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Miſs Martha More to Sarah Frowd

The
Female Geniad;

A Poem.

Inscribed To
Mrs. Crespigny.

By Elizabeth Ogilvy Benger,
Of Portsmouth;
Written at the Age of Thirteen.

London:
Printed for T. Hookham and J. Carpenter, No 147, New, and 15, Old
Bond-Street
; and C. and G. Kearsley, No 46, Fleet-Street. 17911791.

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Poetical Dedication to Mrs. Crespigny.

To ſue protection for my artleſs ſtrain

On female geniuſes, I mus’d awhile:

Then, trembling, prompted by the voice of Fame,

I dar’d intreat Creſpigny’s chearing ſmile.

Accept the tribute of an humble lay,

That one unknown from veil’d retirement pays;

Who tho’ eſtrang’d from Fortune’s kindly ray,

Yet heard, and wiſh’d to ſing Creſpigny’s praiſe.

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When led by Fancy, gaily have you ſtray’d

Thro’ fair Caſtalia; whilſt the Muſe inſpir’d;

Or thoughtful, rov’d thro’ Contemplation’s glade,

Oft in delight, my youthful heart admir’d.

To you, inſcribed the off’rings of my muſe;

To you, whoſe merits, more than numbers claim,

Oh! condeſcend acceptance; nor refuſe

This willing homage to your honour’d name.

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Preface.

Could the pen of a Young Author deſcribe the feelings of the heart, no other apology would be requiſite, as the compaſſion excited by timidity, muſt diſarm of criticiſm the moſt faſtidious judgement; but in what manner can I, that am yet in a ſtate of childhood, entreat the readers to pardon my offering this imperfect production to their inſpection; the preſumption had been unpardonable, did not the animating ſubject befriend me; as zeal for the honour of my ſex, and admiration of ſhining merit, prompted my weak attempt to celebrate the female writers, and induced me to lay this feeble effort at the public mercy, hoping, that with wonted goodneſs, they will pity, inſtead of condemning, the number- vi A3v numberleſs errors diſcernable in a juvenile eſſay, and which cannot but appear conſpicuous in a poem that was written originally, at the age of thirteen. It has lain by me ſeveral months, having been corrected by ſome friends. The perſonæ of Fame, and antient geniuſes, was not at firſt inſerted; as the living only were addreſſed: the introduction of the dead I have recently added. That train being too numerous for general praiſe, I ſelected but the principal worthies; and even theſe are not ſufficiently expatiated on, leſt the recital by Fame, ſhould become tedious. My youth and ignorance will I hope excuſe any omiſſion of thoſe Britiſh ladies who now exiſt. Though foreign countries can boaſt of many women whoſe abilities adorn the preſent age, a conſciouſneſs of bounded knowledge, and the vii A4r the obvious impropriety of lengthening ſuch a piece, deterred me from univerſal celebration.

To thoſe ladies I have named, and offered my prayers for the acceptance of theſe tributary lays, which however deficient in genius, were the genuine effuſions of the heart, and flowed ſpontaneouſly from reſpect and admiration; may their bright examples animate the riſing fair of Britain! ſtudiouſly to exert their talents in thoſe laudable purſuits which were cultivated by former ladies! may they, led by an illuſtrious princeſs, (whom I have preſumed to name) whilſt embelliſhing the fineſt arts, puſue the abſtruſeſt ſciences! may their learning rival their elegance, their virtues emulate their genius, and obtain never fading laurels from the acclamations of Fame! thoſe viii A4v thoſe who ſhall honour my eſſay with a peruſal, I entreat, in admiring its inſpiring themes, to allow for the immaturity of her who attempted reciting their praises.

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The Female Geniad.

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Hail Female Geniuſes! accept theſe lays,

Which fain would celebrate your worth and praiſe,

A boundleſs theme; yet bards neglect to ſing,

Oh let this verſe a feeble tribute bring,

Where Muſes dwell; by Heliconia’s ſtreams,

And where her influence, ſacred Science beams;

Where Wit’s gay poignancy applauſe inſpires,

Or Taſte accompliſh’d, admiration fires:

There aid me, Fancy, wandering queen, to roam,

On wiſh aerial to thy magic dome:

Tranſport me in Imagination’s will,

To Pindus’ Mount, or bleſt Parnaſſus’ Hill:

Borne on thy wings, my fault’ring ſteps explore

Where fabled dwelt the tuneful Nine of yore;

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Where yet reſplendent high-born Merit reigns,

Encircling daughters of the Britiſh plains;

Thro’ different tracts, thro’ devious paths, I ſtray,

Whilſt thou, my guide, direct’ſt my ven’trous way.

Here fraught with knowledge deep Pieria rolls,

Extends our faculties, adorns our ſouls;

Here Helicons’s dilating fountain flows;

Enthuſiaſm’s breath the lively current blows;

Poetic ſymbols bloom around the place,

And bays and laurel ſpring with myſtic grace.

High Genius ſtands, whom fadeleſs crowns encloſe,

And on each vot’ry gift and name beſtows.

Now Britain’s fair, my fancying eye detain,

Whilſt varying Science guides the winding train

To Lydian ſtrains; ſome ſtring the chearful lyre,

And rival Pindar; or Corinna’s fire.

In ſofter elegy; ſome weeping rove,

Sweet as the plaintive mourner of the grove;

Or elſe with pathos tender Pity move,

Or ſorrows, with melodious numbers, ſoothe.

O’er loftier themes ſumblimer ſpirits ſway

Grac’d by Calliope’s heroic bay:

On oaten pipe, ſome touch the rural reed,

And ſylvan ſounds our willing ſenſes lead;

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While others with Melpomene appear,

And brightly ornament the paſſion’s ſphere:

Or Clio like in antient tale engage,

With truth purſuing the hiſtoric page:

Or winging up to gleaming Heaven their flight,

Survey the glories of the awful night.

Contemplate well the ſpangled azure field,

When glimm’ring lamps benignant luſtre yield;

There, as pale Luna ſhines thro’ darken’d glooms,

With friendly aid the penſive earth illumes,

A Britiſh princeſs marks with ſtudious eyes,

The dancing movements of the ſtarry ſkies.

While others in philoſophy excel,

And o’er the beauties of creation dwell,

Or tracts abſtruſe, of truths divine, explain,

Or warm the breaſt with pure religious flame,

But two approach, and led by Genius, join

The ſphere that antients gave the fabled nine:

Barbauld, and Seward; Miſs Seward unites ſo many exquiſite beauties in her poetry, that it would be difficult to pronounce where ſhe excels the moſt. In 17791779 ſhe compoſed the Prize Monody on the death of Mr. Garrick; in 17801780 ſhe publiſh’d an Elegy on Captain Cooke; with a Hymn to the Sun; the unhappy fate of Major André received the ſame tribute. She has ſince written Louiſa, her Poetical Novel (a new ſpecies of compoſition) and beſide thoſe already mentioned, ſeveral miſcellaneous pieces. ſhe whoſe merits claim,

Of verſe the homage, and a Muſes name;

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On themes ſublime, borne high, her pinions riſe,

Or waving, gain the ſad elegiac prize.

How sweetly mourn’d her lines, when Garrick died,

And won the laurel from the Bards that vied.

Then honour’d Cooke, who dar’d the Indian ſeas,

Who ſought new worlds, and trod untravers’d ways;

Pride of our iſle; for him ſhe rears an urn,

Which Time ſhall brave, and Memory bid return.

Majeſtic to th’ etherial now ſhe ſoars,

And Heaven’s auſpicious charioteer explores,

Deſcribes the regions of effulgent day,

And marks the glories of the golden ray.

Swift we aſcend to hail his wondrous ſeat,

Whence iſſues light, whence darts congenial heat:

Nor fails the eye; quick orbs of fancy gaze,

With her we fearleſs view his dazzling rays.

Undaunted André, that a hero bled,

His blood, too zealous, for his country ſhed;

Tho’ forc’d in ſhame to draw his cloſing breath,

From her receives a triumph in his death;

No poliſhed marble need inſcribe his doom,

When Seward points to tell the timeleſs tomb.

But now invention ſtrikes the path to pleaſe,

And charm’d, the mind Louiſa’s beauties ſees;

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There novelty our admiration wakes,

While buſy part ſuſpenſive intereſt takes:

Louiſa’s ſorrows lull ſelf-cares to ſleep,

We joy with Seward; when ſhe grieves, we weep.

Her numbers ſeem like that feign’d maid endow’d,

On whom each pow’r ſome charming gift beſtow’d;

Nor leſs excels the fair, who boundleſs roves

Thro’ all the graces of Caſtalian groves;

The force of poeſy; herſelf we feel;

Her magic numbers all our ſenſes ſteal.

Hear Barbauld’s Mrs. Barbauld’s Poems have been applauded for ſeveral years. Her Odes to Spring, and Content, the Tale of Pity, and the Beggar’s Petition, are uncommonly beautiful, and inserted in Mr. Enfield’s Speaker, where the Flowers of Verſe are selected. Her Hymns for Children, Elegy on Mrs. Rowe, and other charming works, poſſeſs the ſame inimitable genius. voice; whoſe rapt’ring ſongs ſupply

With endleſs ſource the intellectual eye:

Rapt in irradiant Meditation’s robe,

She rambles o’er the bounties of the globe;

How ſweet ſhe paints the golden days of youth,

Leads on to learning, and attracts to truth:

Thou riſeſt Warrington; no more unſung;

For there her lyre delighting Barbauld hung:

By her the liſping tongues are won to ſing

Their grateful thanks to Heaven’s Almighty King:

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Grey dawning reaſon, by her precepts taught,

Is form’d to wiſdom, with religion fraught.

