Thro' many a field of moral and divine

The Muse has stray'd, and much of sorrow seen.
O'er friends deceas'd full heartily she wept;
Of love divine the wonders she display'd;
Prov'd Man immortal; shew'd the source of joy;
The grand tribunal rais'd; assign'd the bounds
Of human grief. In few, to close the whole,
The moral Muse has shadow'd out a sketch,
Tho' not in form, nor with a Raphael stroke,
Of most our weakness needs believe or do,
In this our land of travail and of hope,
For peace on earth, or prospect of the skies,

NIGHT IX.

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The Muse has stray'd, and much of sorrow seen.
O'er friends deceas'd full heartily she wept;
Of love divine the wonders she display'd;
Prov'd Man immortal; shew'd the source of joy;
The grand tribunal rais'd; assign'd the bounds
Of human grief. In few, to close the whole,
The moral Muse has shadow'd out a sketch,
Tho' not in form, nor with a Raphael stroke,
Of most our weakness needs believe or do,
In this our land of travail and of hope,
For peace on earth, or prospect of the skies,

NIGHT IX.

LONDON:

Printed for, and under the Direction of,

G. CAWTHORN, British Library, STRAND.

M DCC XCVI.

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THE LIFE OF

DR. EDWARD YOUNG.

THERE
HERE is no remark more true, and none more
trite, than that the lives of poets, of philosophers, of
men of study, indeed, in general, seldom furnish ma-
terials for the pen of Biography, by any means so
striking in themselves, or so interesting to the multi-
tude of readers, as the lives of warriors, of states-
men, , and such other characters as have been eminently
distinguished in scenes of publick activity and national
enterprise. Of the literati, few ever mixed less, upon
the whole, with what is termed the world, than the
reverend and truly immortal Author of the Night-
Thoughts; a circumstance in no ways to be regretted,
however, when we reflect to what noble, to what
godlike purposes he devoted all the solitary hours of
a life lengthened to a period far beyond what man is
commonly destined to enjoy.

This illustrious favourite of the Muses, and ornament of the present century, was the son of the Rev. Mr. Edward Young, a learned and pious divine of the Church of England, of whom there are still extant two volumes of sermons, which able judges have not scrupled to pronounce among the most valuable in our language.

The year in which our Poet was born seems.not to be positively known, but in all probability it must have been in or about 1679. Alike animated to excel