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several inaccuracies in the press work. me. I know very well and to my Sorrow,
Mr. Millar grew impatient to have the how servilely Historians copy from one
book published, so that it was impossible another, and how little is to be learned
to send down the proofs to me. I hope, from reading many books, but at the same
however, the papers will be abundantly time when one writes upon any parti-
intelligible. I published them only to cular period it is both necessary and
confirın my own system, about particular decent for him to consult every book
facts, not to obtain the character of an relating to it, upon which he can lay
Antiquarian. If upon perusing the his hands. I am sufficiently Master of

any inaccuracies, either French and Italian; but have no knowwith regard to Style or facts, whether of ledge of the Spanish or German tongues. great or of small importance I will esteem I Aatter myself that I shall not suffer much it a very great favour, if you'll be so by this, as the two former languages good as to communicate them to me. I together with the Latin, will supply Thall likewise be indebted to you, if me with books in abundance. Mr. Walyou'll let me know what reception the pole informed me some time ago that in book meets with among the Literati of the Catalogue of Harleian MSS. in the your acquaintance. I hope you will be British Museum, there is a volume of particularly pleased with the Critical papers relating to Charles V, it is No. 295. Dissertation at the end, which is the pro- I do not expect much from it, but it would duction of a co-partnership between me be extremely obliging if you would take and your friend Mr. Davidson. Both the trouble of looking into it & of informing Sir D. Dalrymple and he offer compli- me in general what it Contains. In the ments to you. 'If Dean Tucker be in Catalogue I have inclosed, this mark x. town this Winter, I beg you would offer is prefixed to all the books which I can my compliments to him.

get in this Country; if you yourself, or I am w.great regard Dr, fir any friend with whom you can use free. Y' m. obdt & mft. o. sert dom, have any of the other books in my

WILLIAM ROBERTSON. lift, & will be so good as to send them to Edinburgh, 1 Jan. 1759.

Mr. Millar he will forward them to me
My address is, one of the Ministers of & I shall receive them with great grati-

tude, & return them with much punctu.
ality. I beg leave to offer compliments

to all our common friends, & particularly

to Dean Tucker, if he be in Town this

season. I wish it were in my power to Dear Sir, I beg leave once more to have recourse confer any return for all the trouble you to your good nature and to your love

have taken in my behalfof literature, and to presume upon put

Edinburgh, 13 Decr. 1759. ting you to a piece of trouble. After con

From DR. BIRCH. fidering several subjects for another Hiftory I have at last fixed upon the reign of To the Rev. Dr. ROBERTSON, at Charles V, which contains the first efta

Edinburgh. blishment of the present political system

Dear Sir London 3 Jany. 1760. of Europe. I have begun to labour fe- Your Letter of the 13 Dec. was parriously upon my task. One of the first ticularly agreeable to me, as it acquainted things requisite was to form a catalogue me with your resolution to 'resume your of books, which must be consulted. As historic pen, & to undertake a subject I never had access to any copious Libra- which from it's importance and Extent, ries, I do not pretend to any extensive & your manner of treating it, , will be knowledge of Authors, but I have made highly acceptable to the public. a list of such as I thought most effential I have perused your list of Books to to the subject, and have put them down be consulted on this occafion; and after just in the order in which they occurred to transcribing it have delivered it to Mr. me, or as I found them mentioned in Millar; & fhall now make some addi. any book I happened to read. I beg you tions to it. would be fo good as to look it over, and The new Hiftorie d'Allemagne by faas your

erudition and knowledge of books ther Barre, Chancellor of the University is infinitely superior to mine I doubt not of Paris, published a few years ago in but you'll be able to make such additions several volumes in 9° is a work of very to my Catalogue, as may be of great use to good Credit, and to be perused by you;

