VII.

NIGHT wraps all Nature in her pitchy Robe; Fame fays, the yawning Graves gave up their

Dead.

Forth iffue Spectres o'er th' astonish'd Globe, Indians, who by Spain's cruel Av'rice bled, These with dire Goblins in the wild Uproar

Combin'd, the crafhing Elements confound, Shake the curs'd Land, yet red with guiltlefs Gore, (Sound; And mix loud Yellings with the Whirlwind's Dreadful Avengers! And with fell Delight Their proud Oppreffors whelm in Gulphs of endless Night.

VIII.

EARTH, by contending Min'rals inly torn, Yawns wide; Part fink into her Bowels drear Ingulft; Part upwards, by Explofion borne, Are hurl'd aloft through the tormented Air, Then Piece-meal fall. Old Chaos feems again Returning, Earth and Ocean lie confus'd; Rich Works of Art float on the distant Main, And scatter'd Ships on Mid-land Rocks are bruis'd.

Their Cloud-top'd Brows th' eternal Andes bend To boiling Ocean's Brim; and Seas to Heav'n afcend.

IX.

THE Tumult ceas'd; the Sky became ferene : Earth long convuls'd to firm Repose return'd. Mendoza view'd unhurt the dreadful Scene, And only for his lov'd Cornelia mourn'd:

"Now

"Now art thou loft indeed, unhappy Fair, "For ever loft, ah perifh'd in thy Bloom! "Yet I furvive.-Ye Pow'rs, why did ye spare "A hated Life? Your cruel Gift refume. "Earth gape once more, O fnatch me, swallow, rend,

"And with her mangled Reliques mine, fad Solace, blend !"

X.

THUS wail'd he, ftooping o'er the Veffel's Side: When, floating on the Surge that fretful fwell'd,

A Female dight in gay Attire he fpy'd,

Borne on an Olive Tree, fhe clafping held. Compaffion fill'd his Breaft; he flew, he feiz'd, And from the Wave the languid Burthen rear'd,

Yet breathing: Eager on her Face he gaz'd, That lovely in the midft of Death appear'd. O Extafy! O Transport! heav'nly Face! Cornelia panting ftill, and warm, thine Arms

embrace.

XI.

RECALL'D by his Embrace, Life creeps anew Thro' the chill Veins, and shoots a feeble Ray, With gradual Progress lights each kindling Hue; Laft op'ning her bright Eyesconfirms it'sSway. As one condemn'd to die, who kneeling low Awaits th' uplifted Steel, fhould Mercy come With fudden Pardon and arreft the Blow,

Yet pants and trembles, in Amazement dumb; Like Paffions in thy Breast, Mendozà, roll; Doubt, Wonder, conqu'ring Joys at length poffefs thy Soul. XII.

XII.

"And doft thou live? Mysterious Heav'n! I bow,

"In Adoration of thy high Beheft;

Juft are thyWays: Forlorn and loft but now, "How haft thou made me beyond Utt'rance bleft?

"O let me clafp thee ever thus, my Bride, "Since Parents now no more our Loves

confine,

"In fafer Realms let the dear Knot be ty'd, "Heav'n, by preferving thus, decrees thee

mine.

"Yet raise those Eyes, yet liften, fix my Fate:"She hears; that Smile confents :-Enough: My Joy's complete.

XIII.

"YET happy, thus poffefs'd of Life and you, "Pardon this Drop ;-'tis Duty's, Pity's

Tear;

"This Tribute's to a fallen Country due: "This to thy Parent honour'd tho' fevere. "And thou dear Relique of a World destroy'd, "Welcome to Life, to Health, to Bliss. Still glide

Thy Hours, thus Heav'n-preserv'd, in Love

employ'd;

(guide, "And ye, whom worldly Views too oft mif"Read in this Day's Event Heav'n's Will made

known,

"Parents join Hearts, not Wealth; to Merit Gold poftpone."

XIV.

THRICE happy Pair! Recorded in this Lay Your Tale, (if to thefe Lays fuch Pow'r be giv'n,)

Shall to late times this Leffon fage convey, "Virtue and Truth are ay the Care of Heav'n." And thou bleft Youth, while fmooth the Skies and Main

Haste with thy charming Prize to native Soil. Not so triumphant to Imperial Spain

Return'd Columbus from Herculean Toil, With Sails o'er wond'ring Ocean first unfurl'd, Lefs wealthy in the Spoils of a new-conquer'd World.

LECTURE the Thirteenth.

Concerning ORNAMENT.

O what was faid in my last Lecture concerning Clearnefs, this Remark should be added; that however neceffary, yet it may be ftudied too much. One of our greatest Philofophers, in order to be very intelligible, hath incurred the Cenfure of Prolixity [a]. This Care, for the fame Reason that Brevity gives Strength, enfeebles Difcourfe, renders it flat and languid. In pursuing it beyond a certain Point you facrifice to it all the Graces of Writing; and befide make an ill compliment to your Hearer; of whofe Sagacity this Exactness, Superftition let me call it of Clearness, implieth Diftruft: We wish that fomewhat fhould be left to our own Understanding to supply; enough to employ, yet not to puzzle.

AN Orator therefore will aim at something farther; will, as I faid before, to Purity and Perfpicuity add ORNAMENT; in which is placed, if not the Usefulness, at least the chief Splendour of Eloquence. This it is, which gives to Difcourfe, Magnificence, Sweetness, Beauty;

[4] Mr. Lock.