Now ſpring allures us with the vernal ſcene;

Now calm content invites with brow ſerene;

We love her pity, tho’ in tears ſuffus’d;

We love the nymph, and are with grief amus’d:

Her mild effuſions in our breaſts prevail,

Our wand’rings viſit, dreary Miſery’s vale;

The aged beggar bent with weight of years,

Worn ſick with want, oppreſs’d by troublous cares

Engages there, compaſſions wiſh to riſe

And moves the heaving ſympathetic ſighs.

To Rowe’s remembrance now ſhe pays her verſe,

And hangs new laurels on the ſable herſe;

Whilſt from her lofty temple echoing Fame

Tranſlates to Rowe, deserving Barbauld’s name.

Here as I pauſe reflecting, to admire,

Methinks I view the goddeſs o’er her ſpire:

Surpriſing ſtructure! whose impinion’d tow’r,

Each age, each ſex, and every rank, adore.

Majeſtic palace! that ſublimely ſtands,

Mid ſeats of war, and peaceful Muſes’ lands;

The ſhining portals, reigning Genius guards,

With praises, Fame, his gifted train rewards;

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To ſpread renown, expanſive winds ſhe breathes,

Which ſwiftly bear her, with the laurel wreathes:

Wing’d by theſe pinions, Glory’s Queen reclines,

Her courſe ſpeeds rapid to remoteſt climes:

Thus was her fav’rite, Homer’s name convey’d,

From ſhore to ſhore, reſounding to his ſhade.

Thus honour’d Maro; thus applauſe returns

To Cooke and Milton, Locke and Shakeſpeare’s urns;

In bloom ne’er fading youth attends the fane,

Immortal ſprings, perpetual to remain,

Crown’d with the verdure of eternal green,

Freſh vigour ſits upon his graceful mien;

His ruddy face the breeze of morn inhales,

From mountains breathing o’er the dewy dales;

His vivid robe round ſounding Fame is thrown,

By him renew’d, high worth is ever ſhown.

Daughters of Genius The works of Sappho, the Lesbian Poeteſs, have ever been eſteemed the ſweeteſt verſe. Five cities diſputed the honour of her birth; after her death the Greeks paid celeſtial honours to her image, with which they ſtampt their coin. thus her voice proclaims;

Thus keeps their mem’ry with their honour’d names:

In Greece, the Muſes, and the warriors reign,

Sung ſweeteſt Sappho, of the Leſbian plain;

Perſuasive harmony her numbers mov’d;

Her magic verſe the poliſh’d graces ſmooth’d;

Each kindling breaſt the lyric ſtrain approv’d:

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With ſofteſt touch her lute could ſooth to peace;

As raptur’d all at Eolus’ harp will ceaſe;

The Grecians hail’d her as their country’s pride;

To boaſt her birth, five vying cities try’d:

Theſe, when a void her timeleſs death had made,

Celeſtial honours to her image paid.

I blew my trumpet with reboundings ſhrill,

And the Tenth Muſe remains ſoft Sappho ſtill.

Next riſes Corinna, the Theban Corinna of Thebes improved Pindar, whom ſhe five times foiled; ſhe wrote Forty- five Books of Epigrams. dame,

Who Pindar oft, the lyric prince, o’ercame;

Her lofty lays with joy ſublimely ſwell’d,

And even him, the Grecian boaſt, excell’d:

With wit, with force, and ſtrength of mind endu’d,

Untir’d her ſkill the ſcience long purſu’d;

Tho’ time her labours in oblivion veil’d,

My voice her praiſe to every age reveal’d.

What eloquence from fair Aſpaſia Aſpaſia was an Athenian lady; ſhe inſtructed the celebrated Pericles in eloquence; was a learned, ingenious, and universal patroneſs of letters. flow’d,

Whoſe manner won while language brilliant glow’d:

In Pericles, her charming talents ſhone,

Taught by her aid, her words became his own:

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Matchleſs in him, the graceful tut’reſs ſway’d,

When Athens, mute, his ſoothing voice obey’d.

Againſt the tyranny of Roman laws,

Hortenſia Hortenſia was the eloquent daughter of the orator Hortenſius. The ſenate having (during some civil diſſentions)enacted a rigid tax on the eſtates of women, Hortenſia with four hundred ladies petitioned its repeal: ſhe pleaded thei rr cauſe ſo ſucceſsfully, that a great part of the intended ſum was remitted. Her ſpeech is yet extant. roſe to ſave the female cauſe:

By truth, by juſtice, and by freedom, warm’d,

Her reaſoning ſpeech the ſenate’s frown diſarm’d;

With glowing zeal, on ſacred ties, ſhe dwelt,

Oppreſſion then could frozen boſoms melt;

To argue firm, and feminine to plead,

Her winning accents ſoon o’er power ſucceed;

Softer they flow’d than drops the melting comb,

And won the proudeſt of imperial Rome.

But hence I found, from Afric’s torrid clime,

Where ſpoke Hypatia, Hypatia was the governeſs of Alexandria in Egypt. She taught Aſtromony and Philoſophy every day in a public hall. She ws universally honoured for her ſpotleſs life, and as univerſally regretted at her death. lofty and ſublime;

How ſplendent ſtars in blazing orbits roll;

And how to guide the ever-wav’ring ſoul:

Each riſing day Hypatia’s lectures taught,

When hoary ſtudents for inſtruction ſought;

With ſolid knowledge and with precepts wiſe

She told the wonders of celeſtial ſkies;

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Her learnings aid, enrich’d the heart, and join’d

The poliſh of philoſophy refin’d.

I on my wings applauſe reſponſive bore

To Wiſdom’s words along the Afric ſhore:

Nor I forget that ſage Cornelia Cornelia was the illuſtrious mother of the Gracchi. drew

The vital breath belov’d by all ſhe knew;

How veneration, long her merits rung,

And how, her lyre, the pure Sulpicia Sulpicia was an ingenious Roman poeteſs. ſtrung;

How juſt and nobly wiſe Valeria felt

When weeping, pray’rs before her ſon she knelt:

Theſe, and a train incite my echoing praiſe,

But hence I paſs to tell of later days:

At Padua, the learn’d Caſſandra Caſſandra-del-ſides lived in the fourteenth century. She was the moſt learned woman of Italy; taught Theology publicly, and harangued before the Pope, Kings, and Princes. roſe,

Wit, eaſe, perſuaſion, every lecture ſhows;

Her eloquence, delight and wonder fir’d,

While pontiffs, princes, potentates, admir’d.

Thus Spaniſh Iſabel at Rome declaim’d, Iſabella, a Spaniſh lady, preached in the church of Barcelona, came to Rome, and converted ſeveral Jews by her eloquence. Iſſona of Verona was no leſs celebrated.

And preach’d to Jews, that Jews no more remain’d.

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At Naples then Soltaria homage paid

To Scanderberg; his worth and acts diſplay’d; Soltaria, at Naples, compoſed a poem on Scanderberg, which was compared to Boyardo and Taſſo.

Compar’d to Taſſo, her heroic lays

Unite the hero and the poet’s bays:

The learned Moore’s with erudition ſtor’d,

Abſtruſeſt ſcience, truths profound, explor’d;

And gentle Gray, of poeſy the child,

Who join’d to fortitude, the graces mild,

Unruffled patience, feelings fears combin’d,

With innate greatneſs of a virtuous mind;

In death ſerene the lovely martyr ſmil’d,

And Torture’s pangs with pious verſe beguil’d:

Meekly ſhe bow’d to ſtern Affliction’s rod,

Reſign’d, adoring to a gracious God. Lady Jane Gray was as ingenious as unfortunate; her premature death made a vacuity in literature, which ſhe had already adorned by ſeveral excellent pieces. She knew the French, Italian, Greek, Latin, Chaldean, Syriac, and Arabic languages, and had a great genius for poetry: during her torture ſhe compoſed ſome verses; her letter to her ſiſter (Lady Catharine Gray) and a converſation with Mr. Feckonam, previous to her execution, are ſtill extant. Vide Popiſh Perſecution.

Ill fated Mary The unhappy Mary, Queen of Scots, poſſeſſed an uncommon degree of learning and elegance. She compoſed French poems that were much admired: and after ſhe was impriſoned in England, devoted herſelf to piety, ſtudy, and poetry. She wrote Advice Royal, to her ſon, two volumes, and other miſcellaneous works. with the Muſes reign’d,

And in their gifts a ſweet’ning ſolace gain’d;

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Confin’d within ſome dreary caſtle’s walls,

Flown chearing friends, and left to hollow halls;

Tho’ pale ſtole light, thro’ grated bars diſclos’d,

Her breaſt a ſad ſerenity compos’d;

The ſwelling waves of high emotions ceaſe,

By Reſignation tranquilliz’d to peace.

No more a queen, no more roll’d grandeur’s tide,

Of cots the aim, of glaring courts the pride:

While peaceful ſolitude becalm’d her hours

And led her oft to contemplation’s bow’rs:

As mem’ry there revolv’d o’er fortunes rude,

Her fancying eyes the direful ſcenes purſu’d,

Till tir’d by ſorrow, worn with haggard grief,

In hope, and poeſy, ſhe ſought relief.

Thus could the royal captive tune the knell,

That hollow ton’d, around her lonely cell.