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1796) Original Letters between Doctors Birch and Robertson. 565 as is likewise the second Edition of · Dr. Fiddes in his life of Cardinal Wol. Abrégé chronologique de l'Hiftiore & du sey has frequent occasion to introduce the Droit public d'Allemagne just printed at Emperor his Contemporary, of which Paris, and formed upon the plan of Pre- Bayle in his dictionary gives us an exsident Henault's Nouvelle Abrégé chronolo- press article and not a short one, for ic gique de l'Histoire de France, in which the consists of eight of his pages. reigns of Francis I and Henry JI will Roger Ascharn Queen Elizabeth's Prebe proper to be seen by you.

ceptor when he was Secretary to St. The Memoires pour servir à L'histoire Richard Morifin amb. from K Edward du Cardinal Granvelle" by father Rosper VI to the imperial Court wrote to a Levesque a benedictin Monk which were friend of his a Report & discourse of the printed at Paris in two. Vols

. 12° in affairs & fate of Germany and ibe Emperor 1753 contain some particulars relating to Cbarles's Court. This was printed in the Charles V. Bur this performance is much reign of Queen Elizabeth ; but the copies less curious than it might have been, con- of that Edition are now very rare. How sidering that the Author had the advan. ever this will be foon made public being tage of a vast Collection, above an hun- reprinted in an Edition of all the Author's dred volumes of the Cardinal's original English works now in the press, papers, at Bezançon. Among these are The Epirres des Princes translated from the papers

of his Eminence's father who the Italian by Belleforeft will probably was Chancellour & Minister to the Em- supply you with some few things to your peror Charles V.

purpose. Bishop Burnet in the Summary of Affairs Vol 295 among the Harleian MSS. conbefore the Restoration prefixed to his Hiftory tains little remrkable except fome letters of bis own time, mentions a life of Frede. from Henry VIII's amb*. in Spain in rick Elector Palatine who first reformed 1518 of which you may see an abstract the Palatinate as curiously written by Hu. in the printed Catalogue. bert Thomas Leodius. This book tho' In Dr. Hayne's Collection of State a very rare one, is in my study & shall papers in the Hatfield history p 56 is a be sent to you. You will find in it many long letter of the Lord of the Council of facts relating to your Emperor. The Henry VIII. in 1546 to his amb'. with Manuscript was luckily saved when the the Emperor. library of Heydelberg was plundered and conveyed to the Vatican after the taking

TO DR. BIRCH. of that City in 1622 and it was printed in 1624 at Francfort in 40. The writer Extract from a letter of Dr. Robertson, kad been Secretary & Councellor to the dated College of Edinburgh, 02.8, 1765. Elector.

*** I have met with many interrupAnother book which I shall transmit to tions in carrying on my Charles Ņ, you is a valuable collection of State pa. partly from bad health, and partly from pers made by Mons Rivier' and printed the avocations arising from performat Blois in 1665, in two vols fo. They ing the duties of my office. But I am relate to the reigns of Francis I, Henry now within Sight of Land. The hiftoII and Francis II of France. The in- rical part of the work is finished & I am dexes will direct you to such passages as - busy with a preliminary book in which I concern the Emperor.

propose to give a view of the progress in As Mons'. Amelor de la Houssaie who the State of Society, Laws, Manners, was extremely conversant in modern his. and Arts from the irruption of the barba. tory has in the use Tome of his Memoires rous nations to the beginning of the fixe Historiques politiques et litteraires from p: teenth century. This is a laborious un156 to 193 treated of Charles V I shall dertaking; but I fatter myself that I add that book to my parcel.

shall be able to finish it in a few Months. Varillas's Life of Henry, II of France I have kept the books you was fo good as should be looked into, tho' that Historian to send me, & shall return them carefully has not at present much reputation for as soon as my work is done. exactness and veracity.





With blood! the Sun, that yesterday beheld

This scene so ter:ible, in ail the pump
And dread magnificence of threat'ning war,

Now beams on carcases. Six hundred chiefs, A dispute had arisen between Sparta and Ar. Here yesterday, upreard their might elate

gos, for the possession of Thyrea, a small, Now cold in death! By Alight alone fccute, but valuable territory, which lay con'izuous They live to tell defeat.

