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There, with her, triumph in your victory,
faint to be so blest: oh hear !
A LA BOURBON,
Donnez moi plus de pitie ou plus de cruaulte car sam
ci je ne puis pas vivre, ni mourir.
Divine destroyer, pity me no more,
Or else more pity me!
Or else more cruelty !
Your glories are eclipsed, and hidden in the grave
Of this indifferency;
Nor I a deity :-
Calling Lucasta from her retirement.
From the dire monument of thy black room,
Sacred Lucasta, like the powerful ray
Arise, and climb our whitest highest hill,
Behold bow lightning like a taper flies
Threatning and boist'rous tempests gently, bow, And to your steps part in soft paths, when now There no where hangs a cloud, but on your brow.
No show'rs but 'twixt your lids, nor gelid snow, But what your whiter chaster breast doth owe, Whilst winds in chains colder your sorrow's blow,
Shrill trumpets now do only sound to eat,
All things, Lucasta, but Lucasta call,
Awake from the dead vault in which you dwell,
Seel she obeys!-by all obeyed thus,
Lovers and angels, though in heaven they show,
To comprehend this little Ode justly, the unhappy state of the country when it was written, must be borne in mind ;-the theatre of civil war and overrun by contending armies, and armed parties, who were frequently influenced by the desire of pillage and spoil, to attack private houses, and distress the helpless inhabitants.No caution was a complete security, and no retreat, however obscure and remote, a protection from insult and outrage.
'Mongst the world's wonders, there doth yet remain
Chaste as th' Arabian bird, who all the air denies, And even in flames expires, when with herself she lies. Oh! she is kind as drops of new-fall’n April showers, That on each gentle breast, spring fresh perfuming
flowers; She's constant, gen'rous, fix'd, she's calm, she is the all We can of virtue, honour, faith, or glory call ! And she is, whom I thus transmit to endless fame, Mistress o' the world, and me, and Laura is her name !
SIR CHARLES SÉDLEY,
BORN 1639.-DIED 1701.
“As he lived in the most glorious reign of wit and mirth, so he was one of the glories of it. He was a man of the first class of wit and gallantry; his friendship was courted by every body, and nobody went out of his company but was pleased and improved. Time added but very little to nature ; he was every thing that an English gentleman should be."
Sir Charles Sedley was the son of Sir John Sedley Baronet, of Aylesford in Kent,-grandson of Sir William Sedley, founder of the lecture on natural philosophy that bears his name, at the university of Oxford,--and his mother was the daughter of Sir Henry Saville, the learned Provost of Eton.-Sir Charles Sedley received a learned education, and was a gentleman commoner of Wadham College, Oxford, but left the University without a degree.
During the usurpation of Cromwell he lived in rea tirement, his disposition not being sufficiently in unison with that of the party then in power. .
Upon the restoration of the royal family, he immea diately attached himself to the dissolute court of Charles
* Captain W. Ayloffe was the first editor of Sir Charles Sedley's works, and from the preface to his edition the passage inserted above is taken. He calls himself a relation, but in wbat degree of affinity we know not,