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Would you the ruin'd merchant's soul appease,
Think on the laurels that his temples fhade,
Forbear. 'Tis cruel further to commend;
I wake your forrow, and again offend.
ON HIS HAVING FINISHED HIS TRANSLATION OF HOME R'S ILIA D.
A WELCOME FROM GREECE.
LONG haft thou, friend! been abfent from my foil,
Thy daily labours, and thy night's annoy,
On the wide fea, oft' threatening to destroy: Methinks with thee I've trod Sigæan ground, And heard the shores of Hellefpont refound.
Did I not fee thee when thou first fett'ft fail
Did I not fee thy finking fpirits fail,
And wish thy bark had never left the strand?
A clofe imitation of the beginning of the 46th Canto of the "Orlando Furiofo.' Mr. Gay has even adopted the measure of his original, and has comprized his defign in almoft the fame number of lines, viz. in twenty-one octave ftanzas, inftead of nineteen. S.
Ev'n in mid ocean often didft thou quail,
And oft' lift up thy holy eye and hand, Praying the Virgin dear, and faintly choir, Back to the port to bring thy bark entire.
Chear up, my friend! thy dangers now are o'er;
Now pass we Gravefend with a friendly wind,
And Tilbury's white fort, and long Blackwall;
I fee his chimney fmoke, and hear him fay,
Come in, my friends here fhall ye dine and lie,
And fup, and breakfast on, (if ye comply)
For now I fee, I fee proud London's fpires;
Oh, what a concourse swarms on yonder quay !
Who come in crouds to welcome thee from Troy. Hail to the bard, whom long as loft we mourn'd; From fiege, from battle, and from storm, return'd ! VIL
Of goodly dames, and courteous knights, I view
The filken petticoat, and broider’d vest;
Yea peers, and mighty dukes, with ribbands blue,
By no court-badge diftinguifh'd from the reft:
What lady's that, to whom he gently bends?
This perfon is mentioned in Pope's Epistle to Arbuthnot, ver. 23.
"Arthur, whofe giddy fon neglects the laws,
Imputes to me, and my damn'd works, the cause.”
The sweet-tongued Murray near her fide attends;
I fee two lovely fisters, hand in hand,
The fair-hair'd Martha, and Terefa brown; Madge Bellenden, the talleft of the land;
And smiling Mary, soft and fair as down. Yonder I fee the chearful dutchess stand,
For friendship, zeal, and blithsome humours known: Whence that loud shout in such a hearty strain? Why, all the Hamiltons are in her train.
See next the decent Scudamore advance,
With Winchelfea, ftill meditating fong:
With her perhaps Mifs Howe came there by chance,
But now behold the female band retire,
And the fhrill mufick of their voice is ftill'd
She afterwards married Booth the player. S. + Mrs Bicknell, the actrefs, is mentioned in the Spectator, Tatler, and Guardian, with applaufe. S.