Two coward Argives fled my fingle (word to the borders of both ftates, it was to be decided by three hundred combatants from

But Fate reserves each side. Two Argives, Alcinor and Chro. For me the tale of conquest. From my lips mius, survived and returned to Argos. Of And deck my forehead with the laurel wreath,

Sparta shall hear the found of victory, the Spartans, all were Nain, except Othry• Immortal niecd! ades; he passed the night in collecting the spoils, and erecting a trophy. Then, un

But what will Sparta deem willing to survive his friends, with his blood Three hundred warriors for their country fought,

Othryades, alone surviv'd the fight? he wrote upon his shield NIKHSA,

6. I have

Othryadés survival! conquered," and stabbed himself.

How terrible SCINÉ-The Field of Battle À Trophy erected Lies vonder clay-cold heap! each warrior bears - The sun rising

Deep in his b:east the wound. Still yonder face

Retains its wonted character that hand 'Tis done-yon high-icard trophy shall record

Still grasps the useless falchion. I have seen Thy conqueft, Sparta : Argos now no more

That rigid eye beam pleasure, when we met Shall lead her thousands forth in proud atray, Nor stain a soldier's cheek! lc fell ;-he féll

At daily exercise-Away, fond tear!
O'er Thyrea's plain disputed Thyrea's plain Victorious and avenged.
Sparta has won in fight.
'Twas a fierce fight,

But what remains Worthy the cause, and worthy Sparta's Funs. Fo: me?-Shall I return to tell the tale Bravely we fed the vulture. Not a man,

Of dear-bought victory ? Shall I return False to his country, cast the backward look.

Hear the last praises paid the mighty dead; Scarrod in the war of heroes, Sparta's sons

Hear how they died for Sparta, and behold Fought worthy of their face, and Argos then The bay-ftrewn bier ? Meantime the public eye Deserv'd the 'foe The met.-We broke the There is the Spartan who surviv'd his friends!

With jealous glance, Ihall view Othryades shields, We carved the wolf's repaft. Then man met My fame is full_to deck my laurell'd head,

Time has no wreath in store : and shall I live The foot firm-planted mov'd not from the war. To see the laurel wither on my brow? My wounds bleed faft-the cold damp dews Live till my unnerv'd arm thall link beneath of night

The falchion's weight--till drivelling age hangs Pervade the galhes.


Sparta will rejoice The moping head; and I shall with in vain, In her Othryades: the song of praise

That I had perished here with my dead friends ? Shall found his name, and virgins hymn the Perish the thought !-No, let my infant boy lay,

Hear grateful Sparta pour my dirge of praisc, The meed of Valour ;-round my brows thall And lisp his father's fame. My wife !--again bloom

This womanish tear!-Sure she would curse The never-fading wreath. My mother, too,

the hour, Shall hear the praises of her victor fon;

That gave her beauties to a recreant's arms. How will her fond heart beat, to find her fon , Yes, Sparta shall receive the glorious tale Dishonoure not his fire ! already Hope From her Othryades; and when the reads Views the glad scene ;-my wife-how will Thus on my shield, the tidings traced in blood The fly

Vi&torious, “ I have conquered," the thall To clasp her conquering husband to her heart! rank

Othryades amid the hero train. Fairly yon opening morning silds the skyThe faint mifts die away, and roll along Come then, good falchion! thou haft often féd The plain ; on yonder olive shines the dew, On wounds; now batter'd is thy gory edge Nature's beft gem. But not on this red plain, On Argive bucklers, yet the point retains Shines the clear dew.-Here the red earth is Strength for this last beft deed. [Stabs himself. drench'd

July 20.







1796.) Original Paetry.

567 ADRIAN'S DYING ADDRESS TO HIS These riv'lets § chine, which murmur through SOUL.

the mead;

To thee, great Source of Good, their winding ANIMULA, vagula, blandula,

channels lead, Hospes comesque corporis ; Quæ nunc abibis in loca?

