggrandize his baftard brood : Be here no f Clement, $ Alexander feen, No pois'ning § cardinal, or pois'ning || queen : * The family of Medici. § Ferdinand the Great was firft cardinal and f Cardinal Julio de' Medici, afterwards Cle- then became Great duke, by poifoning his elder ment VII. brother Francis I . and his wife Hianca Capello. % Alexander, the fir ft duke of Florence, || Catherine of Medici, wife of ilenry II. king killed by Lorenzino de' Medici. of France. Vol. I. D No FUGITIVE' PIECES. No Cofmo, or the bigot * duke, or f he Great from the wounds of dyins; libertv. No X Lorrainer one lying arch § fuffice To tell his virtues- and his victories : Beneath his . foll'ring eye how || commerce thriv'd, Beneath his fmile how drooping arts reviv'd : Let it relate, e'er fince his rule begun, Not what he has, but what he mould have done. Level with freedom, let this pillar mourn, Nor rife, before the radiant blifs return ; Then tow'ring boldly to the ikies proclaim Whate'er fhall be the patriot hero's name, Who, a new Brutus, mall his country free, And, like a GOD, mall fay, Let there be Liberty ! * Cofmo III. the porta San Gallo. f Cofmo the Great enflaved the republics of || Two infcriptions over the letter arches call Florence and Siena. him " Reftitutor Commercii, and Propagator i Francis II. duke of Lorrain, which he gave Bonarum Artium," as his equeftrian ftatue tram- up to France, againfl: the command of his mo- pling on Turks, on the fummit,reprefentsthe vic- ther, and the petitions of all his fubjects, and tories that he was defigned to gain over that peo- had Tufcany in exchange. pie, when he received the command of the em- $ The triumphal arch erected to him without peror's armies, but was prevented by fome fevers. THE FUGITIVE PIECES. rg THE BEAUTIES. A N EPISTLE to Mr. ECKARDT the Painter. [Written in the Year 1746.] DESPONDING artift, talk no more Of beauties in the days of yore, Of goddeflfes renown'd in Greece, And Zeuxis' compofition-piece, Where every nymph that could at mofl Some flngle grace or feature boaft, Contributed her favourite charm To perfecl the ideal form. 'Twas Cynthia's brow, 'twas Lesbia's eye, *Twas Cloe's cheek's vermilion dye ; Roxana lent the noble air, Diflievell'd flow'd Aspasia's hair, And Cupid much too fondly prefs'd His mimic mother Thais'" breaft. Antiquity, how poor thy ufe ! A fingle Venus to produce ! Friend Eckardt, ancient ftory quit, Nor mind whatever Pliny writ ; D 2 Felibien 2o FUGITIVE PIECES. Felibien and Frefnoy difclaim, Who talk of Raphael's matchlefs fame, Of Titian's tints, Corregio's grace, And Carlo's each Madonna face, As if no beauties now were made, But Nature had forgot her trade. 'Twas beauty guided Raphael's line, From heavenly women fly I'd divine. They warm'd old Titian's fancy too, And what he could not tafte, he drew. Think you devotion warm'd his breaft, When Carlo with fuch looks exprefs'd His virgins, that her vot'ries feel Emotions not, I'm fure, of zeal ? In Britain's ifle obferve the fair, And curious choofe your models there ; Such patterns as mail raife your name To rival fweet Corregio's fame. Each fingle piece mall be a ten 1 , And Zeuxis' patchwork but a jeft ; Who ranfack'd Greece, and cull'd the age To bring; one goddefs on the ftag-e. On your each canvafs we'll admire The charms of the whole heav'nly choir.. Majeftic Juno mall be feen In * Hervey's glorious awful mien. Where j* Fitzroy moves, refplendent fair ; So warm her bloom, fublime her air ; Her ebon trefles, form'd to grace, And heighten while they made her face ; Such troops of martial youth around, Who court the hand that gives the wound ; * Mifs Lepelle Hervey, now lady Mulgrave, f Lady Caroline Fitzroy, eldeft daughter of eldeft daughter of John lord Hervey. Charles fecond duke of Grafton. 'Tis FUGITIVE PIECES. 21 'Tis Pallas, Pallas {lands confcfs'd, Tho' * Stanhope's more than Paris blefs'd. So t Cleveland (hone in warlike pride, By Lely's pencil deify 'd: So £ Grafton, matchlefs dame, commands; The faired work of Kneller's hands. The blood that warm'd each amorous court, In veins as rich dill loves to fport: And George's age beholds redor'd What William boaded, Charles ador'd. For Venuses, the Trojan ne'er Was half lo puzzled to declare : Ten queens of beauty, fure I fee ! Yet fure the true is § Emily. Such majefty of youth and air,. Yet moded as the village fair : Attracting all, indulging none, Her beautv, like the glorious fun. Thron'd eminently bright above,. Impartial warms the world to love.. In fmiling [| Capel's bounteous look Rich autumn's goddefs is midook. With poppies and with fpiky corn, Eckardt, her nut-brown curls adorn ; And by her fide, in decent line, Place charming ** Berkeley, Proferpine, Mild as a dimmer lea, ferene, In dimpled beauty next be feen f \ Aylesb'ry, like hoary Neptune's queen. * Lord Peterlham, fince earl of Harring- ton . f The duchefs of Cleveland like Pallas among the beauties at Windfor % The duchefs of Grafton among the beauties at Hampton-court. § Lady Emily Lenox, now duchefs of Lein- fter. || Lady Mary Capel, fince married to admiral Forbes. ** Elizabeth Drax countefs of Berkeley, fince married to Robert Nugent, efq. +f Caroline Campbell countefs of Aylefbury, fince married to general Henry Seymour Conway; flie was only daughter of John fourth duke of. Argyle. With: 22 FUGITIVE PIECES. With her the light-difpenfing fair, Whofe beauty gilds the morning air, And bright as her attendant fun, The new Aurora, * Lyttelton. Such f Guido's pencil beauty-tip'd, And in ethereal colours dip'd, In meafur'd dance to tuneful long Drew the fweet goddefs, as along Heaven's azure 'neath their light feet fpread, The buxom hours me fairefl led. The crefcent on her brow difplay'd, In curls of lovelieft brown inlaid, With every charm to rule the night, Like Dian, ij: Strafford woos the fight. The graceful fhape, the piercing eye, The fhowy bofom's purity, The unaffected gentle phrafe Of native wit in all fhe favs : Eckardt, for thefe thy art's too faint. You may admire, but cannot paint. How Hebe fmil'd, what bloom divine On the young goddefs lov'd to fhine, From § Carpenter we guefs, or fee, All-beauteous || Manners ! beam from thee. How pretty Flora, wanton maid, By Zephyr woo'd in noon-tide made, With roly hand coquetly throwing Panfies beneath her fweet touch blowing; * Mifs Lucy Fortefcue, firft wife of George § Almeria Carpenter, fince countefs of Eg re » now lord Lyttelton. mont. t Guide's Aurora in the Rofpigliofi palace at || Mifs Maimers (fince married to captain Hall), Rome, daughter of lord William Manners. J Lady Anne Campbell countefs of Strafford. 