Here ftones, unknowing of the artist's skill,
The marks of Time's indenting tooth retain,
And rear'd in myftic circles on the hill,

The monuments of Druid-rites remain,
There ftately Milford to th' admiring eye
Difplays her thousand creeks and ample port;
Yet, ftill a ftranger to fair trade's refort,
Her folitary waves in useless flumber lie.

In Profpect hence Caernarvon's hills arife ;
Who, 'midft a pleafing but terrific scene
Of hanging precipices fhagg'd with thorn,
Of mouldering rocks with tempefts worn,
And cataracts that foam between,
Like nature, whelm'd in her own ruins, lies.
Thither the British bards retir'd of old,

And dar'd be free;

There, when defeated in unequal war,

Gloried in honeft poverty;.

And fcorn'd with chains of gold to draw the victor's car.

Old Ocean fmil'd, and smooth'd his ruffled waves;

When, iffuing from their coral caves,

The fea-green Nereids form a ring,

And to the concave fhell's melodious found
In antic measures gambol round their king;
Amaz'd I look'd around.

When lo! in robe of pureft white array'd,

A venerable fhade,

In words like these, my warm attention stay'd.

This vifionary Being speaks with good fenfe and propriety upon the fubject in view, and with his fpeech the poem concludes. This fpeech, however, is not without fome weak and profaic lines; but thefe, poffibly, may be the manufacture of the cenfors.

The following animated verfes are taken from Mr. Ballard's Ode to the Genius of Snowdon.

Genius of that mountain old,

Whofe ancient chiefs in battle bold
Against affailing tyrants ftood,
And pour'd to liberty their blood;
Thou, who, on thy Snowdon's height,
Oft at the grey approach of night,
Obferveft many a mailed ghoft,
Leaders once of Cambria's hoft,
Proudly ftalking o'er the heath;
Llewellin, greateft in his death;
And David, faithful by his fide,
With whom his country's freedom dy'd;

And

And murder'd bards, who, fmear'd with gore,
Afcend from dreary Arvon's fhore;
And all affembling in a ring

With taunts defy that ruthlefs king,
Whofe fated offspring felt the curfe
Denounc'd in fage prophetic verfe.
Genius of that mountain old,

At length your plaintive woes with-hold:
And let each fierce indignant form,
That mutters to the midnight form,
Your empire loft no more bewail,
But bid returning glory hail.

Profeffor Warton's poem, which concludes this collection, is faid to have been written after the late installation at Windfor. Hence the poetic fcenery is borrowed from that ancient palace; and the mighty monuments of British valour there depofited, have a happy effect in warming the poet's imagination, and animating his pencil. What effect they may have upon the mind of the young prince, when he vifits them, we are told in the following verses.

Meantime, the royal piles that rife elate

With many an antique tower, in massy state,

In the young champion's mufing mind fhall raife
Vaft images of Albion's elder days.

While, as around his eager glance explores
Thy chambers rough with war's conftructed flores,
Rude helms, and bruifed fhields, barbaric fpoils
Of ancient chivalry's undaunted toils;
Amid the dusky trappings, hung on high
Young Edward's fable mail fhall strike his eye;
Shall fire the youth, to crown his riper years
With rival Creffys, and a new Poitiers;
On the fame wall, the fame triumphal base,
His own victorious monuments to place.

These high heroic fentiments, which might unhappily animate a young prince to the deftruction of himself and his fellow creatures, the Poet wifely endeavours to reprefs, in the following beautiful verfes: the perufal of which has made us fome amends for the drudgery of reading many of the poems that are placed before it.

War has its charms terrific. Far and wide

When ftands th' embattled hoft in banner'd pride;
O'er the vext plain when the fhrill clangours run,
And the long phalanx flashes in the fun;
When now the dangers of the deathful day
Mar the bright fcene, nor break the firm array,
Full oft, too rafhly glows with fond delight
The youthful breaft, and afks the future fight,

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Nor knows that Horror's form, a spectre wan,
Stalks, yet unfeen, along the gleamy van.
May no fuch rage be thine: no dazzling ray
Of ipecious fame thy ftedfaft feet betray.
Be thine domeftic glory's radiant calm,

Be thine the fceptred wreath with many a palm;
Be thine the throne with peaceful emblems hung,
The filver lyre to milder conquefts ftrung!
Inftead of glorious feats atchiev'd in arms,
Bid rifing arts difplay their mimic charms:
Juft to thy country's fame, in tranquil days
Record the past, and rouze to future praise :
Before the public eye, in breathing brass,
Bid thy fam'd father's mighty triumphs pafs:
Swell the broad arch with mighty Cuba's fall,
And cloath with Minden's plain th' historic hall.

Then mourn not, Edward's dome, thine ancient boast,
Thy tournaments and lifted combats loft!

From Arthur's board, no more, proud caftle, mourn
Adventurous valour's Gothic trophies torn!
Thofe elfin charms, that held in magic night
Its elder fame, and dimm'd its genuine light,
At length diffolve in truth's meridian ray,
And the bright order burfts to perfect day:
The myftic round, begirt with bolder peers,
On Virtue's bafe its refcued glory rears;
Sees civil prowels mightier acts atchieve,
Sees meek humanity diftrefs relieve;
Adopts the worth that bids the conflict ceafe,

And claims its honours from the chiefs of peace.