Callid forth by thee, these Woods their Pallidula, rigida, nudula,

leaves display, Nec (ut foles) dabis joca.

T'enrich their verdure in the solar ray.

Thou cloach'st cach hedge and bush, each TRANSLATION.

herb and plant Little, courteous, wand'ring thing, To these fair blooming hopes thy blessing grant! Whither wilt thou turn thy wing, Bless thou the rising corn, the graffy field;

The body's friend and gweft ; And let thy bounty plenteous harvests yield I Pale and naked, cold as clay,

On thy supplies both man and beast attend; Forgot, alas ! thy wonted play,

On th’ opening year thou smil'ft, thy goodness Where wilt thou take thy reft?

crowns its end. Cambridge, June 17, 1796.

What various flow'ry beautics fpread the



Which through the healthy air their fragrance OF POLITIAN, TO LORENZO

yield ! MEDICI *

The crowfoot, daisie, cuwllip's golden hue, WHILE burning with poetic fire,

The dandelion, violet's lovely blue.
To thee I tune th' applausive lyre;

How many more their modest graces hide
The jeering rabble flyly note

In the hedge-bottom, or the thicket's fide! (And well they may) my threadbare coat, The primrose, harebell, with the starwort fair, My shoes, thật, gali'd by constant wearing, And low ground-ivy's bloom perfume the air. Threaten to give my toes an aiiing.

These, and each painted form that decks the The rogues but ill conceal their smirking, land, When they remark my ragged jerkin ;

Blend their unrivalid tinctures, and confess thy

hand. They cry, I'm but a scurvy poet, And (wear my shabby taiters how it:

The teacher'd tribes to thee their voices raise, While you, LORENZO, so bepraise me, Rejoice in leing, and resound thy praise. Your fiatt’ry's fure, enough to craze me.

With lab'ring wing, the lark, scarce seen on But prove your eulogies sincere ;

high, Have mercy on my character,



his mattins through the sky. And (no great boon your bard beseeches)

Perch'd on yon lofty poplar's topmast spray, Send me at least, a pair of breeches.

The thrill thrush welcomes the bright source of


Deep in the thickev hid, the blackbird shy, A HYMN,

His mcllow wbittle gunes, to aid the commoa COMPOSED IN A MORNING'S WALK

joy. NEAR CONGLETON, MAY 13, 1758.

Tlie wood-lark, glory of the warbling By the late Rev. MR. TURNER, of Wakefield.

are thy glorious works, Parent of Alternate finks, and swells his varied song.
Good ;"

The gaudy goldfinch, linnet, white-throat fair, The hill, the valc, the pastures, and the With mufi al confusion load the air. wood;

In decper note the ring-dove 'midst the groves, Rich in thy bounties, in thy beauties gay, To his coy matc soft cooing breaches his loves. Nature falutes thy Sun's enliv’ning ray.

The litt'ning (wains, through every brow and

dale, How glorious in thy ftrength he mounts the fky,

Delighted hear, and shout the cuckoo's simple

tale. The spotless azure Heav'ns rejoice on high. The dewy blesungs of this morning hour,

The Aocks and herds, whom thou fup. Arthy command, the Vapours softly shower. How wide this arch is spread, that bending Enjoying thank thee, and pronounce it good.

ply'st with food, round With genial influence broods o'er the teeming The tender lambs their harmless sports pursue.

The fleecy people crop the early dew; ground !

The heifer's low fills all the valleys round; By thee, yon lofty Mountain f rears its The mimic wood-nymph propagates the found. head:

The sweet-breach'd cows she herbage greedy By thce, this humble Valley I finks its bed.


The frolic calf his clumsy gambols plays. * Vid. Mr. Roscoe's Life of Lorenzo, Append. * Vd. I. + The Cloud.