1 How FUGITIVE PIEC E S. 23 How blithe (he look'd, let * Fanny tell ; Let Zephyr own if half fo well. Another f goddefs of the year, Fair queen of fummer, fee appear ! Her auburn locks with fruitage crown'd, Her panting bofom loofcly bound, Ethereal beauty in her face, Rather the beauties of her race, Whence ev'ry goddefs, envy-fmit, Muft own each Stonehoufe meets in J Pitt. Exhaufted all the heav'nly train, How many mortals yet remain, Whofe eyes mail try your pencil's art, And in my numbers claim a part? Our fifter mufes mult defcribe § Chudleigh, or name her of the tribe: And || Juliana with the nine Shall aid the melancholy line, To weep her dear ** refemblance gone, Where all thefe beauties meet in one. Sad fate of beauty ! more I fee, Afflicted, lovely family! Two beauteous nymphs here, painter, place, Lamenting o'er their f f lifler grace, One, matron -like, with fober grief,. Scarce gives her pious fighs relief ; While §§ t'other lovely maid appears In all the melting povv'r of tears : * Mifs Fanny Maccartney, married to Mr. Greville. f Pomona. % Mifs Atkins, now Mrs. Pitt. Lady Atkins, htr mother, was a Stonehoufe. § Mifs Chudleigh, maid of honour. |j LadyJulianaFarmor,fince married toMr.Pen. * * LadySophia Farmor, countefs of Granville, ft Mifs Mary Evelyn. %i Mrs. Boone. §§ Mifs Elizabeth Evelyn, fince married to Peter Bathurft, efq. The N 24 FUGITIVE PIECES. The fofteft form, the gentleft grace, The fweeteft harmony of face ; Her fnowy limbs and artlefs move Contending with the queen of love, While bafhful beauty fhuns the prize, Which Emily might yield to Evelyn's eyes. EPILOGUE FUGITIVE PIECES, 25 EPILOGUE to TAMERLANE, On the Suppreffion of the Rebellion.. Spoken by Mrs.. Pritchard, in the Character of the Comic Mu.se,, November 4, 1 746. BRITONS, once more in annual joy we meet This genial night in freedom's fav'rite feat : And o'er the * two great empires ftill I reign Of Covent-garden, and of Drury-lane. But ah ! what clouds o'er all our realms impended !. Our ruin artlefs prodigies portended. Chains, real chains, our heroes had in view, And fcenes of mimic dungeons chang'd to true. An equal fate the Stage and Britain dreaded, Had Rome's young miffionary fpark fucceeded. But laws and liberties are trifling treafures ; He threaten'd that grave property, your pleafure.v. For me, an idle mufe, I ne'er diffembled My fears; but e'en my tragic filler trembled. O'er all her fons Ihe caft her mournful eyes, And heav'd her breaft more than dramatic figrhs: a To eyes well-tutor'd in the trade of grief She rais'd a fmall and well-lac'd handkerchief; * The two great empires of the world I know, This of Peru, and that of Mexico. INDIA-N Em.F-F.R03>.:. Vol. I. E Aid 26 FUGITIVE PIECES. And then with decent paufe — and accent broke, Her bulkin'd progeny the dame befpoke: " Ah ! forts, * our dawn is over-caft, and all " Theatric glories nodding; to their fall. " From foreign realms a bloody chief is come, *' Big with the work of ilav'ry and of Rome. *' A general ruin on his fword he wears, " Fatal alike to audience and to play'rs. %i For ah! my fons, what freedom for the ftage, " When bigotry with fenfe mall battle wage ? " When monkifh laureats only wear the bays, u f Inquifitors lord chamberlains of plays? " Plays mail be damn'd that 'fcap'd the critic's rage, *' For pr iefts are ftill worfe tyrants to the ftage. " Cato, receiv'd by audiences fo gracious, *' Shall find ten Ca?iars in one St. Ignatius : " And godlike Brutus here mall meet again " His evil genius in a capuchin. " For herefy the fav'rites of the pit " Mull burn, and excommunicated wit; " And at one ftake we fliall behold expire " My Anna Bullen, and the Spanifh Fryar. " Ev'n J Tamerlane, whofe fainted name appears " Red-letter'd in the calendar of play'rs, " Oft as thefe feftal rites attend the morn " Of liberty reftor'd, and William born — *' But at that name what tranfports flood my eyes ! " What golden vifion's this I fee arife ! " W T hat § youth is he with comelieft conqueft crown'd, 44 His warlike brow with full-blown laurels bound? " What wreaths are thefe that vicl'ry dares to join, " And blend with trophies of my fav'rite Boyne? * The dawn is over-caft, the morning lours, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, 1 he great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome. Cato. | Cibber prefide lord chancellor of plays. Pope. 4 $ Tamerlane is always acted on the 4th and 5th of November, the annivcrfaries of king Wil- liam's birth and landing. § William duke of Cumberland. 44 Oh ! FUGITIVE PIECES 27 M Oh ! if the mufe can happy aught prefage, " Of new deliv'rance to the ftate and ftage ; " If not untaught the c\. afters to fpell " Of all who bravely fight or conquer well ; " * Thou malt be William — like the laft defign'd ** The tyrant's fcourge, and bleffing of mankind ; " Born civil tumult and blind zeal to quell, " That teaches happy fubjecls to rebel. ** Naftau himfelf but half our vows mail mare, u Divide our incenfe and divide our pray'r: ** And oft as Tamerlane mall lend his fame "\ " To madow his, thy rival ftar mall claim V " f Th' ambiguous laurel and the doubtful name." * * Tu Marcellus eris. Virgil. f Conditor Iliados cantabitur, atque Maronis Altifoni dubiam facientia carmina palmam. Jut. THE FUGITIVE PIECES. THE ENTAIL*, A FABLE. IN a fair fummer's radiant morn A butterfly, divinely born, Whofe lineage dated from the mud Of Noah's or Deucalion's flood, Long hov'ring round a perfum'd lawn, By various gufts of odour drawn, At laft eitablim'd his repofe On the rich bofom of a rofe. The palace pleas'd the lordly gueft: What infect own'd a prouder neft ? The dewy leaves luxurious flied Their balmy efTence o'er his head, And with their filken tap'itry fold His limbs enthron'd on central gold. He thinks the thorns embattled round To guard his cattle's lovely mound, And all the bum's wide domain Subfervient to his fancied reign. * This piece was occafioned by the author traits and arms of his anceftors] if he did not being afked [after he had finifhed the