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Points to the fair, and good, and brave, and free,
And bids them view, and emulate, and be:
Through each young vein the tingling ardor glows,
And all tissus into Ganges flows.

Her too the social charities attend;
The foe she softens, and endears the friend.
- What wretch art thou, those desert wilds among,
Whose fearful footsteps shun the human throng?
Who fliest to forests, exil'd from thy kind,
And all thy youth's best transports left behind ?
Ah! by those streaming tears I know thee now,
And the despair that sits upon thy brow,
Devoted Paria!' outcast of thy race,
Thrown shivering from thy fellows' fond embrace:
Like a blue plague-spot, hapless thing! abhorr’d;
Thy touch pollution, and thy doom the sword!

Yet thee, even thee, shall heavenly Science greet,
Pierce with her sun-bright beams thy dark retreat;
Restore the blameless joys that once were thine,
And close without a cloud thy late decline.
Yes: thou again the bosom's glow shall prove,
The hand of friendship and the lip of love;
Thee shall the village-cot protect from harms,
And Brahmins clasp thee with fraternal arms.

Nor these th' illusions of poetic land,
Whose airy splendors mock the grasping hand.
Where Bhầgulpour uplifts her front sublime,
See to her topmost summits Clevelando climb;
Call from their craggy dens her savage swarm,
With learning polish, with affection warm;
Bid through their souls the flame ethereal thrill,
And mould their melting natures to his will.

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· Of the dreadful exclusion of these unhappy beings from society, a striking exemplification is given by St. Pierre, in his • Chaumière Indienne.' Their very shadow, in the estimation of the purer Hindu, literally pollutes what is passes over; and, if they happen to touch one of the Nayrs, or old nobles of Malabar (of the Khatre caste) they are not unfrequently cut down by his sword,

2 Is genus indocile ac dispersum montibus altis

Composuit, legesque dedit." This gentleman, who died in 1783, civilised the savages of his district chiefly by trusting himself among them unarmed, stating his benevolent purpose, and making occasional" presents to their wives and children. (llodges and Penn.)

Her tints Contentment to the scene applies,
And the waste desert blooms a paradise.

But chief Religion, venerable maid,
Raptur'd repairs where first her footsteps stray'd,
When down to earth she came, an angel guest;
And man, yet pure, her genial presence blest.
On Guilt's dark brow her glittering cross appears,
His sullied cheek is wash'd with pious tears;
And Ganges, hallow'd still for holier ends,
Death-stream no more,' his wave baptismal lends.

E'en now from yonder strand I see them move,
The mild evangelists of peace and love.
Unstain'd with Afric's blood, they bend their prows
Where in his fiery belt Dahomey glows;
Hoist round the stormy Cape their straining sail,
From Yemen's mountains woo the fragrant gale,
And bear (strange merchandise !) to Asia's shore
The Gospel's bright imperishable ore:
Unsold to deal its unbought wealth, their plan;
Their traffic, to redeem the soul of man.
To check their eager march, Tibetian snows
And Caggar's sands their trackless wilds oppose :
Onward they press at Duty's sacred call,
South, North, o'er Decan's ghauts and China's wall;
Stretch uncontroll'd their Saviour's gentle reign,
And art and nature bar their way in vain.
On mosques where late the lurid crescent shone,
Pagodas rear'd to shrine an idol-stone,
Seringham's walls spread many an acre o'er,
And the proud domes of gorgeous Gazipour3
Her banner'd cross victorious Albion waves,
Beneath that symbol strikes, beneath that symbol saves.

O beauteous Queen ! O dear-loved Mother-Isle!
T is each gallant aim, each generous toil.
For thee, while Fame her wreath of amaranth twines,
And with her palm thy native oak combines,
The succour'd orphan lisps his little prayer,
And the slave's shackles crumble in thine air.


It is one of the objects of Hindu superstition, to be carried (if possible) when expiring, to the banks of the Ganges.

2 “ Freely ye have receivedl, freely give.” (Matt. x. 8.) 3 For a description of this immense pagoda, see Craufurd's • Sketches,' I, 108, note. The mosque of Gazipour is the pride of Mahometan religious architecture.

Westminster Prologue and Epilogue for 1819. 383

With what delight thy winding shores I tread,
Catch thy white sails by busy Commerce spread,
With labouring gaze ascend thy rocky steeps,
Or hear thy thunder bellowing o'er the deeps
Heaven knows : and, hung th' event on vow of mine,
Thy cloudless sun should never know decline.

Hold then thy high career: while France essays
With poor intrigue to crop thy well-won bays,
And mask'd in traffic's or religion's robe,
Merchant or preacher, traverses the globe;
To shake thee, proof in Europe to alarms,
On Asia's plains with Holkar's faithless arms:
Pursue thy glorious course. Be this thy art,
Not to corrupt, but meliorate the heart:
Where'er mankind in gentile darkness lie,
Instruction's blessed radiance to supply ;
O'er the oppress'd soft mercy's dews to shed,
And crush with ruin the oppressor's head.

