Where all are conscious of her cares,
And each the power, that rules him, shares;
Here let the bard, whose daftard tongue
Leaves public arguments unfung,

Bid public praise farewel:

Let him to fitter climes remove,

Far from the heroe's and the patriot's love,

And lull mysterious monks to flumber in their cell.
IV. 3.

O Haftings, not to all

Can ruling heav'n the fame endowments lend:
Yet ftill doth nature to her offspring call,

That to one general weal their different powers they bend,
Unenvious. Thus alone, though strains divine

Inform the bofom of the Muse's fon;

Though with new honours the patrician's line
Advance from age to age; yet thus alone
They win the fuffrage of impartial fame.
The poet's name

Whofe lays the foul with noblest paffions move.

But thee, O progeny of heroes old,

Thee to feverer toils thy fate requires:

The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould,
The grateful country of thy fires,

VOL. VI.

C

Thee

Thee to fublimer paths demand;
Sublimer than thy fires could trace,

Or thy own EDWARD teach his race,

Though Gaul's proud genius fank beneath his hand,

V. I.

From rich domains and subject farms,
They led the ruftic youth to arms;

And kings their stern atchievements fear'd;
While private ftrife their banners rear'd.
But loftier scenes to thee are shown,
Where empire's wide-establish'd throne
No private mafter fills :

Where, long foretold, The People reigns:
Where each a vaffal's humble heart disdains;

And judgeth what he fees; and, as he judgeth, wills.

Va 2.

Here be it thine to calm and guide

The fwelling democratic tide;

To watch the state's uncertain frame,

And baffle faction's partial aim:
But chiefly, with determin'd zeal,
To quell that fervile band, who kneel
To freedom's banish'd foes;

That monster, which is daily found

Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound;

Yet dreads to handle arms, nor manly counsel knows.

• Edward the Third; from whom defcended Henry Hastings, third Earl of Huntingdon, by the daughter of the Duke of Clarence, brother to Edward the Fourth.

V. 3.

'Tis highest heaven's command,

That guilty aims fhould fordid paths pursue:
That what enfnares the heart should curb the hand,
And virtue's worthless foes be false to glory toc.

But look on freedom. See, through every age,
What labours, perils, griefs, hath fhe difdain'd!
What arms, what regal pride, what priestly rage,
Have her dread offspring conquer'd or fuftain'd!
For Albion well have conquer'd. Let the strains
Of happy fwains,

Which now refound

Where Scarsdale's cliffs the fwelling paftures bound,
Bear witness. There, oft let the farmer hail
The facred orchard which imbowers his gate,
And fhew to strangers paffing down the vale,
Where Candish, Booth, and Osborne fatef;
When bursting from their country's chain,
Even in the midst of deadly harms,
Of papal fnares and lawless arms,

They plann'd for freedom this her aweful reign.

f At Whittington, a village on the edge of Scarfdale in Derbyshire, the Earls of Devonshire and Danby, with the Lord Delamere, privately concerted the plan of the Revolution. The houfe at which they met is at prefent a farm-house; and the country people diftinguish the room where they fat by the name of "the plotting parlour."

VI. 1.

This reign, thefe laws, this publice care,
Which Naffau gave us all to share,

Had ne'er adorn' the English name,
Could fear have filenc'd freedom's claim.
But fear in vain attempts to bind

Those lofty efforts of the mind

Which focial good infpires;

Where men, for this, affault a throne, Each adds the common welfare to his own;

And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquires

VI. 2.

Say, was it thus, when late we view'd

Our fields in civil blood imbrued?

When fortune crown'd the barbarous hoft,

And half the astonish'd ifle was loft?

Did one of all that vaunting train,

Who dare affront a peaceful reign,
Durft one in arms appear?

Durft one in counfels pledge his life?

Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife?

Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer?

VI. 3.

Yet, HASTINGS, these are they,

Who challenge to themselves thy country's love: T The true; the conftant who alone can weigh What glory fhould demand, or liberty approve!

But

But let their works declare them.

Thy free powers,

The generous powers of thy prevailing mind,
Not for the tasks of their confederate hours,
Lewd brawls and lurking flander, were defign'd.
Be thou thy own approver. Honest praise
Oft nobly sways

Ingenuous youth:

But, fought from cowards and the lying mouth,
Praise is reproach. Eternal GoD alone
For mortals fixeth that fublime award.
He, from the faithful records of his throne,
Bids the hiftorian and the bard
Difpofe of honour and of fcorn;

Discern the patriot from the flave ;
And write the good, the wife, the brave,
For leffons to the multitude unborn.