And each foft virtue that the fex adorns,
Adorn'd the woman. My imperfect ftrain
Can ill defcribe the tranfports Junio felt
At this discovery: He declar'd his love;
She own'd his merit, nor refus'd his hand.
And fhall not hymen light his brightest torch,
For this delighted pair? Ah, Junio knew,
His fire detefted his Theana's houfe!-
Thus duty, reverence, gratitude, confpir'd
To check their happy union. He refolv'd
(And many a figh that refolution.coft)
To pafs the time, till death his fire remov'd,
In vifiting old Europe's letter'd climes :
While the (and many a tear that parting drew)
Embark'd, reluctant, for her native ifle.

Tho' learned, curious, and tho' nobly bent,
With each rare talent to adorn his mind,
His native land to ferve; no joys he found.-
Yet fprightly Gaul; yet Belgium, Saturn's reign;
Yet Greece, of old the feat of ev'ry mufe,
Of freedom, courage; yet Aufonia's clime,
His fteps explor'd; where painting, mufic's ftrains,
Where arts, where laws, (philofophy's beft child)
With rival beauties, his attention claim'd.
To his juft-judging, his inftructed eye,
The all-perfect Medicean Venus feem'd
A perfect femblance of his Indian fair:
But, when she spoke of love, her voice furpass'd
The harmonious warblings of Italian fong.

Twice one long year elaps'd, when letters came, Which briefly told him of his father's death. Afflicted, filial, yet to Heaven refign'd,

Soon he reach'd Albion, and as foon embark'd,
Eager to clafp the object of his love.

Blow, profperous breezes; fwiftly fail, thou Po:
Swift fail'd the Po, and happy breezes blew.
In Bifcay's ftormy feas an armed fhip,

Of force fuperior, from loud Charente's wave
Clapt them on board. The frighted flying crew
Their colours ftrike; when dauntlefs Junio, fir'd
With noble indignation, kill'd the chief,
Who on the bloody deck dealt flaughter round.
The Gauls retreat; the Britons loud huzza;
And touch'd with shame, with emulation stung,

So plied their cannon, plied their miffile fires,
That foon in air the hapless thunderer blew.
Blow, profperous breezes; fwiftly fail, thou Po:
May no more dangerous fights retard thy way!
Soon Porto Santo's rocky heights they 'fpy,
Like clouds dim rifing in the diftant fky.,
Glad Eurus whiftles; laugh the fportive crew;
Each fail is fet to catch the favouring gale,
While on the yard-arm the harpooner fits,
Strikes the boneta, or the fhark infnares.
The little Nautilus with purple pride
Expands his fails, and dances o'er the waves:
Small winged fishes on the fhrouds alight;
And beauteous dolphins gently play'd around.
Tho' fafter than the Tropic-bird they flew,
Oft Junio cried, ah! when shall we fee land?
Soon land they made and now in thought he clafp'd
His Indian bride, and deem'd his toils o'erpaid.
She, no lefs anxious, every evening walk'd
On the cool margin of the purple main,
Intent her Junio's veffel to defcry.

One eve, (faint calms for many a day had rag'd).
The winged dæmons of the tempeft rofe;

Thunder, and rain, and light'ning's awful power.
She fled could innocence, could beauty claim
Exemption from the grave; the ethereal bolt,
That ftretch'd her fpeechlefs, o'er her lovely head
Had innocently roll'd.

Mean while, impatient Junio leapt afhore,
Regardless of the dæmons of the ftorm.

Ah, youth what woes, too great for man to bear,
Are ready to burst on thee? Urge not fo

Thy flying courfer. Soon Theana's porch

Received him at his fight, the ancient flaves

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Affrighted fhriek, and to the chamber point:

Confounded, yet unknowing what they meant, fin stre

He enter'd hafty

Ah! what a fight for one who lov'd fo well!
All pale and cold, in every feature death,

Theana lay and yet a glimpfe of joy

Play'd on her face, while with faint, faultering voice, She thus addrefs'd the youth, whom yet the knew. "Welcome, my Junio, to thy native fhore! "Thy fight repays this fummons of my fate:

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"Live, and live happy; fometimes think of me:
By night, by day, you ftill engag'd my care;
"And next to God, you now my thoughts employ:
"Accept of this-My little all I give;
"Would it were larger"- -Nature could no more ;
She look'd, embrac'd him, with a groan expir'd.

But fay, what ftrains, what language can exprefs
The thousand pangs which tore the lover's breast?
Upon her breathlefs corfe himfelf he threw,
And to her clay-cold lips, with trembling hafte,
Ten thousand kiffes gave. He ftrove to fpeak;
Nor words he found he clafpt her in his arms;
He figh'd, he fwoon'd, look'd up, and died away.
One grave contains this hapless, faithful pair;
And ftill the cane-ifles tell their matchlefs love!

