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SELECT

A DIRGE

In Memory of E. W. THOMPSON, Esq. of the 1st Regiment of the Guards, who gloriously fell in the Action of Bedart, on the 12th of December, 1813.

WEEP not

By Mrs. OPIE.

he died as heroes die,
The death permitted to the brave:
Mourn not he lies where soldiers lie,
And Valour envies such a grave.
His was the love of bold emprize,
Of soldiers' hardships, soldiers' fame;
And his the wish by arms to raise
And gain a proud, a deathless name.
For this he burn'd the midnight oil,
And por'd on lofty deeds untry'd,
Resolved like Valour's sons to toil,
And be the hero he admired.

Yet gentler arts, yet softer love,
Could lure him to their tuneful page;
And Dante's dread inspiring power,
And Petrach's love, his soul engage.
How sweetly from his accents flow'd
The Tuscan poet's magic strains!
But vainly Heaven such powers bestow'd;
He fought, he bled on Gallia's plains.
No mother's kiss, no sister's tear,
Embalm'd the victim's fatal wound:
No father pray'd beside his bier,
No brother clasp'd his arm around.
Amidst the cannon's loud alarms
He fell, as soldiers still must fall:
His bier his toil-worn comrades' arms,
And earth's green turf his funeral pall.

As for Turnus, that he-ass,
Who fought with Eneas,
What is he to compare with our Laurens
Rugbæus ?

Why, if Virgil had liv'd in good Queen
Bess's days, [theme of his lays.
He'd have made our great Sheriff the
Let Rugby's true sons, &e.

Dan Roscoe has painted with pencil divine [of the NineThe Florentine Chief-great Dry - nurse Who took in the goddesses,

When, with dishevell'd tresses, They fled from the Turk, and told him their distresses:

But away with Lorenzo!--that chap was more clever, [for ever. Who lodg'd the bright virgins at Rugby Let Rugby's true sons, &c.

See on Avon's green banks where the pinnacles rise, [the skiesAnd in lines light and graceful aspire to That's the Musarum Sedes, Those are Laurence's Edes, Where the mind's planted well, and grubb'd up ev'ry weed isPious Founder, no doubt, peeps from sky with a smile,

As Learning and Discipline enter his pile.
Let Rugby's true sons, &c.
But what is yon vision, celestially bright,
While we gaze on sweet Avon, that beams
on our sight?

His eye flashes fire,
In his hand is a lyre,

And the many-ton'd chords ev'ry pas-
sion inspire-

By the Hon. W. LYTTLETON, M. P. And sung at the Anniversary Meeting on the 20th June 1810, at the Freemason's Tavern, with unbounded applause. BOYS! we're joyously met in right holiday time, [rhyme:

'Tis Old Laurence Sheriff inspires me with At the sound of that name, Hark! Rugbæans exclaim, Unrivall'd his deeds, and unmatch'd be his fame! [tongue, In Latin, and Greek, and in Britain's own Be his praises well-written, well-spoken, well-sung!

CHORUS.

Let Rugby's true sons, at the Freemasons' Tavern, [cavern:

Booze as stoutly as Polypheme did in his And mark, boys! the toast- be it stav'd

ter & quater, [princely Fundator." "Here's the mem'ry of Old Laurence, our If we learnedly search all the records of story, [in glory? What Laurence can vie with our Laurence

Shakspeare! I kneel

[feel! Oh teach us like thee to describe and to Let Rugby's true sons, &c.

But to leave this sweet dream, and to reason adhere, [are here? What lad can compare with the lads that

Our Greek and our Latin

Would soon come so pat in, Who should hear us, would think we were Ancients a-chatting. And I'll prove we can match-though it kindle their choler, [scholar.

Any Westminster, Eton, or Wykehamist
Let Rugby's true sons, &c.
Solid learning-sound morals-good hu-
mour-and wit, [rentians sit-
Still surround the gay board where Lau-
Soon the sport is begun,

And the Genius of Fun
Inspires droll remark-quaint retort-

and queer pun,

While in many an old story rare pleasure we find, [mind. Because it brings Rugby-dear Rugby-to Let Rugby's true sons, &c. Come,

ANACREON'S 20TH ODE.
To CELESTINA.

The introductory Fables, &c. amplified.
TANTAL'S daughter, Niobe,

Doom'd her offspring dead to see,
Stood, on Sipylean Hills,

Adding tears to mournful rills;
Till, as a weeping stone, the Queen
Her own sad monument was seen.

Both Pandion's daughters too,
Chang'd to birds, once (pitied) flew ;
To the woods 'lorn Philomel,
Tereus' savage rape to tell;
Whilst fleetly from false Tereus' bed,
In fear, deserted Progne fled.

Were it," Love," in Beauty's pow'r,
I, for thee, would change each hour!
Often would a mirror be,

If you'd kindly look on me:-
And as oft would be a vest,
Wherein thy body should be drest-

I'd be the bath where thou wouldst play, Or perfume, o'er thy limbs to stray;A band, thy bosom to confine,-A chain, around thy neck to twine ;Nay, even slippers would I be, If sometimes to be worn by thee!