little caftle defign to entail it on his family ? at Strawberry-hill and adorned it with the por- Such FUGITIVE PIECES. Such ample bleflings fwclFd the fly ! Yet in his mind's capacious eye He roll'd the change of mortal things, The common fate of flies and kings. With grief he faw how lands and honours Are apt to Aide to various owner-; ; Where Mowbrays dwelt how grocers dwell, And how cits buy what barons fell. " Great Phoebus, patriarch of my line, Avert fuch fhame from fons of thine ! " To them confirm thefe roofs," he faid ; And then he fwore an oath fo dread, The ftouteft wafp that wears a fword, Had trembled to have heard the word ! " If law can rivet down entails, " Thefe manours ne'er fhall pafs to mails. " I fwear" — and then he fmote his ermine — " Thefe tow'rs were never built for vcrmine." A caterpillar grovel'd near, A fubtle flow conveyancer, Who fummon'd, waddles with his quill To draw the haughty infect's will. None but his heirs muft own the fpot, Begotten, or to be begot : Each leaf he binds, each bud he ties To eggs of eggs of butterflies. When lo ! how Fortune loves to teafe Thofe who would diclate her decrees ! A wanton boy was pafling by ; The wanton child beheld the fly, And eager ran to feize the prey ; But, too impetuous in his play, Crufh'd the proud tenant of an hour, And fwept away the mansion-flow'r. 3° FUGITIVE PIECES. EPIGRAM On Admiral VERNON Prefiding over the Herring-Fifhery, mdccl. LONG in the fenate had brave Vernon railM, And all mankind with bitter tongue aflail'd : Sick of his noife, we wearied heav'n with pray'r In his own element to place the tar. The gods at length have yielded to our wifh, And bade him rule o'er Billingfgate and fim, PORTRAIT FUGITIVE PIECES. PORTRAIT O F JOHN EARL GRANVILLE. r, **" Written immediately after his Death in 1763. COMMANDING beauty, fmooth'd by cheerful grace, Sat on each open feature of his face. Bold was his language, rapid, glowing, ftrong ; And fcience flow'd fpontaneous from his tongue. A genius, feizing fyftems, flighting rules ; And void of gall, with boundlefs fcorn of fools. Ambition dealt her flambeau to his hand, And Bacchus fprinkled fuel on the brand. His wifh to counfel monarchs, or controul ; His means — th' impetuous ardour of his foul ; For while his views out-ftrip'd a mortal's fpan, Nor prudence drew, nor craft purfued the plan. Swift fell the fcaffbld of his airy pride, But, (lightly built, difFus'd no ruin wide. Unhurt, undaunted, undifturb'd he fell ; Could laugh the fame, and the fame ftories tell : And more a fage than * he, who bade await His revels, till his conquefrs were complete, Our jovial flatefman either fail unfurl'd, And drank his bottle, tho' he mifs'd the world. * Pyrrhus. PORTRAIT 32 FUGITIVE PIECES. PORTRAIT D E JEAN COM TE de GRANVILLE. Traduit de FAnglois de Monfieur Walfole, Par Monfieur le Colonel Drumgold. LA frauchife, la grace, & l'aimable gayete AdouchToient l'eclat de fa male beaute. Tout s'embrafoit au feu de fa vive eloquence ; Tout cedoit au torrent de fa vafte fcience. Laiflant la regie & Tart aux plats manoeuvriers, D'un coup d'oeil il percoit des fyftemes entiers. Son ame etoit fans fiel ; mais un mepris fupreme Le vengeoit mieux des fots que la vengeance meme. La fiere ambition luy remit fon flambeau, Et Bacchus l'arrofa des feux de fon tonneau. Tout fon but, fi jamais il en eut un, fut d'etre Tour a tour la terreur, ou Fappui, de fon m ait re. Son plan, de n'ecouter que la fougueufe voix Do grand coeur de qui feul il recevoit des loix. Mais tandis que ce plan franchiffoit les limites Qu'aux projets des mortels la nature a prefcrites, La prudence jamais n'en traea le delfein, Et 1' intrigue jamais n'en pourfuivit la fin. De fes projets legers la trop frcle colonne Fendit deifous fes pieds, mais fans blefler perfonne. Sans accident, fans crainte, il tomba tout entier, Et de fa propre chute il rit tout le premier. Plus fage que celuy, qui, trop yvre de gloire, Sufpendit fes plaifirs, pour hater fa vidoire, II vuida fon flaccon, exemt de tout chagrin, A la fante du monde echappe de fa main. VERSE FUGITIVE V E R PIECE S. S E S 33 Prefixed to an Edition printed at Strawberry-Hill in 1764, of the Poems of Anna Chamber Countefs Temple, LONG had been loft enchanting Sappho's lyre, Its graceful warblings, and its tender fire •: No more the guardians of the Aonian well To wanton hands would trull: their facred fhell : When wand'ring thoughtlefs o'er the tuneful hill, When wand'ring thoughtlefs of th' infpiring rill, Chance guided Temple to the fecret made, Where the lhy filters had the mufic laid. Its form unufual caught her curious eye ; She touch'd it, and it murmur'd melody. Acrofs the chords an artlefs fweep me flings ; Airs, vernal airs, return the vocal firings. Again her fingers o'er the lines me throws ; Spontaneous numbers from her touch arofe. Surpris'd fhe hears th r unmeditated lay ; Pleas'd and furpris'd, repeats th' harmonious play. ** Whence flow thefe numbers undefign'd ?" me cries. Thofe numbers are your own :" the lyre replies. *' The feeds of genuine poefy, tho' unknown, By parent Phoebus in your foul were fown : *' Too modefr. to expect the growth you fee, *' To wake them into life you wanted me." Vol. L F THE 34 FUGITIVE PIECES. THE MAGPIE and her BROOD, A FABLE, From the Tales of Bonaventure des Periers, Valet de Chambre to the Queen of Navarre ; Addressed to Mifs * HOTHAM. M D C C L X I V. HOW anxious is the penfive parent's thought I How bleft the fav'rite fondling's early lot ! Joy fixings her hours on pleafure's golden twine, And fancy forms it to an endlefs line. But ah ! the charm muft ceafe or foon or late, When chicks and milTes rife to woman's 'ftate^. The little tyrant grows in turn a flave, And feels the foft anxiety me gave. This truth, my pretty friend, an ancient wit, Who many a jocund tale and legend writ, Couch'd in that age's unaffected guife, When fables were the wifdom of the wife. To carelefs notes I've tun'd his gothic ftyle ; Content, if you approve, and Suffolk fmile. * Henrietta, only daughter of colonel Charles Henrietta countefs dowager of Suffolk, mifs Hotham, by lady Dorothy Hobart, daughter of Hotham, then ten years old, lived at Marble- John earl of Buckinghamlhire, with whofe filter, hill, Twickenham. 