$ The branches of Dane-Inch. 1 Through which Dane Inch runs.



care ;

The fauntring cow-boy Nowly creeps along,

SONG, Now his clear whistle tunes, and now his rustic


(Tune-" Precious Goblet.) These are thy works, O God, and these thy

HAJL the festive joyous hour ! All these, in season due, thy various blessings

Welcome ev'ry social power! share.

Smooth, old Time, thy furrow'd brow,

Far hence be care and surrow now: Bleft Power! that me into existence drew,

Love and Friendlhip crown the day, And spread this fair creation to my view !

Ev'ry heart fall own their sway. Blest Power! that gave me eyes, and ears, and mind,

Mem’ry, bring thy choicest stores;
And taught me, in each object, God to find! Fancy, strew thy brightest flow'rs;
Bleft be that care, that guards my ev'ry day ;

Hymen, god of chaste desires,
That feeds; and clothes, and guides me through Now trim thy lamp, and fan 'thy fires :

Love and friendship crown the day,
my way.

Ev'ry heart fall own their (way.
Accept my thanks for this enliv’ning hour;
This cheerful taste of bliss, that thrills through Tell of childhood's playful years,
ev'ry power.

Free from cares, and free from fears ;
Grateful would I ihy present blessings share, Tell of youthful sports and wiles,
And trust my whole of being to thy future

And tender fighs, and wanton (miles :

Love and friendlhip crown the day,

Ev'ry heart shall own their sway.

Sing the parent's op’ning joys,
S Ο Ν Ν Ε Τ.

Infant trains of girls and boys,
PLEASANT it is awhile to linger here,

Rising virtues growing charms,
Amid the woudlands, list’ning to the While love each kindred bosom warms:

Love and friendship crown the day,
That bathes my throbbing temples, to mine

Ev'ry heart shall own their (way. ear, As fitfully it sweeps along the trees,

Sing the precious fruit matur'd,
Moaning not immelodious. Sacred shade! Firm affection, faith assured ;

I would fain dwell in your most dark recess, Mutual kindness, mutual aid,
Far from the din of folly, where distress,

Each debt of love by love repaid:
With dim eye, never more mould ask the aid

Love and friendship crown the day,
Not mine to grant.
Here would my jaundic'd

Ev'ry heart shall own their fway.

Band of happy brothers, hail ! Soon heal and harmonize : but I again,

Juys like these can never fail; Perforce, muft sojourn in the haunts of men, Mirth, with all her frolic train, Loth from these lonely, lovely scenes to part, Shall echo back our joyful strain : Alone, in crowds, my solitary breast

Love and friendship crown the day,
Would fain, by apathy, be chillid to rest.

Ev'ry heart be blithe and gay.

W. E.


hold us,


GL E E. FAIR was the Fig-tree; for the dews of

(Glorious Apollo.) night Fell on its broad green leaves, for the rich GODDESS of FREEDOM, from on high be.

plain Supplied its nurture, and the kindly rain While thus we dedicate to thee our lays; Descended round, and the sun's genial light Long in thy cause hath principle enrollid us, Beam'd with prolific influence o'er its head. Here, to thy name, a monument we raise. Far in the earth the ramifying root

Thus then combining, heart and voice joining Struck deep, and widely were its branches Sing we in harmony to FREEDOM's praisc.

spread. Fair was it to the eye, but never fruit

Here ev'ry gen'rous sentiment awaking

Zeal that inspir'd our patriots of yore; Sprung from th' ungrateful tree; the dews of night,

Eaci pledge of Freedom giving and partaking, The kindly Thuwers of heaven, and the

Join we our bleeding country to restore. rich plain,

Thus then combining, heart and voice joining,

Send the shouts of LIBERTY from shore to Supplied their nurture, but supply'd in vain,

Thorc. The All-juft law, and blasted with his right. " Hew down that worthless tree," he cry'd,

* The Ode to SOLITUDE, and some other “ whose root

accepted Pieces, will appear in our next. “ Exhausts the land, yet gives no salutary fruit.”



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