Untutor’d Newcaſtle, by Heaven adorn’d, Margaret Ducheſs of Newcaſtle left numberleſs productions, ſeveral of which are tranſmitted to poſterity. Many of her poems have been admired. She was endowed with a fertile fancy, which, had it been corrected by learning, might have produced excellence. With all her wildneſs and inaccuracy, ſhe is however allowed uncommon genius and merit by the beſt judges and moſt impartial Biographers; her voluminous works fill ſome folios; part of them are yet read, though all were undeſervedly cenſured in Mr. Pope’s Dunciad.

With choiceſt gifts that artleſs Nature form’d,

In rambles wild thro’ fair Arcadia ſtray’d,

Simply ſhe touch’d, and ruſtic meaſure play’d.

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What, tho’ the judgment of faſtidious Taſte

Condemn her lay, with natal ſweetneſs grac’d;

Tho’ ears refin’d more poliſh’d ſounds require,

The hand of Genius ſtrung her woodland lyre;

Let the nice floriſt Art’s arrangements prize,

And rural dale’s ſpontaneous bloom deſpiſe:

Yet ſome prefer the briar’s fragrant ſweet

To rows where formal ranks oppoſing meet;

Theſe hawthorns court, and violets of the vale,

The flaunting woodbine, and the primroſe pale;

Theſe love creation, when by Nature dreſt,

Nor ſcorn her wilder and romantic veſt.

From Wharton’s thought religious precepts flow’d,

That faireſt purity and virtue ſhow’d:

With brilliant genius, warm devotion join’d;

This kindled firſt, and that the lay ſublim’d.

So ſmiles the youthful dawn; but Phœbus ſhines

His brighter rays, and op’ning light refines : Elizabeth Lady Wharton (wife to Bishop Burnet) wrote the Paraphraſe on the Lamentations of Jeremiah, and many other religious poems; all are diſtinguiſhed by a peculiar energy and ſublimity for the age ſhe lived in.

Fair riſes morn, but his diffuſive flame

Irradiates luſtre o’er the vital frame.

Next turn to Packington, whoſe ſoul endow’d Lady Packington was undoubtedly author of the Whole Duty of Man, and other philoſophical treaties.

With happieſt gifts, knew all our duty ow’d:

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She compaſs’d life, and mark’d the devious ways,

Thro’ which misguided, blindfold Error ſtrays:

Then ſtrikes the path, then leads us to purſue

What God and man demand for tribute due.

The pen of Gethin, tho’ in bloom of youth , Lady Grace Gethin wrote an excellent book on religion: ſhe died aged 21. Congreve honoured her memory with an elegant Elegy. Vide his works.

Enforc’d religion, and embelliſh’d truth.

Poetic Phillips, bright Orinda Mrs. Catherine Phillips was an ingenious poeteſs, called Orinda; her works were in a thin quarto volume. nam’d,

At once eſteem and admiration gain’d.

The lively Pilkington Mrs. Lætitia Pilkington produced ſeveral ingenious poems, beſides the hiſtory of her own life. She was an acquaintance of Dr. Swift, and commended by Mr. Pope; ſhe was a friend to Conſtantia Grierſon, an extraordinary linguiſt; and knew the celebrated Stella. With all the endowments of Nature, her life proved very unhappy: ſhe died in a priſon for debt, aged 39 years. replete with wit,

Uniting elegance and reaſon, writ;

To dictate wiſe, and eaſy to perſuade,

Each ſprightly touch a quick impreſſion made;

True ſenſe, true humour, lightly breathing mov’d

Thro’ numbers free, by graceful ſweetneſs ſmooth’d;

And yet the glooms a mournful priſon caſt,

Immur’d Lætitia where ſhe breath’d her laſt.

In early years the drama Cockburn choſe,

And pity melted for the fancied woes,

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More ſolid ſtudies when maturer ag’d,

The depth capacious of her thoughts engag’d;

With wiſeſt Locke, who lent her friendſhip’s aid, Mrs. Cockburn formed Seven Dramatic Pieces with Poems; but Philoſophy and Divinity appeared her peculiar excellence. She correſponded with Locke.

Were reaſon and philoſophy diſplay’d;

Reflection, Genius, all conſpir’d to form

A brilliant mind and emulation warm.

Winchelſea’s Lady Winchelſea’s beſt poem was the Spleen. She was celebrated by Pope. wit might ſoothe to peace ſerene

The rending winds that burſt from baleful ſpleen;

The verse of Monk Mrs. Monk, daughter of Lord Moleſworth, compoſed a volume of very elegant Poetry, which was found after her death, and publiſhed, inſcribed to the late Queen Caroline. She was miſtreſs of the French, Latin, and Spaniſh languages. effuſ’d with graceful eaſe,

And ſweetneſs flow’d as mov’d by ſofteſt breeze.

Aſtill and Maſhham Mary Aſtill and Damaris Lady Maſham, were adepts in Philoſophy, Divinity, &c. and diſcuſſed the abſtruſeſt ſubjects; they were both great advocates for female learning, tho’ they differed in opinion. Mr. Morris coincided with Miſs Aſtill, and Mr. Locke with Lady Maſham. Nor were theſe the only ladies of ſcience and genius; the Ladies Haſtings, Chudleigh, and Mrs. Thomas, Grierſon, Johnſon, Barnes, Manley, and many others who lived in the reigns of King William and Queen Anne; Mrs. Behn poſſeſſed uncommon wit; and had ſhe tempered it with virtue, might have been ſtiled juſtly the ornament of her age. female learning fir’d,

Their bright example every breaſt inſpir’d.

What vivid fancy, what ſeraphic glow,

Breath’d thro’ the boſom of unrival’d Rowe;

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Angelic goodneſs ſeem’d to cloath her breaſt,

Of genius much, of virtue more poſſeſt:

Her ſmiling wit ill-nature’s ſway deſpis’d

Alone for purity and friendſhip priz’d.

Enthuſiaſm, ſoul of poeſy, that ſoar’d

In raptrous ſongs, turn’d all to heaven ador’d

Thus could imagination’s rapid flight

Aſcend to manſions of eternal light:

Thus could ſhe holy Joseph’s griefs recite

The epic hero with the ſaint unite; Mrs. Rowe was as much diſtinguished for piety as literature; ſhe ſeemed to be a being of a ſuperior order. Her genius and devotion combine in Letters from the Dead to the Living; with the Moral, Entertaining, and Poetical Miſcellanies. Joſeph is an Epic Poem in Ten Books. Beſide theſe her Poſthumous Works were publiſhed by Dr. Watts,. Her exalted character and elevated abilities are done juſtice in Mrs. Barbauld’s charming Elegy.

Thus endleſs fame with heavenly bliſs ſecure,

And ſhine as brilliant as her heart was pure;

How gayly Wortley writ of Aſia’s clime,

The land to paint, the manners to define;

Her ſplendid talents with each other vied,

Exhauſtleſs wit for grave remarks ſupply’d;

By Genius warm’d, her ſprightly lyre to ſtring.

And crown’d a linguiſt from Pieria’s ſpring; Lady Mary Wortley Montague was eminently diſtinguiſhed for her Aſiatic Travels, ſprightly letters and elegant poems. She engaged Voltaire in defence of the Engliſh language, and Pope on an Ode of Horace; ſeveral pamphlets in verse and prose, were publiſhed on the claſſic quarrel, as it was termed; moſt of Lady Mary’s poems are in Dodſley’s collection.

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Wide I diffus’d her name, whoſe pen could cope

With attick Voltaire and with learned Pope.

Repining ſad regrets continual gloom

Might ever mourn o’er pious Talbot’s tomb; The learned and ingenious Miſs Talbot was authoreſs of excellent Fragments in Verſe and Proſe. Many of her productions were inſerted in the Adventurer. She died from a cold ſhe took in a garden while writing ſome verſes. A few of her letters are preſerved in Lambeth library.

Deſbhoulier, Lambert, Sevigne are dead,

But far my trumpet has their labours ſpread:

The living now demand a juſt applauſe,

A breathing fair from ſhades attention draws:

Yet firſt pay reverence to great Shakeſpeare’s ſhade,

Who ages ſince the debt of Nature paid:

Not loſt his genius, which o’er Death ſurvives,

In matchleſs Montague again revives.

Thus utters Fame, when my unpoliſh’d lay,

Attempts the homage of reſpect to pay,

Methinks on Mount of Science high ſhe ſtands,

Triumphant reigns, Pieria’s fount commands:

There ſhe explores the bard’s immortal lines,

And a clear meteor thro’ his pages ſhines:

Her radiant light his obſcure age unfolds,

To years remote a brilliant taper holds.

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Hail honour’d Montague! to thee we bend,

The female glory, and the Muſes’ friend: The excellent Mrs. Montague is well known from the applauſes paid to her incomparable talents and exemplary virtues; her illuſtration of Shakeſpeare has long received the universal approbation entitled by its merits.

Oh! were more perfect my imbecile lays,

With joy theſe numbers ſhould rehearſe your praiſe.

Now Moore as grave Melepomene appears,

The ſable crown of Tragic Genius wears;

Born to adorn the wiſe inſtructive ſtage,

Of art poſſeſt each paſſion to engage,

Whilſt pureſt precepts to improve combine,

And eaſe and elegance the whole refine;

Or elſe ſhe wins by Gothic tales of yore,

When liv’d thoſe wights that doubty armour wore;

Or elſe attracts us with an air ſublime, Miſs Hannah Moore has written three Tragedies; Percy, Fatal Falſhood, and Inflexible Iſlander; a Search after Happineſs; one Volume of Sacred Dramas; with a Poem on Senſibility; Miſcellanies for young Ladies; Legend Tales; and ſeveral other pieces in Proſe and Verſe.