3 ONCE FUGITIVE PIECES ONCE on a time a magpie led Her little family from home, To teach them how to earn their bread, When me in queft of a new mate mould roam. She pointed to each worm and fly, That crept on earth or wing'd the Iky, Or where the beetle buzz'd, me call'd. But all her documents were vain ; They would not budge, the urchin train, But caw'd, and cry'd, and fquall'd. They wanted to be back at neft, Clole nuzzled to mamma's warm breaft ; And thought that lhe, poor foul ! muft fweat Day after day to find them meat : But Madge knew better things. My loves, faid flie, behold the plains, Where ftore of food and plenty reigns ! I was not half fo big as you, When me my honoured mother drew Forth to the groves and fprings. She flew away ; God reft her fprite ! Tho' I could neither read nor write, I made a mift to live. So muft you too : come, hop away : Get what you can ; fteal what you may . Th' induftrious always thrive. Lord blefs us ! cried the peevifti chits, Can babes like us live by their wits ? With perils compafs'd round, can we Preferve our lives or liberty ? How mall we 'fcape the fowler's fnare, Or gard'ner's tube erecl in air ? If we but pilfer plums or nut*, The leaden ball will pierce our guts : And then, mamma, your tender heart will bleed To fee your little pies lie dead. Fa FUGITIVE PIECES, My dears, faid me, and bufs'd their callow bills, The wife by forelight intercept their ills : .And you of no dull lineage came. To fire a gun it takes fome time ; The man mult load, the man muft prime, And after that, take aim. He lifts his piece, he winks his eye ; 'Twill then be time enough to fly : You out of reach may laugh and chatter ; To bilk a man is no great matter. Aye ! but — But what ? — Why, if the clown Should reach a ftone to knock us down — Why, if he does, ye brats, Muft not he ftoop to reach the ftone ? His pofture warns you to be gone : Birds are not kill'd like cats. Still, good mamma, our cafe is hard : The rogue, you know, may come prepar'd, A huge ftone in his fift ! Indeed ! my youngfters, Madge replies, If you already are fo wife, Go cater where you lift,. THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER A TRAGEDY. Sit mihi fas audita loqui ! Virgil, PERSON COUNTESS of Narbonne, Count EDMUND, her Son. FLORIAN, his Friend. ADELIZA, an Orphan. BENEDICT, 1 C Friars. MARTIN, ] PETER, Porter of the Cattle. MARIA, 1 > Damfels attending the Countefs* Mutes. ELINOR,] Chorus of Orphans. Chorus of Friars. The Scene lies at the Cajlle of Narbonne ; partly on a Platform before the ■Gate, partly in a Garden within tlie Walls* THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: A TRAGEDY. ACT the FIRST. S C E N E I. A Platform before the Cajlle. FLORIAN. WHAT awful filence! How thefe antique towers And vacant courts chill the fufpended foul, Till expectation wears the call: of fear; And fear, half-ready to become devotion, Mumbles a kind of mental orifon, It knows not wherefore. What a kind of bein£ Is circumftance ! I am a foldier ; and were yonder battlements Garnifh'd with combatants, and cannon-mounted, My daring breaft would bound with exultation, And glorious hopes enliven this drear fcene. Now dare not I fcarce tread to my own hearing, Left echo borrow fuperftition's tongue, And feem to anfwer me, like one departed. I met 4 o THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: 1 met a peafant, and enquir'd my way : The -carle, not rude -of fpeech, but like the tenant Of lome night-haunted ruin, bore an afpedr. Of horror, worn to habitude. He bade God blefs me ; and pafs'd on. I urg'd him farther : Good matter, cried he, go not to the cattle ; There forrow ever dwells and moping mifery. I prefs'd him yet — None there, {aid he, are welcome, But now and then a mafs-prieft, and the poor ; To whom the pious Countefs deals her alms, On covenant, that each revolving night They beg of heav'n the health of her fon's foul And of her own : but often as returns The twentieth of September, they are bound Faft from the midnight watch to pray till morn. — More would he not difclofe, or knew not more. - — What precious mummery! Her fon in exile, She wattes on monks and beggars his inheritance, For his foul's health ! I never knew a woman But lov'd our bodies or our fouls too well. Each matter whim maintains its hour of empire ; And obftinately faithful to its dictates, With equal ardour, equal importunity, They teafe us to be damned or to be fav'd. J hate to love or pray too long. SCENE II. PORTER of the Caftle, FLORIAN. PORTER. Methought I heard a frranger's voice — What lack you, fir? FLORIAN. Good fellow, who inhabits here ? PORTER. A TRAGEDY. 41 PORTER. I do. F L O R I A N. Belike this cattle is not thine. PORTER. Belike fo : But be it whofe it may, this is no haunt For revellers and gallants — Pafs your way. F L O R I A N. Thou churl ! Is this your Gallic hofpitality ? Thy lady, on my life, would not thus rudely Chide from her prefence a bewilder' d knight. PORTER. Thou know'lr. my lady then? — Thou know'ir. her not. Canft thou in hair-cloths vex thofe dainty limbs? Camt thou, on reeking pavements and cold marble, In meditation pafs the livelong night ? Canft mortify that flem, my rofy minion, And bid thy rebel appetite refrain From goblets foaming wine, and coftly viands ? Thefe are the deeds, my youngfter, mufr. draw down My lady's ever-heav'n-direcled eve. F L O R I A N. In iooth, good friend, my knighthood is not fchool'd In voluntary rigours — I can fail:, March fupperlefs, and make cold earth mv pillow, When my companions know no choicer fare; But Icldom rooft in churches, or reject The ready banquet, or a willing fair one. Vol. I, G PORTER, 42 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER PORTER. Angels defend us ! what a reprobate ! Yon mould'ring porch for fixteen years and more Has not been ftruck with fuch unhallow'd founds. Hence to thy lewd companions ! F L O R I A N. Father greybeard, I cry you mercy ; nor wast my intention To wound your reverence's faint-like organs. But come, thou haft known other days — canft tell Of banquetings and dancings — 'Twas not always thus, PORTER. No, no — time was — my lord, the count of Narbonne, A profp'rous gentleman, were he alive, We mould not know thefe moping melancholies. Heav'n reft his foul ! I marvel not my lady Cherifhes his remembrance, for he was Comely to fight, and wondrous goodly built. They fay his fon count Edmund's mainly like him*. Would thefe old arms, that ferv'd his grandfather^ Could once enfold him ! I fhould part in peace.