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Nodding o'er the yellow plain, comes jovial on,
Crowp'd with the sickle and the wheaten sbeaf.

The prudent will observe, what passions reign In various plants (for not to man alone, But all the wide creation, Nature gave Love, and aversion) : everlasting hate The Vine to Ivy bears, nor less abhors The Colewort's rankness; but with amorous twine Clasps the tall Elm : the Pæstan Rose unfolds Her bud, more lovely, near the fetid Leek (Crest of stout Britons), and enhances thence The price of her celestial scent: the Gourd, [And thirsty Cucumer, when they perceive The approaching Olive, with resentment fly Her fatty fibres, and with tendrils creep Diverse, detesting contact; whilst the Fig Contemns not Rue, nor Sage's humble leaf, Close neighbouring : the Herefordian · plant Caresses freely the contiguous Peach, Hazel, and weight-resisting Palm, and likes T'approach the Quince, and the Elder's pithy stem; Uneasy, seated by funereal Yeugh, Or Walnut (whose malignant touch impairs All generous fruits), or near the bitter dews Of Cherries. Therefore weigh their habits well.-Philips.

He hangs in shades the Orange bright,
Like golden lamps in a green night;
And does in the Pomegranates close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows.
He makes the Figs our mouths to meet,
And throws the Melons at our feet.
But Apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.--Bermudas.

Under the Protection of Vulcan.

Is Veneris est adversarius. ---Plautus.

A PROMONTORY, sharpen'd by degrees,
Ends in a wedge, and overlooks the seas;
On either side, below, the water flows;
This airy walk the giant lover chose.
Here, on the midst he sate ; his docks unled,
Their shepherd follow'd, and securely fed.
A hundred reeds, of a prodigious growth,
Scarce made a pipe proportion'd to his mouth :
Which when he gave it wind, the rocks around,
And wat'ry plains, the dreadful hiss resound.
I heard the ruffian shepherd rudely blow,
While in a hollow cave I sate below;
On Acis' bosom I my head reclin'd:
And still preserve the poem in my mind.
Oh, lovely Galatea, whiter far
Than falling snows, and rising lilies are ;
More grateful to the sight than goodly plains;
And softer to the touch than down of swans;
Or curds new turn'd; and sweeter to the taste
Than swelling grapes that to the vintage haste;
More clear than ice, or running streams, that stray
Thro' garden plots, but ah! more swift than they.
Oh raise, fair nymph, your beauteous face above
The waves ; nor scorn my presents, and my love.
Come, Galatea, come, and view my face;
I late beheld it in the wat'ry glass,
And found it lovelier than I fear'd it was.
My forehead with a single eye is fillid,
Round as a ball, and ample as a shield.
The glorious lamp of heav'n, the radiant sun,
Is nature's eye, and she's content with one.
Add, that my father sways your seas, and I,
Like you, am of the wat'ry family.--Polyphemus.

When the morning stars sang together.---Job.

About his chariot numberless were pour'd,
Cherub, and seraph, potentates, and thrones,
And virtues, winged spirits, and chariots wing'd
From the armoury of God; where stand of old
Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodg'd
Against a solemn day; and now came forth
Spontaneous, for within them spirit liv'd,
Attendant on their Lord : Heav'n open'd wide
Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound
On golden hinges moving, to let forth
The King of Glory, in his powerful Word
And Spirit, coming to create new worlds.
*Silence, ye troubled waves, and thou deep, peace,'
Said then the omnific Word; your discord end !'
Nor staid ; but on the wings of cherubim
Uplifted, in paternal glory rode
Far into Chaos, and the world unborn.
Then staid the fervid wheels, and in his hand
He took the golden compasses, prepar'd
In God's eternal store, to circumscribe
This universe, and all created things :
One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profundity obscure ;
And said, “Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds,
This be thy just circumference, O World!'.
Thus God the Heaven created, thus the Earth,
Matter unform’d and void : darkness profound
Cover'd the abyss ; but on the watery calm
His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purg'd
The black tartareous cold infernal dregs,
Adverse to life: then founded, then conglob’d
Like things to like ; the rest to several place
Disparted, and between spun out the air ;
And Earth, self-balanced, on her centre hung.-Milton.

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* NATURE, attend ! join every living soul,
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join ; and, ardent, raise
One general song! To him, ye vocal gales,
Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes.
And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,
Who shake th' astonish'd world, lift high to Heav'n
Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ;
Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound;
Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze
Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main,
A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound his stupendous praise ; whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your billows fall.
Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to him ; whose Sun exalts,
Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Ye forests bend, ye hurvests wave, to him;
Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,
As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon.
Ye that keep watch in Heaven, as Earth asleep
Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye constellations, while your angels strike,
Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
Great source of day! best image here below
Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, ,
From world to world, the vital ocean round,
On Nature write with every beam his praise.
The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world;
While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn.
Bleat out afresh, ye hills : ye mossy rocks
Retain the sound : the broad responsive low,
Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns.

For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray
Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams,
Or Winter rises in the blackening East;
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.--Hymn.




Cal. Edward Alleyn, 1566, St. Bu- Adrian IV. Nicholas Brekespere 1. tolph's, Bishopsgate.

(Pope), 1159. St. Peter's. Bishop (John) Hacket, 1592, Maurice Fitzgerald, 1177. Strand, London.

Francis, Count of St. Pol, 1545.
Nicholas Catinat, 1637, Paris. d. Cotignan.
James Bernard, 1658, Nions, in Antonio Querenghi, 1633. died,

Dr. Geo. Benson, 1699, Great Sir Leoline Jenkins, 1685. Or-
Salkeld, Cumberlund. ford.

Dr. Henry More, 1687. Cam

Such errors are yet the fittest
timber to make great politics of ;

Louis XIV. (of France), 1715.

d. Versailles. like knee-timber, that is good Eusebius Renaudot, 1720. Paris. for ships ordained to be tossed, Dr. John Keill, 1721. Oxford. but not for building houses that Bernardine Bachini, 1721. d. shall stand firm.-Misanthropé.


Sir Richard Steele, 1729. died, Obits of the Latin Church. Llangunnor. Caermarthen. Sts. Twelve Brothers, Martyrs Cuthbert Shaw, 1771. London.

Dr. Maurice Greene, 1755. at Benevento, 258.

Lewis Hen. Christopher Holty, St. Firminus II., Bp.of Amiens,

1776. d. Gottingen. St. Lupus (or Leu), Archbishop John Francis Seguier, 1784. d.

Peter Le Coq, 1777. d. Caen ? of Sens, d. 623.

St. Giles, Abbot in Nismes, c. Robt. Bage, 1801. d. Tamworth.

700. (See English Church Pat. O'Bryen [Irish Giant),

1806. d. Bristol.

c. 400.

The Romans made those times the standard of their wit, when they subdued the world.

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