And gains attention to the page divine.

In ſacred drama’s warm enthuſiaſm glows,

While with ſimplicity each cital flows,

As ſhe expatiates o’er the holy themes,

With ſmiles, inſtruction glides in ſilver ſtreams;

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Nor only here the heart improvement reaps,

When led by Wiſdom, Happineſs ſhe ſeeks;

She points the road, all human pleaſures fail,

But joys ariſe from Hope’s auſpicious gale;

Here bids us reſt and learn; reſign’d to know,

Virtue alone is happineſs below. Popes Eſſay on Man.

On William’s worth; ah! who can tune the lyre,

Unwarm’d who ſing the bard and patriot’s fire?

In her we hear exalted Freedom’s voice;

Freedom, whoſe accents every breaſt rejoice;

Hail virtuous Freedom! hail delighting name!

Thrice bleſt the ardor of thy gen’rous flame!

Thrice bleſt each land in whom thy ſpirit burns,

Inspir’d by thee that forc’d oppreſſion ſpurns

Thoſe ſouls that vulgar prejudice deſpiſe,

And breathe for ſlav’ry ſympathetic ſighs;

Who kindly Ethiops with the Briton place,

Their rights allowing to the ſable race;

Thy happieſt gift by gracious Heaven’s deſign,

As friendly ſtars their influence ſhed benign;

Dear Liberty by all alike is ſought,

Howe’er in wilds ſequeſter’d, and untaught;

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No difference is from the complexion’s dye,

And Williams teaches ſad Peruvians’ ſigh:

Tho’ Heathen errors their religion ſway’d,

The laws of virtue they, and peace, obey’d,

When from Iberia proud Pizarro ſtrides

And each delight its lovely aſpect hides;

Long ſince theſe ſcenes of devaſtation paſt,

Which tuneful Williams Miſs Williams has deſcribed the Invaſion and Conqueſt of Peru in ſo inimitable a manner, that her Poem, in 8 Cantos, is eſteemed a maſter piece. Miſs Williams has produced Edward and Eltruda, and other elegant works. has unveil’d at laſt,

And with ſuch pathos brings their woes to view,

We feel their ſorrows, weep their fate anew.

Who charms us now, who ſings from yon green bow’r,

Whoſe penſive notes beguile the ſilent hour,

Round whom the verdant border’d willows weep,

And bubbling billows murmuring rivulets creep;

’Tis winning Smith; to whoſe melodious ſong Mrs. Smith publiſhed in 17841784, one volume of Elegiac Sonnets exquiſitely beautiful and pathetic. She has ſince produced the admired novel of Emmeline, Orphan of the Caſtle; and Ethelinda, Recluse of the Lake.

Each magic and pathetic grace belong:

With her we oft could tread the fancied glades,

And liſt to whiſpers of ideal ſhades;

With her were Mirth’s enliv’ning ſmile diſdain’d,

More pleaſure felt when tongues and eyes complain’d;

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Her plantive ſtrains the ſweeteſt thoughts transfuſe;

And more the heart than livelier themes amuſe;

Like the ſoft hue that tints autumnal eves

When nature huſh’d, ſereneſt influence breaths;

The ſun retiring from his orb of day,

Shed his moſt mild and moſt enchanting ray.

See Cowley, wonted Thalia to advance,

The grace and miſtreſs of the comic dance,

Aſſumes Melepomene’s majeſtic rein,

And treads the foremoſt of the ſerious train.

Albina’s ſorrows wake the kindling breaſt,

And anxious terrors vivid hopes ſuggeſt:

Hiſtorical her genius then relates

The wond’rous chances of the Spartan fates:

Thus ardent ſhe the tragic path purſues,

At ev’ry effort warm applauſe enſues:

Now rural pipe on oaten reed ſhe plays,

And chaunts the villa’s ruſtic roundelays.

Thou dreary Pitcairn, on the northern coaſt, Mrs. Cowley has written Albina, and the Fates of Sparta, tragedies; Belle Stratagem, Which is the Man, Runaway, More Ways than One, School for Greybeards, Comedies; and Who’s the Dupe, with three other Farces; Pitcairn, or the Scottiſh Village, a poem, &c. &c. This lady is mentioned in the Third Canto.

Mayſt immortality from Cowley boaſt;

Of ſwains ſhe tells, but not of ſwains alone

Who feed their flocks, and ſee their furrow’s ſown;

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Thro’ all the tides of bright ideas roll

We mark the tow’ring genius of her ſoul:

How ſweet, how airy, charming Greville ſings,

How gay! ſhe moves on ſprightly Fancy’s wings;

To Oberon benignant fairy pow’r,

(Againſt the ſtorms that oft on int’reſt low’r)

She offers for indifference her pray’r;

Eaſe born alike a foe, to joy or care,

But whilſt ſhe thus the kindly ſpirit woos,

With her who would the careleſs being chuſe?

Her winning ſongs expel the frigid ſprite,

We read and know the force of true delight,

Nor longer at a cold indifference aim,

Since even Greville then might ſing in vain. Among the Poems of Mrs. Greville, her Ode to Indifference is much admired; It is deemed a maſterpeice. (Vide the Batchelor, where it is inſerted.)

Wit, eaſe, and elegance, in Ryves are join’d,

Her meaſure perfect and her art refind’d; Miſs Ryves publiſhed her Poems twice by ſubſcription. She has ſince produced an Eulogiac Epiſtle (in verse) to Mr. Maſon, and another to Lord Cavendiſh.

Her genius now to tuneful Maſon bends,

And to the bard eulogiac luſtre lends;

To him ſhe dedicates her polish’d lays;

She ſounds his merit, and her own diſplays.

’Tis piety that gentle Steele inſpires,

And filial love imagination fires;

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In Daneſbury tale Daneſbury Tale, the productions of Miſs Steele, printed in 17791779, with two Odes. behold the heroic maid;

An amazon, to ſave her ſire, array’d:

Affection animates the works of Steele,

Her boſom breaths the genial glow we feel:

Now Howel wonted pleaſing proſe reſigns,

That path ſhe quits in more exalted ſhines; Mrs. Howel, of Portſmouth, wrote the admired Novel of Mount Farnham. She has ſince publiſhed a volume of elegant Poems.

Aſcended from the fab’ling novel plain

She follows Poeſy’s ſuperior ſtrain;

And riſing to Parnaſſus’ lofty ſpheres,

She wins our judgment, as ſhe ſooth’d our ears.

With wonder we untutor’d Kearſley Mrs. KYearſley was originally a milk-woman, and lived in an obſure village, where ſhe was diſcovered by Miſs Moore in the year 17861786. Her Poems have ſince been publiſhed by a very reſpectable ſubſcription.—Duck (alluded too) was an humble Threſher at Charlton, in Wilts, where he had probably continued in ſeclusion, but his ſurpiſing poetical talents procured him the patronage of Lady Abington, and her late Majeſty (Queen Caroline) having previouſly had him ordained, preſented him with a living of £300 per annum. She afterwards conferred on him a place of (Yeoman of the Guards) £100 a year more. In 17381738 he married Mrs. Biggs, a houſekeeper of her Majeſty. Stephen Duck had been remarkably fortunate, but being unhappily too intent on his ſtudies, he became deranged in his intellects, and at laſt ended his exiſtence by his own hands. His three daughters yet ſurvive him. Mrs. Kearſley has not experienced ſuch good fortune; ſhe reſides at Bath, and has ſix children. To the honour of Miſs Moore, a conſiderable ſum was collected for her encouragement. hear,

Her offsprings in an artleſs garb appear.

Sweetly ſhe tunes her ruſtic woodland lays

And gains uncultivated talents bays:

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Beſtowing heaven her untaught lines inſpir’d,

Her gifted ſoul to poeſy aſpir’d;

To her the ſimbple garlands wreathes belong,

She intuitive chaunts her rural ſong.

Rude Nature’s ſtate her genius could diſcloſe,

Unbounded fancy in the cottage glows:

Like Duck unlearn’d, tho’ not like him careſs’d,

Oh may her end be more ſerene and bleſt.

Religious Deverell Mrs. Mary Deverell publiſhed in 17821782 two volumes of Miſcellanies in Proſe and Verſe. She had written two volumes of Sermons before. at improvement aims,

Her labour moſt deſerving worth proclaims,

Whilſt Cooper’s Mrs. Cooper has produced ſeveral excellent Pieces. Among her Poetic works, an Ode to Solitude is much admired, which is that alluded to in the foregoing lines. pen on ſolitude diſplays,

From Reaſon’s voice we ſeem to hear its praiſe.

Internal truth in madding folly’s ſpite,

Convince us that the honour’d fair is right.

In her apt ſenſe and numbers ſmooth, we find

Reſources for the vacuum of the mind.

All hail! ye fair, whoſe merit brilliant beams,

Fain I’d aſpire to the tranſporting themes;

Warm admiration my low ſong inſpires,

Excelling triumph my idea fires:

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Yet vain my fancy to Parnaſſus flies

When Genius’ ſcanty gift the wiſh denies.

My thoughts with animated praiſes glow,

Tho’ harſh theſe numbers, and in meaſure ſlow.