- F L O R I A N. What, if I bring thee tidings of count Edmund ? PORTER. Mercy befall me ! — now my dream is out. Laft night the raven croak'd, and from the bars Of our lodge-fire flitted a meffenger — I knew no good would follow — Bring you ill tidings,. Sir gentleman ? F L O R I A N. (This is a folemn fool, Or folemn knave) — Shouldft thou indeed rejoice 5 A TRAGEDY. 43 To fee count Edmund ? Would thy noble miftrefs Spring with a mother's joy to clafp her Ton ? PORTER. Oh! no, no, no. — He mull not here — alas! He rauft not here fet foot — But tell me, flranger, I prithee fay, does my old mailer's heir Still breathe this vital air? Is he in France? Is he within fome ten, or twenty leagues, Or fifty ? I am hearty yet, have all my limbs, And I would make a weary pilgrimage To kifs his gracious hand, and at his feet Lay my old bones — for here I ne'er muft fee him. [Weejis. F L O R I A N. Thou good old man, forgive a foldier's mirth. But fay, why Narbonne's heir from Narbonne's lands Is banifh'd, driven by a ruthlefs mother ? PORTER. Ah! fir, 'tis hard indeed — but fpare his mother; Such virtue never dwelt in female form. Count Edmund — but he was indeed a ftripling, A very lad — it was the trick of youth, And we have all our fins, or we have had ; Yet Hill no pardon — Think'ft thou not my lord, My late kind mailer, ere he knew my lady, Will: not what woman was? — I warrant him — But fo — count Edmund being not lixteen, A lufty youth, his father's very image — Oh ! he has play'd me many a trick — Good fir, Does my young mailer ever name old Peter ? Well ! — but I prate — you mull forgive my age ; I come to th' point — Her name was Beatrice ; A roguilh eye— fhe ne'er would look on me, -Or we had fav'd full many a woeful day ! Mark you me well? G2 FLORIAN. 44 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: F L O R I A N. , I do. PORTER. This Beatrice — But hark! my lady comes — Retire a while Beyond thofe yews — anon I'll tell you more. F L O R I A N. May I not greet her r P O R T E R. For my office, no : 'Twere forfeit of my badge to hold a parley With one of near thy years. [Florian withdraw?. [The Countess, in weeds, with a crucifix in her hand, ijfues from the cajile, accompanied by two maidens, and Jiajfes over the Jiage. When Jlie is gone Florian returns.] 'Tis ever thus. At break of morn lhe hies to yonder abbey, And, proftrate o'er fome monumental flone, Seems more to wait her doom, than aik to fhun it. The day is pafs'd in minift'ring to wants Of health or means ; the clofmg eve beholds New tears, new pray'rs, or haggard meditation. But if cold moonfliine, deep'ning every frown Of thefe impending towers, invite her fteps, She hTues forth. — Befhrevv me, but I tremble, When my own keys difcharge the drawbridge chains 3 And rattle thro' the cattle's farmoft vaults. Then have I feen this fad, this fober mourner^ With frantic gefture and diforder'd ftep — But hum — who moves up yonder avenue ? It is — no — ftay — i'faith ! but it is he, My lady's confeflbr, with friar Martin — 6 Quick A TRAGEDY. 45 Quick hie thee hence — Should that fame meddling monk Obfervc our conf'rence, there were fine work toward, F I/O R I A N. You will not leave your tale unfinimcd ? PORTER. Mafs ! but I will — A tale will pay no ftipend. Thefe fifty winters have I borne this ftafF, And will not lofe my porridge for my prating. FLORIA N. Well ! but count Edmund — wo't not hear of him ? PORTER. Aye, blefs his name ! at any leifure hour. This ev'ning, ere the ihutting of the gates, Loiter about yon grange ; I'll come to thee. So now, begone—away. SCENE HI. BENEDICT, MARTIN. BENEDICT. Ay ! fift her, fift her — As if I had not prob'd her very foul, And wound me round her heart — I tell thee, brother, This woman was not caft in human mould. Ten fuch would foil a council, would unbuild Our Roman church — In her devotion's real. Our beads, our hymns, our faints, amufe her not : Nay, not confeffion, not repeating o'er Her darling fins, has any charms for her. I have mark'd her pravincr ; not one wand'rino; thought Seems to freal meaning from her words. — She prays Becaufe fihe feels, and feels, becaufe a finner. MARTIN, [Exeunt fever ally. 4 6 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER MARTIN. What is this fecret lin ; this untold tale, That art cannot extract, nor penance clean fc ? Lofs of a hufband, iixteen years enjoy'd, And dead as many, could not ftamp fuch farrow. Nor could (he be his death's artificer, And now affect to weep it 1 have heard, That chafing, as he homeward rode, a flag, Chaf'd by the hounds, with ludden onfet flew Th' adventurous count. BENEDICT. 'Twas lo ; and yet, my brother, My mind has more than once imputed blood To this inceffant mourner. Beatrice, The damfel for whofe lake me holds in exile Her only fon, has never, fince the night Of his incontinence, been feen or heard of. MARTIN. 'Tis clear, 'tis clear ; nor will her prudent tongue Accufe its owner. BENEDICT. Judge not raihly, brother. I oft have fhifted my difcourfe to murder : She notes it not. Her mufcles hold their place, Nor difcompos'd, nor firm'd to fteadinefs. No fudden fluming, and no falt'ring lip : Nor, tho' me pities, lifts me to her eyes Her handkerchief, to palliate her diforder. There the wound rankles not. — I fix'd on love, The failure of the fex, and apteft caufe Of each attendant crime — MARTIN. Ay, brother, there We matter all their craft. Touch but that firing— BENEDICT. A TRAGEDY. BENEDICT. Still, brother, do you err. She own'd to me, That, tho' of nature warm, the paffion love Did ne'er anticipate her choice. The count, Her hufband, fo ador'd and fo lamented, Won not her fancy, till the nuptial rites Had with the fting of pleafure taught her parTion. This, with fuch modeft truth, and that truth heighten'd By confeious fenfe, that holds deceit a weaknefs, She utter'd, I would pawn my order's credit On her veracity. MARTIN. Then whither turn To worm her fee ret out ? BENEDICT. I know not that. She will be filent, but me fcorns a falfehood. And thus while frank on all things, but her fecret, I know, I know it not. MARTIN. Till me difclofe it, Deny her abfolution, BENEDICT. She will take none OfFer'd, me feoffs it ; and, withheld, demands not : Nay, vows fhe will not load her finking foul With incantations. MARTIN. This is herefy ; Rank herefy ; and holy church mould note it. BENEDICT. Be patient, brother — Tho' of adamant Her reafon, charity difTolves that rock, — And furely we have tafted of the ftream, THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: Nay, one unguarded moment may difclofe This myftic tale — Then, brother, what a harveft, When mafters of her bofom-guilt ! — Age too May numb her faculties. — Or foon, or late, A praying woman muft become our ipoil. MARTIN. Her zeal may falter. BENEDICT. Not in folitude. I nurfe her in new horrors ; form her tenants To fancy vifions, phantoms-; and report them. She mocks their fond credulity — but trufr. me, Her memory retains the colouring. Oft times it paints her dreams ; and ebon night Is no logician. I have known her call For lights, ere ihe could combat its imprefiions. I too, tho' often fcorn'd, relate my dreams, And wondrous voices heard ; that fhe may think me At leaft an honeft bigot ; nor remember I tried to pra£Hfe on her fears, and foil'd Give o'er my purpofe. MARTIN. This is mafterly. BENEDICT. Poor maftery ! when I am more in awe Of my own penitent, than fhe of me. My genius is command ; art, but a tool My groveling fortune forces me to ufe. Oh ! were I feated high as my ambition, I'd place this naked foot on necks of monarchs, And make them bow to creeds myfelf would laugh at *. * Alluding to Sixtus quintus. MARTIN. A TRAGEDY. 49 MARTIN. By humbler arts our mighty fabric rofe. Win pow'r by craft ; wear it with oftentation ; For confidence is half-fecurity. Deluded men think boldnefs, confcious ftrength ; And grow the Haves of their own want of doubt. Gain to the holy fee this fair domain ; A crimfon bonnet may reward your toils, And the rich harvest prove at lafl your own. BENEDICT. Never, while Edmund lives. This fteady woman Can ne'er be pious with fo many virtues. Juftice is interwoven in her frame ; Nor will fhe wrong the fon me will not fee. She loves him not ; yet miftrefs of his fortunes, His ample exhibition fpeaks her bounty. She deftines him whate'er his father's love Gave blindly to her will. Her alms, her charities, Ulurp'd from her own wants, fhe fets apart A fcanty portion only for her ward, Young Adeliza. MARTIN. Say her fon were dead, And Adeliza veil'd — BENEDICT. I prefs the latter With fruitlefs ardour. Often as I urge it, She pleads the maiden's flufhing cheek, and nature, That fpeaks in characters of glowing rofe Its modeft appetites and timid wifhes. Her fex, me fays, when gratified, are frail ; When check'd, a hurricane of boundlefs paffions. Then, with fweet irony and lad, fhe wills me Alk my own breaft, if cowls and fcapularies Are charms all powerful to fubdue deli re? Voi.L H MARTIN. 5 o THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: MARTIN. 'Twere wifer fchool the maiden : lead the train Of young ideas to a fancied object. A mental fpoufe may fill her hov'ring thoughts, And bar their fixing on fome earthly lover. BENEDICT. This is already done — but Edmund's death Were hopes more lolid — MARTIN. Firft report him dead : His letters intercepted — BENEDICT. Greatly thought, Thou true fon of the church! — And lo ! where comes Our patronefs — Leave me ; I will not lofe An inftant. I will found her inmoft. foul, And mould it to the moment of projection. [Exit Martin* [Benedict retires within the cajlle, SCENE IV. COUNTESS, Two Maidens. COUNTESS. Hafte thee, Maria, to the weftern tower, And learn if th' aged pilgrim dozes yet. . You, Elinor, attend my little orphans, And when their talk is done, prepare their breakfaft. But fcant th' allowance of the red-hair'd urchin, That maim'd the poor man's cur — Ah! happy me! [The damfels go in. If fentiment, untutor'd by affliction, Had taught my temperate blood to feel for others, Ere pity, perching on my mangled bofom, 6 Like « A TRAGEDY. Like flies on wounded flefh, had made me fhrink More with compunction than with fympathy ! Alas ! muft guilt then ground our very virtues ? Grow they on fin alone, and not on grace ? While Narbonne liv'd, my fully -fated loul Thought none unhappy — for it did not think ! In pleafures roll'd whole fummer funs away; And if a penfive vifage crofs'd my path, I deem'd the wearer envious or ill-natur'd. What anguifh had I bleffedly redrefs'd, But that I was too blcfs'd ! — Well ! peace is fled, Ne'er to return ! nor dare I fnap the thread Of life, while mifery may want a friend. Defpair and hell muft wait, while pity needs My miniftry— Eternity has fcope Enough to punifli me, tho' I mould borrow A few (hort hours to facrifice to charity. SCENE V. BENEDICT, COUNTESS. BENEDICT. I fought you, lady. COUNTESS. Happily I'm found. Who needs the widow's mite ? BENEDICT. None alk your aid. Your gracious forefight ftill prevents occafion : And your poor beadfman joys to meet your prefence, I'ncumber'd with a fuit. It pains my foul, Oft as I tax your bounty, left I feem A craving or immodeft almoner. COUNTESS, <2 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER COUNTESS. No more of this, good father. I fufpecl: not One of your holy order of difTembling : Siifpect not me of loving flattery. Pals a few years, and I fhall be a corple — Will flattery then new clothe my fkeleton, Fill out thefe hollow jaws ? Will't give me virtues I Or at the folemu audit pafs for truth, And varnifh o'er my ftains ? BENEDICT. The church could feal Your pardon — but you fcorn it. In your pride Confifts your danger. Yours are Pagan virtues : As fuch I praife them — but as fuch condemn them. COUNTESS. Father, my crimes are Pagan ; my belief Too orthodox to truir. to erring man. What ! fhall I, foul with guilt, and felf-condemn'd,. Prefume to kneel, where angels kneel appal'd, And plead a prierVs certificate for pardon ? While he, perchance, before my blafted eyes Shall fink to woes, endlefs, unutterable, For having fool'd me into that prefumption. BENEDICT. Is he to blame, trufting to what he grants ? COUNTESS. Am I to blame, not trufting what he grants? BENEDICT. Yet faith — COUNTESS. I have it not — Why fhakes my foul A TRAGEDY. 53 With nightly terrors? Courage fuch as mine Would ftart at nought but guilt. 