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But, oh! thy ways are wonderful, and lie that of “ Let there be light," &c. so much only, Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye.
as the absolute government of nature yields to the Oft have I heard of thine almighty power; 405 creation of it. But never saw thee till this dreadful honr.
The like spirit in these two passages is no bad O’erwhelm'd with shame, the Lord of Life I see, concurrent argument, that Moses is author of the Abbor inyself, and give my soul to thee.
book of Job. Nor shall my weakness tempt thine anger more: Ver. 191.] Another argument that Moses was Man is not made to question, but adore.”
the author is, that most of the creatures here are Egyptian. The reason given why the raven is particularly mentioned as an object of the care of Pro
vidence, is, because, by her clamorous and imporNOTES ON THE PARAPHRASE.
tunate voice, she particularly seems always calling Book of Jol.] It is disputed amongst the critics upon it; thence xogkoow, à réput, Ælian. I. ii.c. 48. who was the author of the Book of Job; some give is “to ask earnestly.” And since there were rarens it to Moses, some to others. As I was engaged in on the bank of the Nile more clamorous than the this little performance, some arguments occurred to rest of that species, those probably are meant in me which favour the former of those opinions; and that place. because I do not find them mentioned by any one Ver. 195.] There are many instances of this bird's else, I have Aung them into the following notes, stupidity : let two suffice. First, It covers its head where little else is to be expected.
in the reeds, and thinks itself all out of sight: Ver. 1.] The Almighty's speech, chapter xxxviii,
Stat lumine clauso &c. which is what I paraphrase in this little work, Ridendum revolta caput, creditque latere is by much the finest part of the noblest and most
Quæ non ispa videt.
CLAUD. antient poem in the world. Bishop Patrick says, its grandeur is as much above all other poetry, as
Secondly, They that go in pursuit of them, draw
the skin of an ostrich's neck on one hand, which thunder is louder than a whisper. In order to set this distinguished part of the poem in a fuller light,
prores a sufficient lure to take them with the other.
They have so little brain, that Heliogabalus had and give the reader a clearer conception of it, I
six hundred heads for his supper. hare abridged the preceding and subsequent parts of the poem, and joined them to it; so that this piece
Here we may observe, that our judicious as well is a sort of an epitome of the whole Book of Job.
as sublime author just touches the great points of I use the word paraphrasé, because I want ano
distinction in each creature, and then bastens to ther which might better answer to the uncommon
another. A description is exact when you camot Jiberties I have taken. I have omitted, added, and
aud, but what is common to another thing ; nor
withdraw, but something peculiarly belonging to transposed. The mountain, the comet, the Sun, and other parts, are entirely added: those upon the description, as a meaning often in too much illus
the thing described. A likeness is lost in too much peacock, the lion, &c. are much enlarged; and I
tration. have thrown the a hole into a method more suitable
Ver. 205.) Here is marked another peculiar quato our notions of regularity. The judicious, if they
lity of this creature, which neither thies nor runs compare this piece with the original, will, I flatter myself, find the reasons for the great liberties i directly, but has a motion composed of both, and, have indulged myself in through the whole.
using its wings as sails, makes great speed. Longinus bas a chapter on interrogations, which
Vasta velut Libyæ venantum vocibus ales shows that they contribute much to the sublime. Cum premitur, calidas cursu transmittit arenas, This speech of the Almighty is made up of them.
Inque modum veli sinuatis flamine pennis Interrogation seems, indeed, the proper style of
CLAUD. in Eutr. Majesty incensed. It differs from other manner of Ver. 206.) Senophon says, Cyrus had horses reproof, as bidding a person execute himself, does that could overtake the goat and the wild ass; but from a common execution; for be that asks the none that could reach this creature. A thousand guilty a proper question, makes him, in effect, pass golden ducats, or a hundred camels, was the stated sentence on himself.
price of a horse that could equal their speed. Ver: 41.) The Book of Job is well known to be Ver. 207.] Though this bird is but just mendramatic, and, like the tragedies of old Greece, tioned in my anthor, I could not forbear going a is fiction built on truth. Probably this most noble little further, and spreading those beautiful plumes part of it, the Almighty sneaking out of the whirl-(which are there shut up) in half a dozen lines. wind (so suitable to the after-practice of the Greek The circunstance I have marked of his opening stage, when there happened dignus viridice no- his plumes to the Sun is true : Expandit colores dus) is fictitious; but is a fiction more agreeable adverso maximè Sole, quia sic fulgentius radiant. to the time in which Job lived, than to any since. PLIN. ). X. C. 20. Frequent, before the Law, were the appearances of Ver. 219.) Thuanus (de Re Accip.) mentions a the Alinighty after this manner, Exod. e. xix. Ezek. hawk that flew from Paris to London in a night. c. i. &c. Hence is he said to "dwell in thick dark- And the Evgptians, in regard to its swiftness, made ness : and have his way in the whirlwind.”
