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Hail, golden star, of ray serene,
THE FIFTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK
OF HORACE, IMITATED
To John Hawkesworth, L. L. D.
If you, dear "Sir, will deign to pass a day
My friends with geņerous liquors I regale,
generous spirit makes the coward brave, Gives ease to kings, and freedom to the slave; Bemus'd in wine, the bard his duns forgets, And drinks serene oblivion to his debts. Wine drives all cares and anguish from the heart, And dubs us connoiseurs of ev'ry art. Whom does not wine with elegance inspire: T The bowzy beggar struts into a squire. night ont This you well know-to me belongs to mind That neatness with frugality be join'd: That no intruding blab, with itching ears, Darken my doors, who tells whate'er be hears. Two Duncombs, each a poet, with me dine, Your friends, and decent Colman, a Divine:
There's room for more; so to compleat the band, Your wife shall bring fair Innocence * in hand. Should Cavet want copy, let the teazer wait, While you steal secret through the garden gate.
(From the Poetical Calendar.)
Last of the months, severest of them all,
* A young lady then resident with Dr. H. + The Printer of the Gentleman's Magazine.
Yes, we acknowledge what thy prowess can, But oh! have pity on the toils of man! And though the floods thy adamantine chain Submissire wear, yet spare the treasur'd grain : The peasants to thy mercy now resign The infant seed, their hope and future mine : Not always Phæbus bends his vengeful bow; Oft in mid-winter placid breezes blow; Oft tinctur’d with the bluest transmarine, The fretted canopy of heaven is seen ; Girded with argent lanıps, the full orbid moon In mild December emulates the noon; Though short the respite, if the sapphire blue Stains the bright lustre with an inky hue : Then a black wreck of clouds is seen to fly, In broken shatters, through the frighted sky: But if fleet Eurus scour the vaulted plain, Then all the stars propitious shine again.
" An intimacy with our late ingenious and worthy friend, Mr. Duncombe, for forty years, entitles me to say, that in addition to a strong natural, and highly cultivated understanding, he possessed a consummate sweetness of temper, and thorough goodness of heart."
(Mr. Nichols, Gent, Mag. for March, 1786)
L" The same desires, the same ingenious arts
(Mason, Elegy 3d)
As we approach the end of our journey we feel that we are treading upon tender ground. Time bas not yet sprinkled his dust upon the tombs of those we are now to notice, and they survive fresh in the “mind's eye” of the remainder of a circle which they but lately delighted. Broken as the continuity of this circle is by the hand of death, it yet consists of some near relatives, and of many admiring and affectionate friends. Happily for our concluding pages, the fair report that has survived them for solid virtues, well-employed talents, amiable manners, and exemplary habits, is confirmed by their writings, and would render praise from us undecessary, were it not deligh:ful to pay that tribute wherever we think it due.
The Rev. John Duncombe was the only son of William Duncombe, Esq. a man of learning, literary habits,