'Tis from within I tremble. Death would be felicity, Were there no retrofpecl. What joys have I? What pleafure foftcns, or what friendfhip foothes My aching bofom? — I tave loft my hufband: My own decree has banifh'd my own fon. BENEDICT. Laft night I dreamt your fon was with the blefled.. COUNT E S S. Would heav'n he were I BENEDICT. Do you then wifh his death? COUNTESS. Should I not wlfli him bleft ? BENEDICT. Belike he is : I never knew my Friday's dreams erroneous. COUNTESS. Nor I knew fuperftition in the right. BENEDICT. Madam, I muffc no longer hear this language* You do abufe my patience. I have borne, For your foul's health, and hoping your converfion, Opinions moft deprav'd. It ill befeems My holy function to give countenance, By lending ear, to fuch pernicious tenets. The judgments hanging o'er your deftin'd head May reach ev'n me. — I fee it ! I am rapt Beyond my bearing! My prophetic foul Views the red falchion of eternal juftice Cut off your fentenc'd race — Your fon is deadf COUNTESS. 54 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: COUNTESS. Father, we no prophetic daemon bear Within our breaft, but confcience. That has fpokeu Words more tremendous than this acted zeal, This poetry of fond enthufiafm Can conjure up. It is the {till fmall voice That breathes conviction. 'Tis that voice has told me, 'Twas my fon's birth, not his mortality*, Muft drown my foul in woe. — Thofe tears are med. BENEDICT. Unjuft, uncharitable as your words, I pardon them. Illy of me you deem ; I know it, lady. 'Tis humiliation: . As fuch I bow to it — yet dear I tender Your peace of mind. Difmifs your worthlefs fervant: His pray'rs fhall ftill be yours. COUNTESS. Forgive me, father: Difcretion does not guide my words. I meant No infult on your holy character. BENEDICT. No, lady ; choofe fome other monitor, Whofe virtues may command your eftimation. Your ufelefs beadfman mall behold with joy A worthier man mediate your peace with heav'n. COUNTESS. Alas ! till reconcil'd with my own breaft, What peace is there for me? * On the death of the comte de Vermandois, Muft I weep for his death before I have done Siis mother, the duchefs de la Valiere faid, weeping for his birth ? BENEDICT. A TRAGEDY. 55 BENEDICT. In th' neighboring diftricl: There lives a holy man, whofe fanclity Is mark'd with wondrous gifts. Grace fmiles upon him : Conversion tracks his footfteps : miracles Spring from his touch : his facred cafuiflry Pours balm into dcfpair. Confult with him. Unfold th' impenetrable myftery, That fets your foul and you at endlefs difcord. COUNTESS. Confult a holy man ! Inquire of him ! — Good father, wherefore? What mould I inquire*? Mull I be taught of him, that guilt is woe ? That innocence alone is happinefs ? That martyrdom itielf lhall leave the villain The villain that it found him? Mull I learn That minutes ftamp'd with crimes are pair, recall ? That joys are momentary ; and remorfe Eternal ? Shall he teach me charms and fpells, To make my fenfe believe againft my fenfe ? Shall I think practices and penances Will, if he fay fo, give the health of virtue To gnawing felf-reproach ? — I know they cannot- Nor could one rifen from the dead proclaim This truth in deeper founds to my conviction. We want no preacher to diflinguifh vice From virtue. At our birth the god reveal'd All conicience needs to know. No codicil To duty's rubric here and there was plac'd In fome faint's cafual cuftody. Weak minds Want their foul's fortune told by oracles * Imitated from Cato's fpeech in Lucan,, beginning, Quid quseri, Labiene, jubes ? And ■i 56 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: And holy jugglers. Me, nor oracles, Nor prophets, death alone can certify, Whether, when juftice's full due's exacled, Mercy mall grant one drop to flake my torment. - — Here, father, break we off ; you to your calling ; I to my tears and mournful occupation. [Exeunt. End of the firji A C T A TRAGEDY. ACT the SECOND. The SCENE continues. Count EDMUND, FLORIAN. EDMUND. DOUBT not, my friend ; Time's pencil, hardlliips, war. Some tafte of pleafure too, have chas'd the bloom Of ruddy comelinefs, and ftamp'd this face With harmer lineaments, that well may mock The prying of a mother's eye ; — a mother, Thro' whofe firm nerves tumultuous inftinct's flood Ne'er gufh'd with eager eloquence, to tell her, This is your fon! your heart's own voice proclaims him. FLORIAN. If not her love, my lord, fufpeel her hatred. Thofe jarring paflions fpring from the fame fource: Hate is diftemper'd lore. EDMUND. Why mould me hate mc ? For that my opening paffion's fwelling ardour Prompted congenial neceffary joy, Was that a caufe ? — Nor was me then fo rigid. No fan&ified diffembler had pofTefs'd Her fcar'd imagination, teaching her, That holinefs begins where nature ends. No, Florian, me herfelf was woman then ; A fenfual woman. Nor fatiety, Sicknefs and age and virtue's frowardnefs, Had fo obliterated pleafure's reliih — She might have pardon' d what (he felt fo well. Vol. I. I FLORIAN. < 5 8 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: FLORIAN. Forgive me, Edmund ; nay, nor think I preach, If I, God wot, of morals loofe enough, Seem to condemn you. You have often told me, The night, the very night that to your arms Gave pretty Beatrice's melting beauties, Was the fame night on which your father died. EDMUND. 'Tis true — And thou, fage monitor, doft thou Hold love a crime fo irremiffible ? Wouldft thou have turn'd thee from a willing girl,. To ling a requiem to thy father's foul ? I thought my mother bufied with her tears, Her faintings, and her mafTes, while I ftole To Beatrice's chamber. — How my mother Became appriz'd, I know not : but her heart, Never too partial to me, grew eftrang'd. Eftrang'd! — Averfion in its felleft mood Scowl'd from her eye, and drove me -from her fight* She call'd me impious; nam'd my honefr. lewdnefs, A prophanation of my father's afhes. I knelt and wept, and, like a puling boy, For now my blood was cool, believ'd, confefs'd My father's hov'ring fpirit incens'd againft me. This weak confeffion but inflam'd her wrath ; And when I would have bath'd her hand with tears, She fnatch'd it back with horror. FLORIAN. 