it their synibol for the wind; for which reason we Ver. 69.] There is a very great air in all that may suppose the hawk, as well as the crow above precedes, but this is signally sublime. Weare struck | mentioned, to have been a bird of note in Egypt. with admiration to see the vast and ungovernable Ver. 227.] The eagle is said to be of so acute a ocean receiving commands, and punctually obey- sight, that, when she is so high in air that man ing them; to fmd it like a managed horse, raging, cannot see her, she can discern the smallest fish tossing, and foaming, but by the rule and direction under water. My author accurately understood of its master. This passage yields in sublimity to the nature of the creatures he describes, and scens
BY DR. COBDEN.
to have been a naturalist as well as a poet, which Ver. 377.] “His eyes are like the eye-lids of the next note will confirm.
the morning.” I think this gives us as great an Ver. 231.) The meaning of this question is, image of the thing it would express, as can enter Knowest thou the time and circumstances of their the thought of man. It is not improbable that the bringing forth? For to know the time only was easy, Egyptians stole their hieroglyphic for the morning, and had nothing extraordinary in it; but the cir- which is the crocodile's eye, from this passage, cumstances had something peculiarly expressive of though no commentator, I have seen, mentions it God's providence, wbich makes the question proper It is easy to conceive how the Egyptians should be in this place. Pliny obserres, that the hind with both readers and admirers of the writings of Moses, young is by instinct directed to a certain herb called whom I suppose the author of this poem. seselis, which facilitates the birth. Thunder also I have observed already that three or four of the (which looks like the more immediate hand of Pro- creatures here described are Egyptian ; the two vidence) has the same effect. Ps. xxix. In so early | last are notoriously so, they are the river-horse and an age to observe these things, may style our au- the crocodile, those celebrated inhabitants of the thor a naturalist.
Nile; and on these two it is that our author chiefly Ver. 259.] The descripton of the horse is the dwells. It would have been expected from an aumost celebrated of any in the poem. There is an thor more remote from that river than Moses, in a excellent critique on it in the Guardian. I shall catalogue of creatures produced to magnify their therefore only observe, that in this description, as in Creator, to have dwelt on the two largest works of other parts of this speech, our vulgar translation has his hand, viz.the elephant and the whale. This is so much more spirit than the Septuagint; it always natural an expectation, that some commentators takes the original in the most poetic and exalted have rendered behemoth and leviathan, the ele. sense, so that most commentators, even on the phant and whale, though the descriptions in ouragHebrew itself, fall beneath it.
thor will not admit of it: but Moses being, as we Ver. 289.) Pursuing their prey by night is true may well suppose, under an immediate terrour of of most wild beasts, particularly the lion. Ps. the hippopotamus and crocodile, from their daily svi. 20. The Arabians have one among their 500 mischiefs and ravages around him; it is very names for the lion, which signifies “the hunter by accountable why he should permit them to take moon-shine."
place. Ver. 322.] Cephesi glaciale caput quo suetos an
helam Ferre sitim Python, amnemque avertere ponto.
ON DR. YOUNG'S TRANSLATION OF
PART OF JOB.
Claud. Pref. in Ruf. The poem, which, originally great, Let not then this hyberbole seem too much for Had long sustain'd poor Job's unhappy fate, an eastern poet, though some commentators of Fallen from its grandeur, clad in mean array, name strain hard in this place for a new construc- And in the dust of prose inglorious lay; tion, through fear of it.
Like him now shines, with former greatness blest, Ver. 323.) Tbe taking of the crocodile is most And in its native majesty confest. difficult. Diodorus says, they are not to be taken but by iron nets. When Augustus conquered Eygpt, he struck a medal, the impress of which was a crocodile chained to a palm-tree, with this inscription,
MISCELLANEES. Nemo antea religavit.
Ver. 339.] This alludes to a custom of this creature, which is, when sated with fish, to come ashore ON MICHAEL ANGELO'S FAMOUS PIEC# and sleep among the reeds.
