pted flattery, and dealt disdain.--
E'en shades like these, to brilliancy ally'd,
May comfort fools, and curb the Sage's pride.
Yet Learning's sons, who o'er his foibles mourn,
To latest time shall fondly view his urn;
And wond'ring praise, to human frailties blind,
Talents and virtue of the brightest kind;
Revere the man, with various knowledge stor'd,
Who science, arts, and life's whole scheme explor'd;
Who firmly scorn'd, when in a lowly state,
To flatter vice, or court the vain and great;[72]
Whose heart still felt a sympathetick glow,
Prompt to relieve man's variegated woe;
Whose ardent hope, intensely fix'd on high,
Saw future bliss with intellectual eye.
Still in his breast Religion held her sway,
Disclosing visions of celestial day;
And gave his soul, amidst this world of strife,
The blest reversion of eternal life:
By this dispell'd, each doubt and horrour flies,
And calm at length in holy peace he dies.
The sculptur'd trophy, and imperial bust,
That proudly rise around his hallow'd dust,
Shall mould'ring fall, by Time's slow hand decay'd,
But the bright meed of virtue ne'er shall fade.
Exulting Genius stamps his sacred name,
Enroll'd for ever in the dome of Fame.

THE END.

Footnotes:

[21] "A Scotchman must be a sturdy moralist, who does not prefer
Scotland to truth." Johnson's _Journey to the Western Isles of
Scotland_.

[22] "The Poems of Dr. Watts were by my recommendation inserted in
this collection; the readers of which are to impute to me whatever
pleasure or weariness they may find in the perusal of Blackmore,
Watts, Pomfret and Yalden." Johnson's _Life of Watts_.

The following specimen of their productions may be sufficient to
enable the reader to judge of their respective merits:

"Alas, Jerusalem! alas! where's now
Thy pristine glory, thy unmatch'd renown,
To which the heathen monarchies did bow?
Ah, hapless, miserable town!"

Eleazar's _Lamentation over Jerusalem, paraphrased by_ Pomfret.

"Before the Almighty Artist fram'd the sky,
Or gave the earth its harmony,
His first command was for thy light;
He view'd the lovely birth, and blessed it:
_In purple swaddling bands it struggling lay_,
Old Chaos then a chearful smile put on,
And from thy beauteous form did first presage its own."

Yalden's _Hymn to Light_.

"My chearful soul now all the day
Sits waiting he