The SPLENDID SHILLING. An Imitation of MILTON. [J. PHILIPS.]

Hin filken or in leathern purfe retains

APPY the man, who void of cares and ftrife,

A Splendid Shilling: He nor hears with pain
New oyfters cry'd, nor fighs for chearful ale;
But with his friends, when nightly mifts arife,
To Juniper's Magpye, or Town-Hall repairs:
Where, mindful of the nymph, whose wanton eye
Transfix'd his foul, and kindled amorous flames,
Chloe, or Phillis; he each circling glafs
Wifheth her health, and joy, and equal love.
Mean while he fmoaks and laughs at merry tale,
Or Pun ambiguous, or Conundrum quaint..
But I, whom griping penury furrounds,
And hunger, fure attendant upon want,
With fcanty offals, and fmall acid tiff
(Wretched repaft!) my meagre corps sustain :
Then folitary walk, or doze at home
In garret vile, and with a warming puff
Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black
As winter chimney, or well-polifh'd jet,
Exhale Mundungus, ill-perfuming scent:
Not blacker tube, nor of a fhorter fize
Smoaks Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree,
Sprung from Cadwalladar and Arthur, kings
Full famous in romantic tale) when he
O'er many a craggy hill, and barren cliff,

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Upon a cargo of fam'd Ceftrian cheese,
High over-fhadowing rides, with a defign
To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart,
Or Maridunum, or the ancient town
Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream
Encircles Ariconium, fruitful foil,

Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie
With Maffic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.

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Thus, while my joylefs minutes tedious flow,
With looks demure, and filent pace, a Dun,
Horrible monster! hated by gods and men,
To my aerial citadel afcends:

With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the folemn found.
What fhould I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd,
Confounded, to the dark recefs I fly

Of wood-hole; ftrait my bristling hairs erect
Thro' fudden fear; a chilly fweat bedews
My fhudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell!)
My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;
So horrible he feems! his faded brow

Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard,
And spreading band, admir'd by modern faints,
Difaftrous acts forebode; in his right hand
Long ferolls of paper folemnly he waves,
With characters, and figures dire infcrib'd,
Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods avert
Such plagues from righteous men !) behind him ftalks
Another monfter, not unlike himfelf,
Sullen of afpect, by the vulgar call'd

A Catchpole, whofe polluted hands the gods han s
With force incredible, and magic charms,
Erft have endu'd; if he his ample palm
Should haply on ill-fated fhoulder lay
Of Debtor, ftrait his body, to the touch
Obfequious, (as whilom knights were wont)
To fome enchanted caftle is convey'd,
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains
In durance ftrict detain him, till in form; add
Of money, Pallas fets the captive free.

Beware, ye debtors, when ye walk beware,
Be circumfpect; oft with infidious ken

This caitiff eyes your fteps aloof, and oft vum

Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave,
Prompt to enchant fome inadvertent wretch
With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets fing)
Grimalkin to domestic vermin fworn
An everlasting foe, with watchful eye
Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap,
Protending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice
Sure ruin. So her difembowell'd web
Arachne in a hall, or kitchen spreads,
Obvious to vagrant flies: She secret ftands
Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Inextricable, nor will aught avail

Their arts, or arms, or fhapes of lovely hue;
The wafp infidious, and the buzzing drone,
And butterfly proud of expanded wings
Diftinct with gold, entangled in her fnares,
Ufelefs refiftance make: with eager ftrides,
She tow'ring flies to her expected fpoils;
Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood
Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave
Their bulky carcaffes triumphant drags.

So pafs my days. But when nocturnal fhades
This world envelop, and th' inclement air
Perfuades men to repel benumbing frofts

With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood;
Me lonely fitting, nor the glimmering light
Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Of loving friend delights; diftrefs'd, forlorn,
Amidft the horrors of the tedious night,

Darkling I figh, and feed with difmal thoughts
My anxious mind; or fometimes mournful verse
Indite, and fing of groves and myrtle fhades,
Or defperate lady near a purling stream,
Or lover pendent on a willow-tree.

Mean while, I labour with eternal drought,

And reftlefs with, and rave; my parched throat
Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose:

But if a flumber haply does invade

My weary limbs, my fancy, ftill awake,
Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream

Tipples imaginary pots of ale:

In vain; awake I find the fettled thirftand aid yon bo
Still gnawing, and the pleasant phanton curfe.onlw 350

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Thus