OF THE CRUCIFIXON; Ver. 353.] The crocodile's mouth is exceedingly wide. When he gapes, says Pliny, sit totum os,
WHO IS SAID TO HAVE STABBED A PERSON THAT HE Martial says to his old woman,
MICHT DRAW IT MORE NATURALLY '. Cum comparata rictibus tuis ora
Whilst bis Redeemer on his canvass dies, Niliaeus habet crocodilus angusta ;
Stabbd. at his feet his brother weltering lies : op that the expression here is barely just.
The daring artist, cruelly serene, Ver. 364.) This too is nearer truth than at first Views the pale cheek and the distorted mien; view may be imagined. The crocodile, say the na
He drains off life by drops, and, deaf to cries, turalists, lying long under water, and being there
Examines every spirit as it flies : forced to hold its breath, when itemerges, the breath
He studies torment, dives in mortal woe, long represt is hot, and bursts out so violently, that
To rouse up every pang repeats his blow ; it resembles fire and smoke. The horse suppresses
Each rising agony, each dreadful grace, not his breath by any means so long, neither is he
Yet warm transplanting to his Saviour's face. so fierce and animated ; yet the most correct of
Oh glorious theft! oh nobly wicked draught ! poets ventures to use the same metaphor concern
With its full charge of death each feature fraught, ing him:
Such wondrous force the magie colours boast,
Prom his own skill he starts in horrour lost. Collectumque premens volvit sub naribus ignem.
By this and the foregoing note I would cau- · Though the report was propagated wit?rout the tion against a false opinion of the eastern boldness least truth, it inay be sufficient ground to justify'a from passages in them ill understaod.
poetical fancy's enlarging on it.
TO MR. ADDISON,
THE TRAGEDY OF CATO. What do we see? Is Cato then become A greater name in Britain than in Rome ? Poes mankind now admire his virtues more, Though Lucan, Horace, Virgil, wrote before ? How will posterity this truth explain? “ Cato begins to live in Anna's reign." The world's great chiefs, in council or in arms, Rise in your lines with inore exalted charms; Ilustrious deeds in distant nations wrought, And virtues by departed heroes taught, Raise in your soul a pure immortal taine, Adurn your life, and consecrate your fame; To your renown all ages you subdue, And Cæsar fought, and Cato bled for you.
All Souls Coll. Oxon.
IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY, 1740.
HISTORICAL EPILOGUE TO THE
Ai Epilogue, through custom, is your right,
Perseus surviv'd, indeed, and fill’d the throne, But ceaseless cares in conquest made him groan : Nor reign'd he long; from Rome swift thunder
flew, And headlong from his throne the tyrant threw : Thrown headlong down, by Rome in triumph
led, For this night's deed his perjur'd bosom bled : His brother's ghost each moment made him start, And all his father's anguish rent his heart. When, rob'd in black, his children round him
hung, And their rais’d arms in early sorrow wrung ; The younger smild, unconscious of their woe ; At which thy tears, () Rome! began to flow; So sad the scene! What then must Perseus feel, To see Jove's race attend the victor's wheel : To see the slaves of his worst foes increase, From such a source ! An emperor's embrace! He sicken'd sonn to death; and, what is worse, He well deserv'd, and felt, the coward's curse; Unpitiedl, scorn'd, insulted his last hour, Par, far from home, and in a vassal's power : His pale cheek rested on his shameful chain, No friend to mourn, no flatterer to feign; No suit retards, no comfort soothes his doom, And not one tear bedews a monarch's tomb. Nor ends it thus-dire vengeance to complete, His antient empire falling shares his fate : His tbrone forgot! his weeping country chain'd! And nations ask-where Alexander reign'd. As public woes a prince's crime pursue, So public blessings are his virtue's due. Shout, Britons, shout-auspicious fortune bless! And cry, Long live-Our tille to success /
O LONG with me in Oxford groves confin'd,
+ Lord Aubrey Beauclerk was the eighth son of the duke of St. Alban's, who was one of the sons of king Charles the Second. He was born in the year 1711; and, being regularly bred to the sea service, in 1731 he was appointed to the command of his majesty's ship the Ludlow Castle ; and be commanded the Prince Frederick at the attack of the harbour of Carthagena, March 24, 1741. This young nobleman was one of the most promising commanders in the king's service. When on the desperate attack of the castle of Bocca Chica, at the entrance of the said harbour, he lost his life, both his legs being first shot off. The prose part of the inscription on bis monument was the production of Mrs. Mary Jones of Oxford; who also wrote a poem on his death, printed in her Miscel lapies, Svo. 1752. R.
