And never more these eyes o’erflow Long on the ocean tempest-tost, Har. My father's castle springs to sight; Ye towers that gave me to the light! O hills! O vales! where I have play'd; Ye woods, that wrap me in your shade! O scenes I've often wander'd o'er! O scenes I shall behold no more! I take a long, last, lingering view: Adieu! my native land, adieu ! O father, mother, brother dear! Hen. Thy friends, thy father's house resign; My friends, my house, my all is thine, Awake, arise, my wedded wife, To higher thoughts, and happier life! For thee the marriage feast is spread, For thee the virgins 'deck the bed ; The star of Venus shines above, And all thy future life is love, They rise, the dear domestic hours ! In cheerful peace the morn ascends, Connubial love has dearer names, And finer ties, and sweeter claims, • Than e'er unwedded hearts can feel, Than wedded hearts can e'er reveal ; : Pure as the charities above, Rise the sweet sympathies of love; Like cherubs new come from the skies, · Henrys and Harriets round us rise; VOL. VI., H And playing wanton in the hall, ROBERT CRAGGS, EARL NUGENT. ROBERT CRAGGs was descended from the Nugents of Carlanstown, in the county of Westmeath, and was a younger son of Michael Nugent, by the daughter of Robert Lord Trimleston. In the year 1741, he was elected member of parliament for St. Mawes, in Cornwall; and, becoming attached to the party of the Prince of Wales, was appointed (in 1747) comptroller of his Royal Highness's household. On the death of the Prince he made his peace with the court, and was named successively a lord of the treasury, one of the vice-treasurers of Ireland, and a lord of trade. In 1767 he was created Viscount Nugent and Baron Clare. He was twice married. His second wife, with whom he acquired a large fortune, was sister and heiress to Secretary Craggs, the friend of Addison. His political character was neither independent nor eminent, except for such honours as the court could bestow; but we are told, that in some instances he stood forth as an advocate for the interests of Ireland. His zeal for the manufactures of his native island induced him, on one occasion, to present the Queen with a new-year's gift of Irish grogram, accompanied with a copy of verses; and it was wickedly alleged, that her Majesty had returned her thanks to the noble author for both his pieces of stuff. A volume of his poems was published, anonymously, by Dodsley in 1739. Lord Orford remarks, that “ he was one of those men of parts, whose dawn “ was the brightest moment of a long life.” He was first known by a very spirited ode on his conversion from popery; yet he relapsed to the faith which he had abjured. On the circumstance of his re-conversion it is uncharitable to lay much stress against his memory. There have been instances of it in men, whom either church would have been proud to appropriate. But it cannot be denied, that his poem on Faith formed, at a late period of his life, an anti-climax to the first promise of his literary talents; and though he possessed abilities, and turned them to his private account, he rose to no public confidence as a statesman. ODE TO WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQ. Remote from liberty and truth, By fortune's crime, my early youth · Drank error's poison’d springs, · Taught by dark creeds and mystic law, Wrapt up in reverential awe, i I bow'd to priests and kings. Soon reason dawn'd, with troubled sight Afflicted and afraid, Along the dubious shade. ; Restless I roam'd, when from afar Lo, Hooker shines! the friendly star . Sends forth a steady ray. Thus cheer'd, and eager to pursue, Locke spreads the realms of day. Now warm’d with noble Sidney's page, Now wrapt in Plato's dream, And trace the flatt'ring scheme. |