"True to the bias of our kind 'Tis happiness we wish to find. In rural scenes retir'd we sought In vain the dear, delicious draught, Though blest with love's indulgent store, We found we wanted something more. 'Twas company, 'twas friends to share The bliss we languish'd to declare, 'Twas social converse, change of scene, To soothe the sullen hour of spleen; Short absences to wake desire, And sweet regrets to fan the fire.

"We left the lonesome place; and found, In dissipation's giddy round,

A thousand novelties to wake

The springs of life and not to break.
As, from the nest not wand'ring far,
In light excursions through the air,
The feather'd tenants of the grove
Around in mazy circles move,

(Sip the cool springs that murm'ring flow,
Or taste the blossom on the bough)
We sported freely with the rest;

And, still returning to the nest,

In easy

mirth we chatted o'er

The trifles of the day before.

"Behold us now, dissolving quite

In the full ocean of delight;
In pleasures ev'ry hour employ,
Immers'd in all the world calls joy;

Our affluence easing the expense
Of splendour, and magnificence;
Our company, the exalted set

Of all that's gay, and all that's great:
Nor happy yet!-and where's the wonder!-
We live, my dear, too much asunder."

As makes our home the more our own,
As from the heart's impelling pow'r
The life-blood pours its genial store;
Though, taking each a various way,
The active streams meand'ring play
Through ev'ry artery, ev'ry vein,
All to the heart return again;
From thence resume their new career,
But still return, and centre there:
So real happiness below

Must from the heart sincerely flow;
Nor, list'ning to the syren's song,
Must stray too far, or rest too long.
All human pleasures thither tend;
Must there begin, and there must end;
Must there recruit their languid force,
And gain fresh vigour from their source.

RICHARD GLOVER.

BORN 1712.-DIED 1785.

RICHARD GLOVER was the son of a Hamburgh merchant, in London, and was born in St. Martin'slane, Cannon-street. He was educated at the school of Cheam, in Surrey; but, being intended for trade, was never sent to the university. This circumstance did not prevent him from applying assiduously to classical learning; and he was, in the competent opinion of Dr. Warton, one of the best Greek scholars of his time. This fact is worth mentioning, as it exhibits how far a determined mind may connect the pursuits, and even distinctions of literature, with an active employment. His first poetical effort was a poem to the memory of Sir Isaac Newton, which was written at the age of sixteen; and which his friend, Dr. Pemberton, thought fit to prefix to a "View of the Newtonian Philosophy," which he published. Dr. Pemberton, who was a man of more science than taste, on this and on some other occasions, addressed the public with critical eulogies on the genius of Glover, written with an excess of admiration, which could be pardoned only for its sincerity. It gives us a higher idea of the youthful promises of his mind, to find that the intelligent poet Green had the same prepossession in his favour. Green says of him, in the "Spleen,"

"But there's a youth, that you can name,
"Who needs no leading-strings to fame;
"Whose quick maturity of brain,
"The birth of Pallas may explain."

At the age of twenty-five he published nine books of his "Leonidas." The poem was immediately taken up with ardour by Lord Cobham, to whom it was inscribed, and by all the readers of verse, and leaders of politics, who professed the strongest attachment to liberty. It ran rapidly through three editions, and was publicly extolled by the pen of Fielding, and by the lips of Chatham. Even Swift, in one of his letters from Ireland, drily inquires of Pope, "who is this Mr. Glover who writ Leonidas,' "which is reprinting here, and hath great vogue?" Over-rated as "Leonidas" might be, Glover stands acquitted of all attempts or artifice to promote its popularity by false means. He betrayed no irritation in the disputes which were raised about its merit; and his personal character appears as respectable in the ebb as in the flow of his poetical reputation.

In the year 1739 he published his poem "London; or the Progress of Commerce," in which, instead of selecting some of those interesting views of the progress of social life and civilization, which the subject might have afforded, he confined himself to exciting the national spirit against the Spaniards. This purpose was better effected by his ncarly cotemporary ballad of "Hosier's Ghost."

His talents and politics introduced him to the notice and favour of Frederick, Prince of Wales, whilst he maintained an intimate friendship with the chiefs of the opposition. In the mean time, he pursued the business of a merchant in the city, and was an able auxiliary to his party by his eloquence at public meetings, and by his influence with the mercantile body. Such was the confidence in his knowledge and talents, that in 1743 the merchants of London deputed him to plead, in behalf of their neglected rights, at the bar of the house of commons, a duty which he fulfilled with great ability. In 1744, he was offered an employment of a very different kind, being left a bequest of 500l. by the Duchess of Marlborough, on condition of his writing the duke's life, in conjunction with Mallet. He renounced this legacy, while Mallet accepted it, but never fulfilled the terms. Glover's rejection of the offer was the more honourable, as it came at a time when his own affairs were so embarrassed, as to oblige him to retire from business, for several years, and to lead a life of the strictest economy During his distresses, he is said to have received from the Prince of Wales a present of 500l. In the year 1751, his friends in the city made an attempt to obtain for him the office of city chamberlain; but he was unfortunately not named as a candidate, till the majority of votes had been engaged to Sir Thomas Harrison. The speech which he made to the livery on this occasion did him much honour, both for the liberality with which he spoke of his success