Ecce iterum SCRIBLERUS! the mirrour of criticism approacheth thought on his brow, and papers under his arm. Verily, he bringeth his commentary on the Cambridge Contingent.

Gratulatio Academia Cantabrigienfis natales aufpicatiffimos Georgii Wallia principis auguftiffimi Georgii III. Magna Britannia Regis et fereniffima Charlotta Regina Filii celebrantis. Folio. 4s. Sandby, &c.

T was faid of my most learned friend, MAGLIABECHI, that,

, tents.

MAGLIABECHI was the polar ftar of learning; fage were his fayings, and deep was his erudition; he loved books, and loved 'Spiders; and, pardon this digreffion, gentle Reader, he loved me. Haply, fome portion of his knowlege yet remaineth with SCRIBLERUS; for I profefs, that when I caft mine eye upon the title of this Folio, I preconceived its conI knew that much would be faid about the warlike and pacific virtues of the Sovereign of these kingdoms, and the beau

tents.

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ties and graces of his blooming confort; that the Genii of Britain and of Camus would be conjured up from their refpective abodes, and prophefy the great and wonderful glories that would diftinguish the reign of the new-born prince; and that in particular he would, in all refpects, be equal unto his royal father. Thefe thoughts, I did preominate, would make the principal part of this Folio, and in truth I was not mistaken. Be not difgufted, Reader, that I thus dwell upon mine own fagacity; for thou mayeft, perhaps, remember the time when thou haft done the fame. Didft thou never let fall that common exprefsion, “I knew, or, I thought it would be fo?" If thou didft, then didft thou facrifice to thine own fagacity. But old age is garrulous, and I have been betrayed into prolixity.

I make my reverence, as before, unto the Vice-Chancellor, and begin with Doctor Ogden. When the Doctor wrote a Latin Poem upon the death of his late Majefty, he did weep moft piteously, and fhed, and talked of shedding, very many tears. Hence, an ungrateful wag of Oxford did fay fome Sportful things about the Doctor's handkerchief. On the marriage of his prefent Majefty, he paid his poetical duty in English; but, alas! he could not then efcape the malicious tooth of criticism; therefore he hath most prudently, on this occafion, wrapt up his fentiments in Arabic, fo that the eye of no vulgar critic might penetrate them. All this, peradventure, was done, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, wherein it is faid, that Arabia and Saba fball bring gifts. And it alfo verifieth the prediction of Mr. Anfell of Trinity-Hall, who, in his Latin poem, faith

-Gemmas, thuraque mittet Arabs.

I affure thee, Reader, that Doctor Ogden's cafket containeth gems and frankincenfe; but I will not unfold its facred contents, for they are matter unmeet for the vulgar eye.

Mr. John Ranby, of Trinity-College hath fome pretty thoughts in his verfes, and fuch as, though obvious, I own did not occur to me. He defcribeth the cannon playing, and the bells ringing, upon the birth of the prince, which circumftances are most natural and true. Hear what merry mufic he maketh.

In that throng'd city, which the filver Thames
Laves with its fwelling tide, the cannon loud
As pealing thunder, hails th' aufpicious morn
Sacred to freedom: foon the echoing hills
To plains far diftant bear the welcome found;
While to each valley, brook, and humble cot
The village bells proclaim their future king.

Verily,

Verily, fuch fimple defcriptions as these are much more natural than the fummoning of Genii from clouds and rivers. It was on account of this delectable fimplicity that I always admired the writings of my ingenious friend, Mr. Thomas Durfey,

Who touch'd the tabor featly,

And fung his fong fo fweetly,

that my aged ear is ftill tickled with his tuneful lays.

Mr. Tilfon of Pembroke-Hall hath hit upon a lucky thought. He hath formed his Poem upon the plan of a Borough Addrefs, and calleth it the Congratulation of Apollo and the Mufes; by which we are to fuppofe that Apollo reprefenteth the Mayor, and that the Mufes are to be confidered as the Burgeffes of the place. The Poem is in Latin, of which here followeth a tranflation.

t May it please your Majefty,

"We your Majesty's most dutiful and loyal fubjects, the inhabitants of ftarry Parnaffus, ever accustomed to admire and extol your Majefty's royal virtues, do most humbly beg leave that you would graciously permit us, as it is our most earnest defire, to pour forth our prayers and warmeft vows at the cradle of the young prince.

"May he ever fhew himself worthy of his excellent parents, reprefenting your Majefty, who are the beft of princes, in wisdom, valour, and goodness. May he fhine with the beauty of his mother's countenance; and you, O pretty, lively, and amiable Charlotte, may he be like you in all he faith and doeth."

Such is the fragrant incenfe which Mr. Tilson offereth up at the fhrine of Majesty.

A pretty thought hath also entered into the head of Mr. Thomas of Emanuel College. In the following ftanza, I suppose, he alludeth to the calling up, of the princefs of Wales, and of other great perfonages, when her Majefty, as the Oxford bard exprefleth it, fainted."

Ev'n now, while yet in embryon charms he lies,
And fleeps unconscious of his future worth;

Behold a thoufand gathering crouds arife,

With eager hafte to hail th' aufpicious birth.

Mr. Robert Lewis, of Queen's College, feemeth to have borrowed a thought from a custom at country christenings,

where