Ye Muſes, whom ne’er fading laurel crowns,

To whoſe ſweet harps loud echoing Fame rebounds;

Who ſtring the lyre with ſoft melodious ſkill,

And vibrate tuneful thro’ Parnaſſus’ hill:

Ye fair, whom feebly I presum’d to name,

A ſmile propitious on my efforts deign:

To other ſcience now my fancy wings,

To other fair an humble homage brings.

To magic regions for enchantment bleſt,

Infuſing warmth ſeraphic to the breaſt,

I bid adieu, and with admiring eye,

Survey the females of Pieria’s ſky.

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Canto II.

Imagination, aid, with lofty wing,

In ſtrains ſublime my verſe the fair ſhould ſing,

When to celeſtial globes of light I’d fly,

And trace the ſacred ſcience of the ſky;

To know from whom the invention firſt aroſe,

From what great patriarch female learning flows;

It’s origin from pagan age conceal’d,

By inſpiration holy pens reveal’d;

And thou bright Mem’ry, in revolving years

Each fleeting moment o’er again appears,

Immortal lamp; that ſhin’ſt within our ſouls,

Whoſe light refulgent in idea rolls;

Whoſe dart irradiant brings flown hours to view,

And makes us breathe the infant wiſh anew

That warms the breaſt with fervid Fancy’s fires,

And wiſeſt wiſh and nobleſt arts inſpires:

Hail! mem’ry, hail! thy voice beſpeaks ſublime

A heavenly gueſt, an attribute divine:

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Thro’ thee alone can wiſdom form the heart,

Thro’ thee alone can knowledge aught impart.

Parent of Muſes, guide to every age

That whiſpers o’er the counſel of the ſage,

Say from what mortal lunar ſcience came,

Whoſe lofty thought immortaliz’d his name;

Again the tale revives within my breaſt,

Prompt anſwer thus; her accents won ſuggeſt:

Long e’er the fair deluvian world was drown’d,

Long e’er its habitants ſoft lux’ry found,

E’er trumpets’ ſound proclaim’d the din of war

Or hapleſs captives drew the victor’s car,

When pleaſing ſmiles embelliſh’d Nature’s face,

And Peace ſerene diffus’d angelic grace,

When ſweet Simplicity, with radiant Truth,

In Beauty’s form, reign’d crown’d by blooming youth,

Thrice happy days, how bliſsful were the hours,

That virtue dwelt amid the friendly bow’rs;

Ah! golden age; ’twas then low hamlet ſtood,

In ſafety ſhelter’d by the lonely wood;

Then ſpread the leafy trees their branching ſhade,

Nor wav’d their tops o’er mortals’ vain parade;

No lofty ſtructure rear’d by folly built,

Nor baſe born gold allur’d the thief to guilt;

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No exile then to barren mountains fled,

True liberty her ſweeteſt influence ſhed;

Devotion, juſtice, gratitude, prevail’d,

From incens’d altars odours ſcents exhal’d;

Arabia’s bleſſings then ſpontaneous flow’d,

And the fair land delicious gifts endow’d;

While Gaſſwan’s Mount, with copious fountains bleſs’d,

The balmy ſpice and pleaſant fruit poſſeſs’d,

Od’riferous ſweets the breathing air perfum’d,

With plants ambroſial mild Sephara bloom’d;

Then all delectable appeard the ſcene,

Elyſian beauties deck’d the ſylvan green:

Oh golden age! when man his God obey’d,

And gain’d by toil the humble bread he pray’d;

Content to till, on ſimple herbs to feed,

Watch ſleeping flocks, and touch the artleſs reed;

When, ſweetly ſmil’d the hills, the founts, the dales,

Tall grots a while reſpons’d to warblous vales;

When breezes mild breath’d o’er the flow’ry plains,

Soft echoes whiſp’ring to gay Jubal’s ſtrains,

When innocence with pure Aſtrea ſway’d,

Each ſwain his pipe beneath the plantain play’d,

The harp divine was taught the tuneful thrill

E’er with her lute was feign’d Euterpe’s ſkill;

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Long e’er the produce of the fruitful vine

Fill’d ſumpt’ous goblets with the flowing wine,

(Whence roſe red Bacchus, fabled God of Mirth)

And long e’er rains o’er whelm’d the guilty earth;

Seth, Adam’s ſon, by heavenly genius fir’d,

T’ obſerve the movements of the ſtars aſpir’d;

He, firſt of men, rais’d high terreſtial eyes,

To mark the revolutions of the ſkies:

A blazing comet now the world alarms,

And proves the prelude of deſcending ſtorms: Some writers aſſert that there had never been any rain till after the deluge, and that a Comet alarmed the inhabitants of the earth long before it commenced. (Vide William’s Mineral Kingdom.)

Prophetic patriarchs their works engrav’d

On iron, which the raging waters brav’d;

And when the torrent, with impetuous ſweep,

Hurl’d craggy rocks and mountains to the deep,

The ark of wiſdom floating on the ſea,

Securely glided thro’ the ſtormy way,

The winds obedient to their God’s command,

Safe wafted Noah to Armenia’s land; The ark, in which Noah and family were preſerved, is ſupposed to have reſted on the Mount Ararat, in Armenia.

With faith and knowledge on his high beheſt,

Next, righteous Abram roves an eaſtern gueſt;

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Aſtronomy to powerful kings expounds,

Their words by eloquence and truth confounds;

And whilſt he ſhews the ſystem of the ſky

The power evinces of a God moſt high;

The lofty ſtudy thus to Egypt brought,

The Hours and Zodiac, learned Hermes taught:

Thou Babylonia, antient empire, hail! Babylon is one of the moſt antient cities in the world; it gave birth to numberleſs arts and ſciences. The celeſtial obſervations were begun (after the deluge) in this renowned city, where reigned the celebrated Semiramis; the veſtiges of whoſe grandeur are now almoſt reduced to ruins.

Well might thy monarchs o’er the world prevail;

Here form’d the cube, invention’s pow’rs diſplay’d,

In flights eatherial meditation ſtray’d.

Ill-fated country! hapleſs was thy fate,

Ah! where is now thy once exalted ſtate.

Where now are Shuſhan’s gay illuſions flown;

Why ſleeps that grandeur by its princeſs ſhown;

From heaven proceeds thy fall, by none bewail’d,

For here firſt tyranny our rights aſſail’d;

Diſſolv’d in luxury, yet vainly proud,

To idols low thy blinded ſov’reigns bow’d;

Tho’ Thales here explor’d with mighty aim,

And hence the Grecians’ matchleſs knowledge came,

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Again the Afric ſhores for wiſdom vied, Ptolemy the Egyptian introduced the Ptolemaic ſyſtem, which continued prevalent till Copernicus of Poland ſuggeſted the preſent ſyſtem, and the other became exploded as inaccurate. Thales was the firſt aſtronomer of Greece; he travelled into Babylon.

With Greece, in Ptolemy, their country’s pride;

But half illumin’d, long his ſtudents err’d,

While numbers in the miſled train appear’d:

Unheeded then the ſcience ages paſt,

For error clouds o’er weeping genius caſt;

By war, by faction, was the chaos made,

And lov’lieſt arts with ſmiling peace decay’d:

At length the Pole aſtronomy reviv’d, Copernicus, the Pole already mentioned, Tycho Brahæ the Dane, Galileo of Italy, Kepler of Germany, Deſcartes and Mallebranche of France, were eminent for Aſtronomy; in England, Mr. Flamſtead was famous; but the immortal Newton excelled them all.

Nor time, nor death, his name of worth depriv’d;

In Denmark next its way the ſtudy finds;

Thence to Auſona’s more harmonious climes;

Next German Kepler; then Deſcartes roſe,

Heaven wond’rous genius on the Gaul beſtows;

Whilst Britain triumphs in her Flamſtead’s name,

And boaſts great Newton of immortal fame.

Late Turner to etherial objects ſoar’d,

The ſtars like Ferguſon or Keil explor’d: Meſſrs. Ferguſon and Keil were Aſtronomers, as was the late Mr. Turner.

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Tho’ Albion deaths relentleſs wreſt complains,

A female tutor to inſtruct remains;

Hail Herſchell! thou, whoſe elevated eye Miſs Herſchell was the firſt diſcerner of a Volcano in the Moon, and has ſince diſcovered two Comets.

Obſerves the lamps of the nocturnal ſky;

When ſilent Night, in darkneſs veil’d, prevades,

And chearful Day with ſable mantle ſhades,

Reſplendent Cynthia thro’ the ambient plain,

Refulgent glides amid the twinkling train,

Who move encircling in a ſolemn round,

And gleam as airy ſhadows on the ground;

Her pale form glances o’er reflecting waves,

Awhile the ſea its curling billows laves,

(On whoſe ſmooth mirror Light her quivers play)

When ardent, you, the gilded arch ſurvey;

The Moon’s volcano you the firſt eſpy,

And blazing comets now attract your eye:

To thee, Urania muſt her ſeat reſign,

Her fabled merit is ſurpaſs’d by thine.

But wing me, Fancy, to a varied ſcene,

The Linnæan ſyſtem and inſpective green,

Where each ſweet plant aſpiring walls encloſe,

That rear’d by Art in chilly Winter blows;

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Secur’d its graces from the winds which bend,

Or rains, that o’er its beauteous form deſcend:

Here too is human ſkill at nature try’d,

The creeping inſect thro’ the glaſs eſpi’d:

Here each refin’d fantaſtic image ſports,

Created excellence attention courts;

The wond’rous hoard awakes the raptur’d ſoul

With admiration, to obſerve the whole,

Religious Trimmer to the taſk impels,

And untir’d ſearch incites where all excels;

Our willing ſteps with charming views ſhe leads,

Thro’ rural vallies and delightſome meads;

We ſeem to wander with the infant pair, Mrs. Trimmer, in her knowledge of nature, adapting her language to the capacity of youth, explains in the moſt eaſy and agreeable manner, the nature of plants, birds, insects, flowers; at the ſame time introducing the abſtruſer ſubject of the globes, which ſhe has meliorated with equal addreſs. Her works are too numerous to mention. She wrote Annotations on Sacred Hiſtory (in ſix volumes) dedicated by permiſſion to her Majeſty.

