Which served his country best, let story shew, Faults are in all; but here the difference lies, Who loves mankind by social duty taught, Of some gay baubles, which the world admire; When blasted with the name of plunderer: Jugurtha murder'd, bribed, and fought his way Two against One. Our Grandsire Adam was full sad On t'other hand he grew quite mad, He needs must let his fair one go, "Twas Two to One! what could he do; In short the man was cheated; Had he been wise, or she been true, The devil had been defeated. RICHARD WEST. 1716-1742. The friend of Gray, whose friendship has preserved his name and procured him a place among the English Poets. He had written but two Poems in his native language, of which one is original. Ode to May. DEAR Gray! that always in my heart Possessest far the better part, What mean these sudden blasts that rise, Come fairest nymph! resume thy reign, Bring all the graces in thy train: With balmy breath and flowery tread Awake, in all thy glories drest, See! all her wants demand thy aid, Come then with pleasure at thy side, And heaven and earth be glad at heart.. JOSIAH RELPH. Sebergham, Cumberland, 1712—1749. The life of this interesting man has been written with much feeling by his countryman the late learned Mr. Boucher. He was the son of a Cumberland Statesman, who on a paternal inheritance which could not exceed, if it even amounted to, thirty pounds a year, brought up a family of three sons and a daughter, one of whom he educated for a learned profession. Josiah was sent first to Appleby School,-one of the many excellent schools of this country, then to Glasgow; he afterwards engaged in a grammar school in his native place, and succeeded to the perpetual curacy there, but there is no reason to believe, that his income was ever more than fifty pounds. It appears from his diary that his step-mother was harsh and unkind to him and to his sister, whom he dearly loved, the father siding with his wife; an injury which he felt the more poignantly from his having either entirely, or very near, made up to him all the expense he had been at in his education. "In a lonely dell," says Mr. Boucher, "by a murmuring stream, under the canopy of heaven, he had provided himself a table and a stool, and a little raised seat or altar of sods; hither in all his difficulties and distresses, in imitation of his Saviour, he retired and prayed; rising from his knees he generally committed to paper the meditation on which he had been employed, or the resolves he had then formed. On business and emergencies which he deemed still more momentous, he with |