No. XXII.

O DE,

By the REV. THOMAS WARTON, B. D.

Fellow of Trinity College, in Oxford, late Profeffor of Poetry in that University, and now Poet Laureat to his Majefty.

AMID the thunder of the war,

True Glory guides no echoing car.;
Nor bids the fword her bays bequeath;
Nor ftains with blood her brightest wreath:
No plumed hoft her tranquil triumphs own :
Nor fpoils of murder'd multitudes she brings,
To fwell the state of her diftinguish'd kings,
And deck her chofen throne.

On that fair throne, to Britain dear,
With the flowering olive twin'd,

High fhe hangs the hero's fpear;

And there, with all the palms of peace combin'd;

Her unpolluted hands the milder trophy rear.
To kings like these, her genuine theme,

The Muse a blameless homage pays;
To GEORGE, of kings like these fupreme,
She wishes honour'd length of days,
Nor prostitutes the tribute of her lays.

'Tis

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'Tis his to bid neglected genius glow,
And teach the regal bounty how to flow;
His tutelary fceptre's sway

The vindicated Arts obey,
And hail their patron King:

'Tis his to judgment's steady line
Their flights fantastic to confine,
And yet expand their wing:

The fleeting forms of Fashion to restrain,
And bind capricious Tafte in Truth's eternal chain.
Sculpture, licentious now no more,
From Greece her great example takes,
With Nature's warmth the marble wakes,
And fpurns the toys of modern lore :

In native beauty, fimply plann'd,
Corinth, thy tufted fhafts afcend;
The Graces guide the painter's hand,
His magic mimicry to blend.

While fuch the gifts his reign bestows,

Amid the proud display,

Thofe gems around the throne he throws

That fhed a fofter ray:

While from the fummits of fublime Renown
He wafts his favour's univerfal gale,

With those sweet flowers he binds a crown

That bloom in Virtue's humble vale.

With rich munificence, the nuptial tye,

Unbroken, he combines

Confpicuous in a nation's eye,

The facred pattern shines!

Fair Science to reform, reward, and raife,
To spread the luftre of domeftic praise;
To foster Emulation's holy flame,
To build Society's majestic frame:
Mankind to polish and to teach,
Be this the monarch's aim;
Above Ambition's gaint-reach
The monarch's meed to claim.

THE

THE illuftrious Arbiters, of whom we may with great truth describe the noble Earl as the very alter-ipfe of Macenas, and the worthy Pierot, as the most correct counterpart of Petronius, had carefully revised the whole of the preceding productions, and had indulged the defeated ambition of restlefs and afpiring Poetry, with a most impartial and elaborate Scrutiny, (the whole account of which, faithfully tranflated from the Italian of Signor Delpini, and the English of the Earl of Salisbury, will, in due time, be submitted to the inspection of the curious) were preparing to make a legal return, when an event happened that put a final period to their proceedings.-The following is a correct account of this interesting oc

currence:

ON Sunday the 17th of the present month, to wit, July, Anno Domini, 1785,

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1785, juft as his Majefty was afcending the stairs of his gallery, to attend divine worship at WINDSOR, he was furprized by the appearance of a little, thick, fquat, red-faced man, who, in a very odd dress, and kneeling upon one knee, presented a piece of paper for the Royal acceptation. His Majesty, amazed at the fight of fuch a figure in fuch a place, had already given orders to one of the attendant beef-eaters to difmifs him from his prefence, when, by a certain hafty fpafmodic mumbling, together with two or three prompt quotations from Virgil, the perfon was difcovered to be no other than the Rev. Mr. Thomas Warton himself, dreffed in the official vefture of his profefforfhip, and

the

paper which he held in his hand being nothing elfe but a fair-written petition, defigned for the inspection of his Majefty, our gracious Sovereign, made up for the feeming rudeness of the first reception, by a hearty embrace on recognition;

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