Thy wonted aid, my dear companion ! bring, Full-blown ere noon her fragrant pride displays,
Wit, as her bays, was once a barrén tree;
Early he bloom'd amid the learned train, He first the plant to richer gardens led,
And fix'd, indulgent, in a warmer bed : "Sce, see," she cried, “old Maro's Muse appears, the nation, pleas'd, enjoys the rich produce, Wak'd frum her slumber of two thousand years: And gathers from her ornament her use. Her finish'd charins to Addison she brings,
When loose from public cares the grove he sought,
The various labours of his easy page,
The state, when now his rising fame was known, Beyond this truth old bards could scarce invent,
Since such his talents, that he sung no more. Yet few, how few, with lufty thoughts inspir'd, No fuller proof of power th' Almighty gave, With quickness pointed, and with rapture fir'd, Making the sea, than curbing her proud wave. In conscious pride their own importance find, Nought can the genius of his works transceud, Blind to themselves, as the hard world is blind! But their fair purpose and important end ; Wit they esteem a gay but worthless power, To rouse the war for injur'd Europe's laws, The slight ainusement of a leisure hour;
To steel the patriot in great Brunswick's cause; Unmindful that, conceal'd from vulgar eyes, With virtue's charms to kindle sacred love, Majestic Wisdom wears the bright disguise. Or paint th' eternal bowers of bliss above. Poor Dido fondled thus, with idle joy,
Where hadst thon room, great author! where to roll Dread Cupid, lurking in the Trojao boy ;
The mighty theme of an immortal soul ? [brought Lightly she toy'd and trified with his charms, Through paths unknown, unbeaten, whence werd And knew not that a god was in her arms.
Thy proofs so strong for immaterial thought? Who greatest excellence of thought could boast, One let me join, all other inay excel, In action, too, have been distinguish'd most : “ How could a mortal essence think so well ?." This Sommers' knew, and Addison sent forth But why so large in the great writer's praise ? From the malignant regions of the north,
More lofty subjects should my number's raise; To be matur'd in more indulgent skjes,
In him (illustrious rivalry! contend Where all the vigour of the soul can rise ;
The statesinan, patriot, Christian, and the friend ! Through warmer veins where sprightlier spirits run, His glory such, it borders on disgrace And sense enliven'd sparkles in the Sun.
To say he sung the best of human race. With secret pain the prudent patriot gave
In joy once join'd, in sorrow now for years, The hopes of Britain to the rolling wave,
Partner in grief, and brother of my tears, Anxious, the charge to all the stars resign'd, Tickell! accept this verse, thy mournful due ; And plac'd a confidence in sea and wind.
Thou further shalt the sacred theme pursue ; Ausonia soon receiv'd her wondering guest, And, as thy strain describes the matchless man, And equal wonder in her turn confess'd,
Thy life shall second what thy Muse began. To see her fervours rival'd by the pole,
Though sweet the numbers, though a fire divine Her lustre beaming from a northern soul :
Dart through the whole, and burn in every line, In-like surprise was her Æneas lost,
Who strives not for that excellence he draws, To find bis picture grace a foreign coast.
Is stain'd by fame, and suffers from applause. Now the wide field of Europe he surveys,
But haste to thy illustrious task; prepare Compares her kings, her thrones and empires weighs, The noble work well trusted to thy care, In ripen'd judgment and consummate thought ; The gift ? bequeath'd by Addison's comınand, Great work ! by Nassau's favour cheaply bought. To Craggs made sacred by bis dying hand. He now returns to Britain a support,
Collect the labours, join the various rays, Wise in her senate, graceful in her court;
The scatter'd light in orre united blaze; And when tbe public welfare would permit, Then bear to him so true, so truly lov'd. The source of learning, and the soul of wit. In life distinguish'd, and in death approv'd, o Warwick! (whom the Muse is fond to name, Th’immortal legacy. He hangs a-while And kindles, conscious of her future theme) In generous anguish o'er the glorious pile; 0 Warwick ! by divine contagion bright!