'Twas the trick Of over-a&ed for row. Grief fatigues ; And each collateral circumftance is feiz'd To cheat th' uneafy feeling. Sable chambers, The winking lamp, and pomp of midnight woe. Are but a ipecious theatre, on which A TRAGEDY. TV inconftant mind with decency forgets Its inward tribute. Who can doubt the love Which to a father's made devotes the fon? EDMUND. Still muft I doubt; ftill deem fome myftery, Beyond a widow's pious artifice, Lies hid beneath averfion fo relentlefs. All my inheritance, my lordfhips, caflles, My father's lavifh love bequeath'd my mother. Chofe me fome fecond partner of her bed, Or did me wafte her wealth on begging faints, And rogues that acl contrition, it were proof Of her hypocrily, or luft of fame In monkifh annals. But to me her hand Is bounteous, as her heart is cold. I tell thee, Bating enjoyment of my native foil, Narbonne's revenues are as fully mine, As if I held them by the ftrength of charters. F L O R I A N. Why fet them on the hazard then, when me Who deals them may revoke ? Your abfence hence The fole condition. EDMUND. I am weary, Florian, Of fuch a vagrant life. Befits it me, Sprung from a race of heroes, Narbonne's prince, To lend my cafual arm's approved valour To quarrels, nor my country's nor my own? To ftain my fword with random blood ? — I fought At Buda 'gainft the Turk — a holy war, So was it deem'd — I fmote the turban'd race: Did zeal, or did ambition nerve my blow ? Or matter'd it to me, on Buda's domes Whether the crefcent or the crofs prevail'd ? Mean time on alien climes I diffipated I 2 6o THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER : Wealth from my fubjecls wrung, the peafant's tribute, Earn'd by his toil. Mean time in ruin laid My mould'ring caftles — Yes, ye mofs-grown walls ! Ye tow'rs defencelefs ! — I revifit ye Shame-ftricken. — Where are all your trophies now ? Your thronged courts, the revelry, the tumult, That fpoke the grandeur of my houfe, the homage Of neighb'ring barons? Thus did Thibalt, Raoul, Or Clodomir, my brave progenitors, Creep like a fpy, and watch to thrid your gates Unnotic'd? No; with martial attributes, With waving banners and enlivening fifes, They bade your portal wide unfold its jaws,. And welcome them and triumph. FLORIAN. True, my lord : They reign'd the monarchs of a fcore of miles ; Imperial lords of ev'ry trembling cottage Within their cannon's mandate. Deadly feuds For obfolete offences, now array 'd Their livery'd banditti, prompt to deal On open valleys and unguarded herds, On helplefs virgins and unweapon'd boors, The vengeance of their tribe. Sometimes they dar'd To fcowl defiance to the diftant throne, Imprifon'd, canton'd inacceffibly In their own rock-built dungeons — Are thefe glories My Edmund's foul ambitions to revive ? Thus would he blefs his vaffals ? EDMUND. Thy reproof, My friend, is juft. But had I not a caufe, A tender caufe, that prompted my return ? This cruel parent, whom I blame, and mourn, Whofe harfhnefs I refent > whofe. woes I pity, Has A TRAGEDY. Has won my love, by winning my refpecl. Her letters ! Florian ; fueh unftudied drains Of virtuous eloquence ! She bids me, yes, This praying Magdalen enjoins my courage To emulate my great forefather's deeds ; Tells me, that lhame and guilt alone are mortal ; That death but bars the poffibility Of frailty, and embalms untainted honour. Then blots and tears efface fome half-told woe Lab'ring in her full bofom. I decypher'd In one her blefTing granted, and eras'd. And yet what follow'd, mark'd anxiety For my foul's welfare. 1 mufl know this riddle. I mull, will comfort her. She cannot furely, After fuch perils, wounds by her command Encounter'd, after fixteen exil'd years Spurn me, when kneeling — Think'ft thou 'tis poffible FLORIAN. I would not think it ; but a hoft of priefts Surround her. They, good men, are feldom found To plead the caufe of pity. Self-denial, Whofe diflbnance from nature's kindeft laws By contradicting wins on our perverfenefs, Is rank fanaticifm's belov'd machine. Oh ! 'twill be heroifm, a facrifice, To curb the torrent of maternal fondnefs ! You (hall be beggar'd, that the faint your mother May, by cowl'd fycophants and canting jugglers, Be hail'd, be canoniz'd a new Tereia. Pray be not feen here : let's again to th' wars,. E D M U N D. No, Florian : my dull'd foul is fick of riot ; Sick of the thoughtlefs jollity of camps, Where revelry fiabfifts on defolauon, And fliouts of joy contend with dying groans* . 62 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: Our fports are fleeting ; fnatch'd, perhaps, not granted. 'Tis time to bid adieu to vagrant pleafure, And fix the wanderer love. Domeitic blifs — F L O R I A N. Yes, your fair penfioner, young Adeliza, Has fober'd your inconftancy. Her lmiles Were exquifite — to rule a family ! \lronicaUy- So matron-like an air — She muft be fruitful. EDMUND. Pafs we this levity — 'Tis true, the maiden Is beauty's type renew'd. Like blooming Eve In nature's young limplicity, and blufhing With wonder at creation's opening glow, She charms, unknowing what it is to charm. F L O R I A N. This is a lover's language — Is (he kind ? EDMUND. Cold as the metal bars that part her from me ; She liftens, but replies not to my purpofe. FLO RIA N. How gain'd you then admittance ? EDMUND. This whole month, While waiting your arrival, I have haunted Her convent's parlour. 'Tis my mother's wifh To match her nobly. Hence her guardian abbefs Admits fiich vifitors as claim her notice By worthy bearing, and convenient Iplendor. O Florian, union with that favour'd maiden Might reconcile my mother — Hark ! what found-— \_A chapel bell rings* FLORIAN. A TRAGEDY 63 FLORIAN. A fummons to fome office of devotion. My lord, weigh well what you project — [Singing within. EDMUND. I hear Voices that feem approaching — Hufh ! they fing. Liften ! FLORIAN. No ; let us hence : you will be known. EDMUND. They cannot know me — See ! SCENE II. FLORIAN, EDMUND, MARTIN, Orphans. [A procejjion of children of both fexes, neatly clothed in a white and blue uniform, ijfue from the caflle, followed by friar Martin, and advance towards the Jlage door. They fop, and the children repeat the following hymn, part of which they Jliould have fung within the cajlle.\ I. Throne of juftice ! lo ! we bend. Thither dare our hopes afcend, Where feraphs, wrapt in light ning rays, Diffolve in mercy's tender blaze ? II. Hear us ! harmlefs orphans hear ! For her who dries our falling tear. Hum her forrows ; calm her breafr. : Give her, what me gives us, reft. III. Guard 6 4 THE MYSTERIOUS MOTHER: HI. Guard our fpotlefs fouls from fin !