To his behefts, and act what you disdain, The manly zeal; but all your finews move The present to reclaim, the future race improve! Eftfoons by your joint efforts shall be quell'd Who where he cannot dictate ftrait obeys. Ne for th' atchievement of this great emprize The want of means or counsel may ye dread. From my TWIN-DAUGHTERS' fruitful wombs fhall rife A race of letter'd fages, deeply read In Learning's various writ: by whom y-led Through each well cultur'd plot, each beauteous grove, Where antique Wisdom whilom wont to tread, With mingled glee and profit may ye rove, And cull each virtuous plant, each tree of knowledge prove. LXXXVI. Your LXXXVI. Yourselves with virtue thus and knowledge fraught Of what, in ancient days of good or great Hiftorians, bards, philofophers have taught ; Join'd with whatever elfe of modern date Maturer judgment, fearch more accurate Discover'd have of Nature, Man, and God, May by new laws reform the time-worn state Of cell-bred difcipline, and fmoothe the road That leads through Learning's vale to Wisdom's bright abode. LXXXVII. By you invited to her fecret bow'rs Then fhall PÆDIA reafcend her throne "To Learning's richest treasures to prefer "The knowledge of the world, and man's great business there. LXXXVIII. On this prime fcience, as the final end Of all her difcipline, and nurturing care, fhall bend Her PÆDIA fixing aye eye Her every thought and effort to prepare Her Her tender pupils for the various war, Which Vice and Folly shall upon them wage, As on the perilous march of life they fare With prudent lore fore-arming every age 'Gainft Pleasure's treacherous joys,and Pain's embattled rage. LXXXIX. Then shall my youthful fons, to Wisdom led By fair example and ingenuous praife, With willing feet the paths of Duty tread ; Shall purge their minds from all impure allays Of fordid selfishness and brutal sense, And swell th' ennobled heart with bleft benevolence. Then alfo fhall this emblematick pile, By magick whilom fram'd to fympathize With all the fortunes of this changeful isle, Still, as my fons in fame and virtue rise, Grow with their growth, and to th' applauding fkies It's radiant cross up-lift; the while, to grace The multiplying niches, fresh supplies Of worthies fhall fucceed, with equal pacè Aye following their fires in virtue's glorious race. XCI. Fir'd XCI. Fir'd with th' idea of her future fame Who for their various merit erft renown'd, In this bright fane of glory fhrines of honour found. On thefe that royal dame her ravish'd eyes Forth from the ground the length'ning structure rise Those sculptur'd chiefs did fhew, and their great lives explain.r r Great lives explain.] I cannot forbear taking occafion from these words to make my acknowledgements to the writers of Biographia Britannica, for the pleasure and profit I have lately received from perusing the two first volumes of that ufeful and entertaining work, of which the monumental ftructure above mentioned, decorated with the statues of great and good men, is no improper emblem. This work, which contains the lives of the most eminent perfons, who have flourished in Great Britain and Ireland, from the earliest ages, down to the present time, appears to me, as far as it has hitherto gone, to be executed with great fpirit, accuracy, and judgment; and deferves, in my opinion, to be encouraged by all, who have at heart the honour of their country, and that of their particular families and friends; and who can any ways affift the ingenious and laborious authors, to render as perfect as poffible, a defign fo apparently calculated to ferve the publick, by fetting in the trueft and fulleft light the characters of perfons already generally, though perhaps too indiftinctly known; and reviving from obfcurity and oblivion, examples of private and retired merit, which, though less glaring and oftentatious than the former, are not, however, of a lefs extenfive or less beneficial influence. To thofe, who may happen not to have seen this repofitory of British glory, I cannot give a better idea of it, than in the following lines of Virgil: Hic manus ob patriam pugnando vulnera paffi ; Virg. Æn. L. 6. The End of the FIRST CANTO. VOL. IV. D PEN |