With anxious pleasure the known page reviews, How early didst thou catch bis radiant light! And the dear pledge with falling tears bedews. By him inspir'd, how shine before thy time, What though thy tears, pourd o'er thy godlike And leave thy years, and leap into thy prime! Thy other cares for Britain's weal susperrd? (frieud,
On some warm bank, thus, fortunately born, Think not, O patriot! wbile thy eyes o'erflow, A rose-bud opers to a summer's morn,
Those cares suspended for a private woe;
Thy love to him is to thy country shonn; . Lord Sommers procured a pension fur Mr. He mourns for her, who mourns for Audison. Addison, which enabled him to prosecute his travels.R
The publication of his Works
REFLECTIONS ON THE PUBLIC SITUATION And, like a vast Colossus, towering stands
With one foot planted on the continent ;
Yet be not wholly wrapp'd in public cares,
The cause of kings and emperors adjour,
And Europe's little balance drop a while ;
Thus great Eliza's oracles renown'd,
Thus every statesman thought that ever--died. And leave Europa's counsels less mature !
There's inspiration in a sable hour,
When thunderstruck, that eagle Wolsey fell ; Thine absent ear, but gain by the delay.
When royal favour, as an ebbing sea,
Like a leviathan, his grandeur left,
Naked of human, doubtful of divine,
Assistance; no more wallowing in his wealth, That far outweighs al Europe's thrones in one. Spouting proud foams of insolence no more, Let greatness prove its title to be great.
On what, then, smote his heart, uncardinal'd, 'Tis Power's supreme prerogative to stamp
And supk beneath the level of a man ! On others' minds an image of its own.
On the grand article, the sum of things ! Bend the strong influence of high place, to stem The point of the first magnitude! that point The stream that sweeps away the country's weal'; | Tubes mounted in a court, but rarely reach; The Stygian stream, the torrent of our guilt. Some painted cloud still intercepts their sight. Far as thou mayst give life to virtue's cause ; First right to judge; then choose; then persevere, Let not the ties of personal regard
Steadfast, as if a crown or mistress call'd.Betray the nation's trust to feeble hands :
These, these are politics will stand the test, Let not fomented Aames of private pique
When finer politics their masters sting, Prey on the vitals of the public good :
And statesmen fain would shrink to common men. Let not our streets with blasphemies resound, These, these are politics will answer now, Nor lewdness whisper where the laws can reach : (When coinmon men would fain to statesmen swell) Let not best laws, the wisdom of our sires,
Beyond a Machiavel's or Tencin's scheme. Turn satires on their sunk degenerate sons,
All safety rests on honest counsels : these The bastards of their blood! and serve no point Immortalize the statesman, bless the state, But, with more emphasis to call them fools: Make the prince triumph, and the people smile ; Let not our rank enorınities unbinge
In peace rever'd, or terrible in arms,
Close-leagued with an invincible ally,
All antient schools of empire in disgrace,
And Britain's glory, rising from the dead,
Britain !-that word pronounc'd is an alarm; A throne superior our first homage claims; It warms the blood, though frozen in our veins; To Cæsar's Cæsar our first tribute due :
Awakes the soul, and sends her to the field, A tribute which, unpaid, makes specious wrong Enamour'd of the glorious face of Death. And splendid sacrilege of all beside:
Britain !-there's noble magic in the sound. Illustrious followers; we must first be just; O what illustrious images arise ! And what so just as awe for the Supreme ? Embattled, round me, blaze the pomps of war! Less fear we rugged ruffians of the North,
By sea, by land, at home, in foreign climes, Than Virtue's well-clad rebels nearer home;
Wbat full-blown layrels on our fathers' brows! Less Loyola's disguis'd, all-aping sons,
Ye radiant trophies ! and imperial spoils ! Than traitors lurking in our appetites;
Ye scenes astonishing to modern sight! Less all the legions Seine and Tagus send, Let me, at least, enjoy you in a dream. Than unrein'd passions rushing on our peace : Why vanish? Stay, ye godlike strangers! stay: Yon savage mountaineers are tame to these, Strangers !—I wrong my countrymen: they wake; Against those rioters send forth the laws,
High beats the pulse : the noble pulse of war And break to Reason's yoke their wild careers. Beats to that antient measure, that grand march
Prudence for all things points the proper hour, Which then prevail'd, when Britain highest soar'd, Though some seem more importunate and great. And every battle paid for herpes slain. Though Britain's generous views and interests spread No more our great forefathers stain our cheeks Beyond the narrow circle of her shores,
With blushes; their renown our shame no more. And their grand entries make on distant lands; In military garb, and sudden arms, Though Britain's genius the wide ware bestrides, Up starts Old Britain ; crosiers are laid by ;