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TO THE EVENING STAR.
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 generous liquors I regale,
There's room for more; so to compleat the band, Your wife shall bring fair Innocence * in band, Should Cayet 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, Woe to the regions where thy terrors fall! Hail to thy tempests, which the deep deform, Thrice hail, thy ruthless hurricane and storm! Now Eolus, let forth thy mightiest blast, By land to rock the spire, by sea the mast; Let earth and ocean feel thy potent sway, And give thy blasts their full irnpetuous way. For lo! the fiery horses of the sun Through the twelve signs their rapid course have run; Time, like a serpent, bites his forked tail, And winter on a goat bestrides the gale : Rough blows the north wind near Arcturus' star, And sweeps, unrein’d, across the polar bar, On the world's confines, where the sea-bears prowl, And Greenland whales, like moving islands, roll. There, through the skies, on brooms, are seen to ride, The Lapland wizard, and his hellish bride; There on a sledge, the rein-deer bears the swaia To meet his n istress on the frost-bound plain : Have mercy, Winter !for we own thy power, Thy flooding deluge, and thy drenching shower;
* A young lady tben resident with Dr. H. + The Printer of the Gentleman's Magazine.
Yes, we acknowledge what thy prowess can,
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:
PORN 1929, DIED 1786.
i 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 sweet ness of temper, and thorough goodness of heart."
(Mr. Nichols, Gent. Mag. for March, 1786.)
-« The same desires, the same ingenious arts Delighted both ;-we ound and bless'd the Power That join'd at once, our studies and our hearts."
(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 unnecessary, were it not delightful to pay that tribute wherever we think it due.
The Rev. John Duncombe was the only son of Wiiliam Duncombe, Esq. a man of learning, literary habits,