And flow’ry wreathes, and ruſtic garlands wear.

The curious reptile now our thoughts explore,

Or else we mark delicious orchards’ ſtore,

Or from the ſilk-worm trace the gloſſy loom,

Or ramble thro’ the vegetable bloom,

Or rove thro’ downy beds of fragrant flow’rs,

Near murm’ring bees that ſip their balmy ſhow’rs,

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Or fleet, mid parks, and Britiſh beaſts, our time,

Or hear the birds that harmonize our clime,

While Trimmer ſtill her pious moral joins

Inſtructive with amuſive charms combines.

Now loftier taſks, from holy writ, invite

The mind on ſacred hiſt’ry to delight;

Her juſt remark each heavenly tale improves,

A Briton writes, and Britain’s queen approves.

See Packington in Trimmer’s works revive,

And both for worth appear in one alive;

But hence aſcend, where Clio homage gains,

For there a rival, Britiſh Graham reigns:

See her the fabled Muse’s form aſſume,

And public judgment with her light illume,

Quick Penetration’s active force reſolves,

Where Error’s miſt in dark diſguise involves;

Reflection from a rapid fountain flows

Of Wiſdom mov’d by gales that Freedom blows;

Deep roll her thoughts from Judgment’s boundleſs ſource,

And Liberty’s enthuſiaſtic force;

Read age unborn in yet unfolded days,

Oh! read and celebrate Macaulay’s praiſe:

Hence ſhall ye learn how faction could create

Such jarring diſcord in our church and ſtate,

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Of obſcure eras, periods ſad to know,

Of ſlaughter’d heroes, and of nation’s throw,

Learn Hobbes’s moral reas’ning to confute,

And infidelity with truth ſtrike mute;

Aſcended thus the high polemic throne,

From depths of learning hiſtry’s made her own. Mrs. Macauly Graham favoured the world with the Hiſtory of England, in three volumes; and had the ſatisfaction of finding it received with the warmeſt applauſe. She has ſince written Remarks on Mr. Hobbes; a Treatiſe on the Immutability of Human Truth; a Letter to Signor Paoli on a Democratic Government; and other polemical pieces. When this was firſt written, Mrs. Graham was living; and it is but lately that the literary world had to regret the loſs of this ornament to letters.

Now tuneful Murray, wonted ſweet to ſing,

With lofty lays, her lyre ſublimely ſtring,

Majeſtic rambles thro’ the boundleſs fields,

The wondrous paths that ſacred hiſt’ry yields;

And whilſt ſhe tells from what dire cauſe aroſe,

(Deſerv’d too well) the holy empires’ woes, Miſs Murray compoſed an excellent piece on the Elements of the Sciences, entitled Mentoria, in two volumes, preſented in manuſcript to the Princeſs Royal; (to whom it was dedicated) in 1779 ſhe publiſhed one volume of Poems on various ſubjects, and in 1783 appeared an hiſtorian on ſacred events, in the Hiſtory of the Kingdoms of Iſrael and Judah. This learned and ingenious lady is now a Preceptreſs in the Royal Nurſery.

Back to remembrance calls almighty laws;

Our hearts from guilt by juſt reflection awes;

What plagues were ſuffer’d in the hallow’d place,

By guilty children of the choſen race;

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Where thou Joſephus firſt beheld the earth,

Her ſons illumin’d by thy ſpirit’s birth;

Illuſtrious patriarch! by true wiſdom led,

To mark the acts, and manners, of the dead,

Thy mighty genius high empinion’d ſoar’d,

And earlieſt ages’ thoughts abſtruſe explor’d:

A general then thou led’ſt thy troops afar

Thro’ fertile plains, the horrid ſcene of war;

Ah! truly qualified thoſe griefs to tell,

Unequall’d mis’ries which thou felt’ſt too well;

When meagre famine, The moſt horrid circumſtances diſtinguiſhed the ſiege of Jeruſalem, the hiſtory of which is given in the wars of that ill-fated country, by the celebrated Joſephus, who was likewiſe their general. ghaſtly ſpectre, rag’d,

When civil diſcord ſwift deſtruction wag’d,

When vainly mourning innocence bewail’d,

O’er reaſon ſtill the blazing fiend prevail’d;

From Sin theſe plagues, theſe madd’ning horrors came,

Till nature ſeem’d no longer to remain,

And Clement Titus ſtretch’d an angry hand,

By heaven ordain’d to ſcourge the guilty land;

Thus Murray with a pious art diſplays

Th’ incentive to the Jews’ diſgraceful days.

Mentoria anxious to improve our minds,

Religion’s precepts to her knowledge joins.

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United both a pleaſing influence dart,

To charm the fancy and improve the heart.

Now learning triumphs in a female form,

Whoſe matchleſs talents all the ſex adorn;

’Tis Carter; ſhe who claims Pieria’s crown, The celebrated Miſs Carter is one of the moſt diſtinguiſhed characters that Britiſh literature can boaſt. She tranſlated Epictetus from the Greek, being perfectly acquainted with the Greek, Latin, Hebrew, Chaldean, Syriac, Arabic, and other languages; ſeveral excellent poems were written by the ſame lady. The road to wiſdom is alluded to; it concludes with the following line; The road to wiſdom is the way to peace. In the Oriental and Claſſical Languages, ſhe even inſtructed her brothers.

Whom claſſic lore and eaſtern worth renown;

Whom solid judgment ſways, the Muſe inſpires,

Whom genius graces and whom virtue fires;

Oh let the praiſes of that fair ne’er ceaſe,

Who ſung the road to wiſdom and to peace;

Who to pure Plato’s venerable ſhade,

The rapt’rous ſongs of meditation paid:

Live, happy ſpirit! live, while Carter dwells,

On thoughts ſublime, herſelf with thee, excels;

The Greek philoſopher employ’d her pen,

And Epictetus ſeems reviv’d again.

Next Dobſon with Pierian treaſures bleſt,

By antique chivalry has fame poſſeſt,

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Her knowledge in biography delights, The ingenious Mrs. Dobſon tranſlated from the French, Memoirs of Antient Chivalry; Life of Petrarch; and Hiſtory of the Troubadours (provencal poets.)

And Petrarch’s merit to the taſk incites;

Untir’d ſhe now the bards of Gaul tranſlates,

Their lives, their cuſtoms, and their worth relates;

Again the champion, clad in antient arms,

Our wonder raiſing, admiration warms;

The beating heart with martial glory bounds,

And gladly hears the trumpets’ warlike ſounds:

Again the muſing Troubadours may pleaſe,

While Dobſon wins with elegance and eaſe.

Learning and Johnſon far Piozzi fame,

With genius, univerſal homage claim;

With erudition, ſenſe, and humour, join,

Uniting wit, and judgment to refine;

Empinion’d thus ſhe o’er Pieria reigns

And ſhines an ornament to Britiſh plains;

But tho’ firſt tribute is the parent’s due, Mrs. Piozzi was the intimate friend of Dr. Johnſon; a regular correſpondence ſubſiſted between them. Since his demiſe ſhe has publiſhed their letters; likewiſe her Travels into France, Italy, and Germany. This ingenious lady unites a knowledge of modern and antient languages; her daughters (Miſs Thrales) having received an excellent education, are eſteemed, the moſt learned young ladies in England.

Warm celebration to the Thrales enſue;

Thoſe fair whoſe talents caſt unrival’d light,

Who ſkill in ſcience with the tongues unite,

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Poſſeſs the bleſſings education gives,

(Thrice happy gift, which ſown by wiſdom, lives)

That warm’d by genius flouriſh’d in their mind,

And bright examples for the ſex deſign’d.

Enchanting Collier charms our wondr’ing hearts,

And Geſner’s beauties to our ſoul imparts: Mrs. Collier tranſlated the inimitable Geſner’s Death of Abel from the German.

She moves the paſſions while his ſpirit fires,

And nature tears of ſympathy requires;

At bliſsful viſions fancy gayly glows,

But ſoon, too ſoon, laments ſucceeding woes;

When the firſt pair their hapleſs tale relate,

How anxious are we for the wand’rers fate;

How glad we thrill, when warm’d, his ſons embrace,

Delighting proſpect to each ſiſter grace;

Now petrify’d, we ſeem to hear the yell

Of envious fiends, the race accurſt of hell;

We ſtart, when Cain a daring murd’rer ſtands,

And wrings (embru’d in brother’s blood) his hands;

What animation chears the gladden’d ſoul,

What forms benignant in idea roll,

When bright celeſtials Abel’s ſpirit wing,

His hymnal praiſe to lutes of rapture ſing,

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Their golden harps harmonious ſeraphs play,

And tune the righteous to the realms of day;

In exſtacy imagination flies

And views the glories of eternal ſkies;

We float on azure clouds ethereal ſpheres,

Mellifluous ſymphonies delight our ears,

Our fancy lifts, to melody divine;

That vibrates joy, then ſwells to ſounds ſublime

From lofty flights idea ſoon deſcends,

Again the wiſh to ſooth affliction bends;

Again we mourn; thus Geſner, thus the fair

Transfuſers of each genial thought appear;

But now gay Thalia, and the moral train,

Demand the tribute of my feeble ſtrain;

Loſt in delight the feats of wit I view,

Then bid theſe elevated heights adieu.