SAINT HILDA.

IF e'er to Whitby's silver strand

R.S.W.

Thy pilgrim steps have stray'd, Descended Hakeness' valleys deep,

Or rov'd through Eskdale's shade.

Then sure thy weary feet have toil'd
The steep ascent to gain,
Where holy Hilda's + mould'ring pile

O'erhangs the foaming main;

No station for Monastic cell,

No warm sequester'd dale,
But fitter for Baronial tower
To awe the subject vale ‡.
Yet there the pious fabric rose
And crewn'd the dizzy steep,
Tho' sweet were Eskdale's tangled paths
And Hakeness' valleys deep.
There many a legend shalt thou hear
Which Whitby's fishers tell,
Of honours due and reverence paid
To noble Hilda's cell;

How, when above her oriel arch
The screaming sea-fowl soar'd,
Their drooping pinions conscious fell
And the virgin saint ador'd;
How sole amid the serpent tribe

The holy Abbess stood,

With fervent faith, and up-lift hands
Grasping the holy rood.

The suppliant's prayer and powerful charm

Th' unnumber'd reptiles own,
Each falling from the cliff becomes
A headless coil of stone §.
But not alone to Whitby's fane

Shall Hilda's praise belong;
Nor there alone her virgin choir
Chaunted the matin song.

The winding Wear || and Deira's shore'
Had heard her vows divine,

And Christian Kings, where'er she pray'd,
Endow'd the hallow'd shrine.

Thence Southward did her frail bark steer Dunelmia's coast along,

And hardly 'scape the roaring surge

That foams her rocks among.

Now doubling Heorta's cavern'd cape,
It anchors in the bay;

Leland, ibid.

And how, of thousand snakes, each one Was chang'd into a coil of stone,

Themselves within their holy bound,

When holy Hilda pray'd,

Their stony folds had often found.
They told, how sea-fowl's pinions fail
As over Whitby's towers they sail;
And, sinking down, with flutterings faint,
They do their homage to the Saint."
Scott's Marmion.

Here

woods*

In the wild landscape lay.

(Ah! vainly seeks the pilgrim now
The bowers, the dark'ning wood;
Nor hoary age can prattling tell
Where once the forest stood,

Save that on Stranton's frowning shore †,
When falls the ebbing wave,
The traveller marks the blacken'd trunks,
And the roots fantastic heave.)

'Twas here, by neighb'ring realms rever'd,
Did sainted Hilda dwell;
And ne'er on Anglia's Eastern shore
Was found a holier cell.

Here, hung 'fore many a saint enshrin'd,
The cresset's ceaseless light,
Cheer'd, 'mid the melancholy main,
The fisher's lonely night,

Here did Northumbria's King ‡ perform
The vow to Heaven he made,
And consecrate, in victory's hour,
His infant Adelfled.

And long the priest the host had rais'd,
And solemn mass been said,
And long the dirge and requiem sung
For nun and warrior dead;

But on these shrines a Paynim foe §

His reckless vengeance hurl'd,
When Dania pour'd her warriors forth,
And her raven flag unfurl'd.
If still to Asia's classic shore
Th' inquiring Briton fly,

To learn where sleep the warrior Greeks
Or chiefs of conquer'd Troy,
Here too may Heorta's velvet sod
And long neglected shore,
A theme afford for epic verse,
Or song of British lore.

Here, may the Bard enthusiast tell,
How baron, priest, and thane
Were met, to wrest the holy tomb
From Paynim hand profane ||;
How, when the lion-hearted King ¶
His zealous bands array'd,
Here Pudsey's gallant Navy rode

And her red-cross flag display'd;
How erst the Bruce **, whose heart aspir'd
To Scotia's crown in vain,

His wealth with liberal hand bestow'd
On Heorta's wide domain.

-And lives there now, who views, unmov'd,

Thy glories, Heorta, fade?

History of Hartlepool, p. 3.

With the hum of busy trade? Unmov'd, behold the waving corn

O'er thy antient haven smile, And barbarous hands each relick proud Of gate and tower despoil? Thy ruin'd mole, thy haven fill'd

With the wintry ocean's sand, Invoke thy pitying Country's aid

And a Patron's powerful hand.
Full oft the grateful heart hath known
The wave-worn bark, and wearied crew
Thy shelt'ring harbour save
From many a wat❜ry grave.

Yet cold neglect from her Country's arm
Hangs over Heorta's walls,
While each return of winter wild
The fisher's heart appals.

O'er thee, alas! may seem extend
The prophet's dreadful ire;
And e'en in Britain's land exist
Another fated Tyre,

Where fishers on the shatter'd mole,
Whence the bursting wave recoils,
Lonely prepare their nightly nets

And hang their dripping toils.
Vain tho' the hope to see thee rear

Thy tower-charg'd crest again, Or warrior fleets from 'neath thy walls Gladden the Northern main, Th' Historic Muse hath dar'd for thee Her friendly hand to raise, Record the honours of thy youth, And the fame of elder days.

+ History of Hartlepool, p. 3.

History of Hartlepool, p. 19.