O haste your tardy coming, days of gold,
Long by prophetic minstrelsy foretold !
Where yon bright purple streaks the orient skies,
Rise Science, Freedom, Peace, Religion rise :
'Till, from Tanjore to farthest Samarcand,
In one wide lustre bask the glowing land;
And (Brahma from his guilty greatness hurld
With Mecca's Lord) Messiah rule the world!







Mr. Webber.
Bis universa patriæ necessitas,
Ut fas et æquum fuit, hanc Regiam domum
Vacare ludis prohibuit solennibus :

Nec nos acturos hanc de more fabulam,
Nec vos spectatum sivit intromittier.
Id ægre passi et fortiter tamen sumus,
Pietate deplorantes hoc tacita malum
Adeon' enim ignavus quisquam aut ferus siet,
Ut nec moveret Illa

spes Britanniæ
Desiderata, abreptumque Imperi decus,
Vel Illa, quam recentiorem plangimus,
Regina, Mater, et fidei et constantiæ
Exemplar, et morum, ingenique liberi ?
At heu! quo rursus auspicamur omine?
Quid hoc lugubre, quæso, vult silentium?
Quid ora circumquaque fertis, Hospites,
Humique moeste declinatis lumina ?
Quos quæritis, nusquam inveniuntur, et simul
(Si cujus ergo huc advenistis) gaudium
Evasit omne in mentis ægritudinem.
O Sors iniqua! O duplex infortunium,
Nec alterum anteponendum alteri—tamen
Fas est, te, te, tuis alumnis, O Pater,
Prius vocari, nunc eheu! novissimum:
Quem inexpectata mortis invidæ manus
Ætatis occupavit in meridie.
Ipse etenim alacris, plus æquo improvidus sui,
Dum morbus ægro flagitabat otium,
Laboriosus in suos, propere nimis
Agenda se recepit in negotia;
Quibus immolatus est honesta victima.
Grave et dolendum nobis hoc tamen malum
Remedio non caret, novo sub Auspice!
At liberos, ademto Patre, parvulos,
Viduamque matrem quis adeo solabitur?
Palam est tametsi (et ideo habemus gratias),
Quæ in hoc curavit Regia liberalitas,
Satisque vestra testis est quid“ Indoles
Nutrita faustis sub Penetralibus” valet-
Dehinc, Verende, ad te revertinuir, senex
Valere te jubemus ultimum tui,
Quos tu solebas præter omnes unice
Fovere; alii, quibuscum tu consortia
Propiora agebas; alii, ad Isidem quibus
Sub te magistro contigit succrescere;
Aliique, quos tandem, negotiis procul,
Et spretis, quos plerique avent, honoribus,
Recipere amabas ruris angulo latens.

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Ibi otiosus, at non idcirco tamen
Humaniorum obliviosus munerum,
Super senectæ tramitem facillimum
Devectus ævum traduxisti leniter,
Uti ministrum Evangeli dignissimum,
Uti probatum Philosophiæ diu ducem,
Civem, patronum, Pauperis patrem decet.
Felix! qui ita omnibus bonis amabilis
Vixit, ita flebilis periit, ut denique
In se vetusti non immemores benefici,
Circa cubile lacrymantes viderit
Ipsos verendi Regis ire filios.
Ergo valete, et ite nunc animæ piæ,
Ite in pace ad beatiora limina
Quid plura ? ludos nos acturos funebres
Putate, quales Roma dedicaverit
Bene meritis olim de Patria viris.


SYRUS-comitantibus Dæmonibus. Tunc Eschinus, Demea,

Ctesipho, Sannio.
Syrus—Pulchre equidem procedo hodie: Proh Jupiter! artem

Divinam! et nostro convenit ingenio.
Ipse olim servus, sceptrum et nova regna potitus,

Pennatus volito victor in ora virum.
Namque novum occepi quæstum ; chartæque diuræ

Editor, híc vestrum quæro patrocinium.
Omnia providi-sunt ornnia promta-ministri

Dæmones; et nunc, Dis gratia, fervet opus.
Edoceo quonam Respublica more geratur,

Quæ leges, et quæ bella ferenda meis :
Stat, cadit arbitrio nostro, et submissa veretur

Curia me, Cathedræ, Rostra, Theatra, Forum.
Nil hodie est quod non prælo committitur-Ecquis

Ambulat, aut equitat, navigat, orat, edit,
Fit nostri juris : nihil est quod condere possis,

Nil recitare! palam vivitur, atque agitur.
Sed quis adest? Ni fallor, herus; charissime, salve,

Æschine! (.Æsch,)—Salveto tu quoque, amice; novum
VOL. XX. Cl, J. NO. XL. 2 B

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