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Canto III.

Ye airy graces, ſprightly Thalia’s train,

On comic themes your prompting influence deign,

Inſpire my numbers ſwift and free to flow

With vigorous ſpirit and with pleaſure’s glow;

Thou Fancy, with thy gayeſt powers amuſe,

For Cowley riſes as the Comic Muſe;

With laughing Humour at her ſide ſhe writes,

Whilſt brilliant Wit’s vivacious face delights;

Keen Satire in a ſportive form ſhe veils,

To charm when Ridicule our faults aſſails,

The arrows ſmooth’d awhile ſhe points the dart,

At once amuſement, and reproof, impart;

Her light but poignant touch incites applauſe,

Peculiar beings true to life ſhe draws:

Senſe gives the moral, wit the ſmile affords;

Attention, fiction calls by endleſs hoards;

For complex fables waken feeling cares,

Create gay mirth, and raiſe uneaſy fears; Mrs. Cowley being mentioned in the firſt Canto, an account is there given of her writings.

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But ſee, applauded Inchbald now appears;

Satiric excellence her aſpect wears;

Each piece her penetrating powers diſplays,

To ſound her genius in yet diſtant days;

Even Gallic Moliere, known for talents far, Several excellent dramatic pieces are written by Mrs. Inchbald; Married Man, I’ll tell you what, Widow’s Vow, Midnight Hour, Child of Nature, (tranſlated from the French) Appearances are againſt them, and Such Things Are, in which the character of Haſwell is ſuppoſed to be taken from Mr. Howard’s, whoſe philanthropy and benevolence are no leſs the ſubjects of our admiration than regret for his recent death.

Might proudly glory in her Such Things Are!

To Nature’s ſelf the coward ſoul ſhe paints,

True Tremor he at needleſs danger faints;

Then ſhows the bleſſings of domeſtic ſtrife,

The petty quarrels ’twixt Sir Luke and wife;

Now stalks the Gaſcon with his proud grimace,

Now meanly apes the coxcomb for a place;

As honeſty in each a fool confounds,

A mirthful peal thro’ all the roof rebounds;

This lively ſcene for ſorrow then recedes,

Kind ſympathy to dreary manſions leads;

There ſhe describes the priſon’s gloomy ſhade,

Where horror, and diſtraction wild, pervade.

In vain their fate the hapleſs ſlaves deplore,

Deſpair from want, and hope for joy no more;

Repining miſery in theſe chearleſs cells,

Sad reſponſe murmurs to the doleful knells;

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Filial affection from Elvirus flows,

And virtuous grief in Arabella’s woes;

But who enough can noble Haſwell praise?

Like Inchbald, he’s above my worthleſs lays,

Yet has ſhe more our admiration won

For honour’d Howard, mild Compaſſion’s ſon;

With awe our thoughts muſt Haſwell’s worth ſurprize,

His goodneſs brings great Howard to our eyes:

If a frail human being e’er could gain

By ev’ry virtue an immortal name,

By a philanthropic illumin’d breaſt,

With charity and Chriſtian zeal impreſt;

To thee, oh Howard! to thy honour’d ſhade,

The grateful rites muſt be for ever paid;

Ingenious Inchbald’s merits homage claim,

To draw great Howard was her plauded aim;

Let join’d then, both ariſe to endleſs fame.

Of learning Griffiths is, and wit, poſſeſt; Mrs. Griffiths has been long an admired dramatic writer; The School for Rakes, and The Times, received univerſal applauſe. She likewiſe wrote a very learned book on Shakeſpeare; the celebrated Letters of Henry and Frances were the productions of Mr. and Mrs. Griffiths; they have produced ſeveral Novels. The other lady alluded to, on Shakeſpeare, is Mrs. Montague, mentioned in the Firſt Canto.

Her genius heaven with gifts peculiar bleſt;

A poliſh’d elegance her language ſmoothes,

While pure morality the mind improves;

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Nor only wit and elegance combine,

The taſte to pleaſe and manners to refine:

Juſt ſatire, wiſdom, erudition join,

The unborn age (and far and foreign climes)

May view the preſent in her comic Times;

And as they ridicule their parents’ days,

Charm’d critics ſhall reſound the author’s praiſe;

Vice to correct and virtue to engage,

To laſh our follies, dares bright Griffiths’ page;

Her future homage Fancy’s eye diſcerns,

For utterance the prophetic ſpirit burns.

See Criticiſm on throne of Judgment plac’d,

His lofty ſeat with ſtudious quarto’s grac’d,

Bent looks and knitted brows his aſpect wears;

But Merit’s head o’er bounds faſtidious rears;

Then hear the ſage (with pleaſing ſmiles) declare,

There liv’d an ornament to ye, oh fair!

Whoſe pen depicted idle Faſhion’s fool,

Who rakes abaſh’d in her inſtructive ſchool;

Nor yet content in Comedy to ſhine,

She ſketched the modern, knew the antient time,

Well might great Shakeſpeare crowns of triumph wear,

When female champions in his cauſe appear;

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E’en nature’s bards indebted to their aid,

They gleam’d reſplendent o’er his hoary ſhade:

And whilſt they his reviving laurels wreath’d,

On both the ſpirit of the poet breath’d:

Let then their mem’ries in ne’er fading bloom,

Immortal flouriſh on their Shakeſpeare’s tomb.

Oh! ſay what tribute can to Brookes Mrs. Brookes is diſtinguished in the poetic diviſion as author of the Siege of Simonides. Lady Julia Mandeville, Emily Montague, Charles Mandeville, Lady Cateſby’s Letters (tranſlated from the French) are all extremely admired. Mrs. Brookes has written many miſcellaneous pieces; Roſina, a Muſical Piece, was preſented in 17831783. be paid?

Unleſs her own ſurpaſſing genius aid.

Such excellence in Brookes’ pieces meet,

That even novels are with ſenſe replete:

A tale of woes pathetic now ſhe cites,

And pity with anxiety unites:

Void of romance her fables yet have pow’r,

To gild with pleaſure the inſtructive hour:

When ſhe deſcribes, we ſee the rural plains,

In Canada imagination reigns.

Swiftly tranſported there, we mark the ſtore;

What earth conceals, with curious eye explore.

Now gay ſhe paints the ſummer’s ripen’d bloom,

Her view now changes to cold winter’s gloom:

When on bleak winds the ſhiv’ring ſpectre borne,

Sends forth rude blaſts, and nature makes forlorn,

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When at the trees wild whiſtling gales he bends,

And gloomy rain low’ring clouds deſcends;

When flowers die, when autumn’s beauties fade;

And notes no longer warble in the ſhade;

When from the rigid north crude froſt he blows,

Or ſteeps the ground with chilly creeping ſnows!

When frozen ices glaze each verdant place,

And inauſpicious every land deface;

Thus Brookes’s animated pencil ſhows:

The winter’s ſadneſs and the ſummer’s glows,

But ſoon again theſe frigid blaſts retire,

Serener ſkies more chearful ſcenes inſpire;

Again with joy to Silleri we wing:

And view the graces of the vernal ſpring:

Then rove thro’ provinces and lands remote,

The Gallic cuſtoms, laws and manners note:

Thus ev’n her novels can our minds inform,

And knowledge with pure ſentiment adorn:

Let then be added to her well known name

Both wit and judgment, fancy, virtue, fame.

Now riſes Lee, Miſs Lee’s firſt dramatic production was the Chapter of Accidents, introduced in 17811781: ſhe has ſince written the Receſs, a novel. Her ſiſter, Miſs H. Lee’s firſt performance, (the New Peerages) was acted in 17871787. with mild perſuaſive mien,

She moves enchanting in gay Thalia’s train:

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Our intereſt winning with a magic wand,

To touch the feelings, and the thoughts command.

With ſprightly humour now ſhe warms applauſe;

And now a juſt improving moral draws.

Her complex fables hopes and fears excite,

Whilſt ſenſe and elegance our taſte delight.

But lively ſee a junior Lee appears,

The elder follows in the comic ſpheres;

Both we admire, for both improve and pleaſe:

Two Britiſh graces are the ſiſter Lees.

Behold a woman ſits on Judgment’s throne,

Diſcernment, wit, and ſentiment her own:

Tis Lennox; Mrs. Lennox wrote an Illuſtration of Shakeſpeare, in which ſhe tranſlated the novels that had given birth to the fables of his plays, and made comments on what manner he had uſed them; with critical reflexions upon the incidents and probability of each play. This ingenious lady is authoreſs of the Female Quixote, Euphemia, and other novels. ſhe whoſe penetration ſhines,

Thro’ Britain’s bard, immortal Shakeſpeare’s lines:

Obſerve ingenious her impartial quill,

Detect his errors, and declare his ſkill:

Correct his fancy, prune his flowers, that need

Some friendly hand to prune the ſpreading weed.

We thank great Shakſpeare for his pleaſing faults!

Since theſe employ’d a female critics’ thoughts.

Long had proud man with an uſurping pride,

The right of judgment to our ſex deny’d;

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But now no longer can exclude our claim;

Which finds protection in a Lennox’s name

Nor more preſume our juſt demand to ſlight,

When female genius beams ſuch radiant light.

Now Barclay’s works admir’d for wiſdom long,

(The ſtateſman’s counſel and the muſes’ ſong,

Viel’d cloſely in the antient tongue of Rome,)

Had ſlumber’d mould’ring in Oblivion’s tomb;

Till learned Reeves Miſs Clara Reeves tranſlated the celebrated Barclay’s Argenis from the Latin into Engliſh; its new title was the Phœnix, or Poliarchus and Argenis. The Engliſh Baron, Two Mentors, and the Progeſs of Romance, &c. were written by the ſame lady. thro’ time the ſage explor’d,

To juſt applauſe his policy reſtor’d;

No longer we lament Argenis dies,

Whilſt with the old, the new-born Phoenix vies.

By wit and humour comic Craven’s Lady Craven wrote the Miniature Picture, a comedy; Silver Tankard, a farce, &c. Her ladyſhip has ſince publiſhed her Journal to Conſtantinople. warmed;

By wit and humour are our ſenſes charm’d;

Her picture wears the airy attic veſt:

The Silver Tankard is in drollneſs dreſt;

Nor is to Britain her remarks confin’d,

Nor are they only foſter’d from the mind;

For the fair traveller in diſtant climes,

For obſervation foreign manners finds:

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Remote ſhe roam’d to grace the northern courts,

Thence wider travers’d to the Turkiſh ports:

To where far fam’d Byzantium once appear’d,

Its Roman ſtructure once majeſtic rear’d;

To where (that famous but ill-fated ſhore)

Where Britiſh beauty had been ſhown before,

To boaſted Montague add Craven’s name,

Wide journey’d each, and far their praiſe proclaim.

Hail, gentle Hayley! Mrs. Hayley tranſlated Madame de Lambert’s Advice to her Son from the French which occaſioned ſome complimentary verſes, by her poetic conſort. teach my lays to rove,

From wand’ring ſcenes to thy ſequeſter’d grove;

How priz’d, how valu’d that ſerene retreat,

Genius, the Muses, and the Graces ſeat;

Where poeſy to melody attunes,

The penſive whiſp’ring contemplative glooms;

Where in retirement’s ſecluded ſhade,

Their accents harmonize the laurel’d glade;

For Hayley there ſtrikes ſweet his ſounding lyre;

Mellifluous echoes from his touch reſpire:

Whilſt female Hayley with a poliſh’d taſte;

From Lambert teaches elegance and grace,

The bard her worth in tribute verſe acclaims:

His lay, united admiration gains:

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Thus may in friendly concord genius join’d,

Evince the genrous feelings of the mind:

In uniſon let rapid moments roll,

Refine each ſenſe, and elevate each ſoul,

Till emblematic of Caſtalia’s train,

In Gordian knots the ſiſter choir ſhall reign,

And Envy, baniſh’d, loud applauſe engage,

Towards the females’ bright Auguſtan age.

Now Cartwright to maternal feeling pleads,

The parent thro’ the infant ſtages leads, Mrs. Cartwright is authoreſs of Letters on Female Education, and two Novels.

Her friendly ſyſtem’s with inſtruction fraught,

To prune by virtue each puerile thought,

Each noxious weed in earlieſt growth repreſs,

Each budding wiſh with cultivation bleſs;

T’ incite attendance Cartwright’s labours tend,

Her maxims aid to education lend.

To Bonhote next I bring my yielding lay,

And willing homage to our tut’reſs pay ; The Parental Monitor was written by Mrs. Bonhote, who has alſo produced ſome Novels.

Her precepts awe and animate by turns;

Now glows the heart, and vice indignant ſpurns;

Now venerates immortal virtue’s charms;

Now zeal inſpiring pure religion warms;

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Kindly our guide from pleaſure warns to fly,

How glad the taſk, when ſhe directs, to try;

Gently on ſenſe her moral eſſays ſteal,

We read her page, and genuine pleaſure feel.

See there united eaſe, preciſion, truth,

The ſages’ tutor, and the friend of youth;

A mild companion without fiction’s aid;

Nor in faſtidity auſtere array’d,

But joins improvement with amuſement’s pow’r,

To fleet the ſocial or retired hour.

Delighting Burney’s charming novel art

Engages intereſt, and affects the heart,

By varying characters her page excels,

With varying elegance, their lives ſhe tells;

When they appear in gay vivacious ſcenes,

To cheer their preſence mirthful humour beams,

Wit animates them with an air refin’d,

By Satire next the ſprightly ring is join’d;

Our faults, our foibles, all appear reveal’d,

And Fielding ſeems in female form conceal’d;

But not like him by vulgar jeſts diſgrac’d,

No wortheleſs thoughts her beauties have effac’d;

Throughout the whole morality preſides, Miſs Burney wrote the celebrated Novels of Cecilia and Evelina; Anna the Welch Heireſs, and Juvenile Indiſcretions, are aſcribed to her.

Fair purity, the pen of Burney guides.

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In rambling fancy freely Pococke ſtrays,

And fiction’s guiſe inſtructive truth conveys. Miſs Pococke’s Rambles of Fancy were publiſhed in 17801780.

Methinks I now behold the artiſt fair

Incite my tribute with commanding air;

See Kauffman; ſhe who all alike can pleaſe,

On rocks romantic or ſmooth ſurfac’d ſeas,

On the lone woodlands or the ſocial ſcene,

The barren deſert or the fertile green;

On ſummer, when the cooling Zephyr blows,

Or autumn, when the horn of plently flows,

On paſtoral meads, or blooming flow’ry dale,

Or fountains fann’d by breath of evening’s gale,

Or when on hiſtory her pencil draws

Enchanting ſtill, of all ſhe gains applause;

Bell, Damer, Moſer, Mrs. Damer, Bell, Moſer, &c. are all eminently diſtinguiſhed as celebrated artiſts. too transport each ſoul,

While orbs of ſight in wondering rapture roll,

Meek Knight and Coote, who deck the college walls,

With portraits grace the academic halls;

With North and Singleton, Torene and White,

And Flaxman, all the praiſe of taſte invite;

Some ſhow the morn, and ſome the even tide,

When limpid ſtreams in dimpled current glide

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The ſpangled arch appears ſerenely mild,

And floating cloud the rainbow’s ether gild,

Others revolve to Gothic days of yore,

And point to battles fought on Albion’s ſhore;

Dire retroſpect of war’s unpoliſh’d years,

When doubty kings engag’d with fierce compeers;

How Britain’s heroes for their glory fought;

By Britain’s fair with ſofter art is taught.

Now muſic ſounds; Euterpe’s tuneful train,

With matchleſs Sheridan, theſe numbers claim,

But how could I theſe trembling pinions raiſe, The incomparable Mrs. Sheridan has compoſed ſeveral muſical pieces; ſhe wrote alſo Sidney Biddulph, an ingenious novel, and Nourjahad, a tale.

How dare to ſing the female Handel’s praiſe!

Untaught by melody to ſtring the lyre,

Far, far beneath Auſonia’s rap’trous choir,

Nor more to celebrate preſume theſe lays,

No more my verſe on female worth eſſays:

Yet may ſome bard, whom happier talent fire,

Succeſsful to the envied taſk aſpire;

And may the fair accept my votive ſtrain,

A ſmile propitious on my efforts deign;

Whilſt wak’d by Hope, on Fancy’s wings I riſe,

And in idea view Elyſian ſkies,

Where heavenly Science rears her lofty head,

O’er Britain in effulgent luſtre ſpread;

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Here Judgment on majeſtic ſeat appears,

The train of Genius to his law refers;

Beneath the ſhade of wreathing laurel boughs

(There myrtle blooms and Heliconia flows)

Merit attends, and Fame obedient ſtands,

His praiſe to echo to remoteſt lands;

Her voice o’er Death, oblivious Death, prevails,

While wafting Merit blows diffuſive gales;

She Judgment’s mandate thus impels to Fame,

Reſound ne’er ceaſing Britiſh Seward’s name.

Around whoſe chaplet with luxuriance ſweet

Let every beauty of Caſtalia meet;

Thy Barbauld’s garland twiſt from rural groves,

The haunt of melody, when there ſhe moves,

Peruvia’s cypreſs Williams will adorn,

She ſung their woes, and drew their fates forlorn;

O’er Montague in brighteſt luſtre ſhine,

To her thy Shakeſpeare’s honour’d name reſign;

For Carter’s crown the olive branches ſuit,

Minerva’s plant will bear perpetual fruit

Moore, Starke, Mrs. Starke is not mentioned in any other part of the poem; it was finiſhed before that lady’s Tragedy, the Widow of Malabar, was publiſhed; thoſe lines that allude to her were, And Moore, and Cowley tragic habits wear; but I afterwards changed them to Moore, Starke, and Cowley. and Cowley, tragic habits wear,

Let unborn ages pay the tributary tear,

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While Smith enchanting with her plantive ſtrains,

The ſimpleſt, yet the lov’lieſt garland gains;

To diſtant iſles thy trumpet loud reſound,

On foreign ſtrands theſe muſes’ power rebound,

Nor ceaſe with life, as on the Grecian’s urn, See Ariſtonous, printed with Telemachus.

E’er budding myrtles with each ſpring return,

As Delphian laurels ſhall their labours bloom,

Strew by immortal genius, wrought their tomb;

Thus when ag’d Time dear Mem’ry’s aid deprive,

Their worth ſhall ever in their name revive,

Their praiſes long as arts, or thou ſhrill Fame ſurvive.

The End.