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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 partiintelligible. I published them only to cular period it is both neceffary and confirin 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 fufficiently Master of book you discover 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 efteem I fatter myself that I shall not suffer much it a very great favour, if you'll be so by this, as the two former languages gocd as to communicate them to me. I together with the Latin, will supply Ihall 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 freeY' m.

obdt & mst. o. ser dom, have any of the other books in my

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

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

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

to all our common friends, & particularly To DR. BIRCH.

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 Fany. 1760. of Europe. I have begun to labour le- 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 'relume 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 essential

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 addiany book I happened to read. I beg you tions to it. would be fo good as to look it over, and The new Hißoric 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 q°. is a work of very to my Catalogue, as may be of great use to good Credit, and to be perused by you ;

as a

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'Hifiore & du sey has frequent occasion to introduce the Droit public d'Allemagne juft printed at Emperor his Contemporary, of which Paris, and formed upon the plan of Pre- Bayle in his dictionary gives us an exfident Henault’s Nouvelle Abrégé chronolo- press article and not a short one, for ic gique de l'Hiftoire de France, in which the consists of eight of his pages. reigns of Francis I and Henry JI will Roger Aschan 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 Mc fin 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 & ftate of Germany and the Emperor 1753 contain some particulars relating to Cbarles's Court. This was printed in the Charles V. But 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. Howsidering 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 allihe Author's dred volumes of the Cardinal's original Englifh works now in the press, papers, at Bezançon. Among these are The Epitres 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 fee 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 4to. The writer Extract from a letter of Dr. Robertson, kad been Secretary & Councellor to the

dated College of Edinburgh, Oa.8, 1765. Elector.

** I have met with many interrupAnother book which I shall transmit to tions in carrying on my Charles Ň, you is a valuable collection of State pa. partly from bad health, and partly from pers made by Monst 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 histoII 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 hif- and Arts from the irruption of the barba. tory has in the ps Tome of his Memoires rous nations to the beginning of the fixHistoriques politiques et litteraires from p. teenth century. This is a laborious un. 156 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 so 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 rer:ible, in ail the pump
And dread magnificence of threat’ning war,

Now beams on carcasés. Six hundred chiefs, A dispute had arisen between Sparta and Ar. Here yesterday, upreard their might elate gos, for the possession of Thyréa, a small

, Now cold in death! By flight alone sccute, but valuable territory, which lay con'izuous They live to tell defeat.

Two coward Argives filed fingle sword to the borders of both states, 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 conqueft. From my lips mius, survived and returned to Argos. Of And deck my forehead with the laurel wreath,

Sparta fhall hear the sound of victory, the Spartans, all were Nain, except Othry• Immortal mééd! 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 NIKHIA, “ I have Othryadės survived ! conquered," and Aabbed himself.

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

Deep in his breast the wound. Still yonder face 'TIS donemyon high-icard trophy fhall Retains its wonted character-that hand 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 foldier's cheek! lc fell ;-he fell

At daily exercise-Away, fond tear! O'cr 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 suns. 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 how they died for Sparta, and behold

Hear the last praises paid the mighty dead; Scarrod in the war of heroes, Sparta's sons Fought worthy of their face, and Argos then The bay-ftrewn bier ? Meantime the public eye Deserv'd te 'foe he met.-We broke the There is the Spartan who surviv'd his friends!

With jealous glance, shall view Othryadės fhields, We carved the wolf's repaft. Then man met My fame is full-to deck my laurellid 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 fast-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 gashes.


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

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

Hear grateful Sparta pour my dirge of praisć, 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 Dishonourg 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&orious, “ I have conquered," he shall To clasp her conquering husband to her heart ! rank

Othryades amid the hero train. Fairly yon opening morning gilds the ky The 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 dear dew.--Here the red earth is Strength for this last bef deed. [Scabs himself. drench'd

July 20.





1796.) Original Paetry.

567 ADRIAN'S DYING ADDRESS TO HIS These riv'lets 5 chine, which murmur through SOUL.

the mead;

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

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

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

leaves display, Nec (uc soles) dabis joca.

T'enrich their verdure in the solar ray.

Thuu cloath'st each hedge and bush, each_ TRANSLATION.

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

The body's friend and guest ; 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'it, 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 healihy air their fragrance OF POLITIAN, TO LORENZO DE

yield ! MEDICI*.

The crowfoot, daisie, cuwllip's golden huc,

The dandelion, violet's lovely blue.
WHILE burning with poetic fire,
To thee I tune th' applausive lyre;

How many more their modest graces hide
The jeering rabble Ayly 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, that, gali'd by constant wearing, And low ground-ivy's bloom perfume the air. Threaten to give my toes an ailing.

Thefe, 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 tatters low it: The teather'd tribes to thee their voices raise, While you, LORENZO, so bepraise me, Rejoice in being, and resound thy praise. Your fiatt'ry's sure, enough to craze me.

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

high, Have mercy on my character,

Incessant pours his mattins through the sky. And (no great boon your bard beseeches) Perch'd on yon lofty poplar's topmoaft fpray, Send me at least, a pair of breeches.

The thrill thrulh welcomes the bright source of


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

His mellow whittle çunes, to aid the common COMPOSED IN A MORNING's WALK

joy. NEAR CONGLETON, MAY 13, 1758.

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

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

The gaudy goldfinch, linnet, white-throat fair, The bill, the vale, the pastures, and the With musical confusion load the air.

In decper note the ring-dove 'midit the groves, wood; Rich in thy bounties, in thy beauties gay,

To his coy matc soft cooing breathes his loves. Nature salutes thy Sun's enliv’ning ray.

The litt'ning (wains, through every brow and

dale, How glorious in thy Atrength he mounts the sky,

Delighted hear, and thout the cuckoo's simple

tale. The sporless azure Heav'ns rejoice on high. The dewy bleflings of this morning hour, The Aocks and herds, whom thou sup. Acthy 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

The fleecy people crop the early dew; With genial influence broods o'er the teeming The tender lambs their harmless sports pursue. 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-breath'd cows the herbage greedy By thce, this humble Valley I links its bed.


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

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


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care ;

The faunt'ring 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

HAIL 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 Friendship crown the day,
And spread this fair creation to my view!

Ev'ry heart fall own their sway.
Bleft 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 desres,
That feeds; and clothes, and guides me through Now trim thy lamp, and fan thy fires :

Love and friendship crown the day,
my way.
Accept my thanks for this enliv'ning hour;

Ev'ry heart shall own their (way.
This cheerful tafie of bliss, that thrills through Tell of childhood's playful years,
ev'ry power.

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

And tender sighs, and wanton (miles :

Love and friendlhip crown the day,

Ev'ry heart shall own their sway.

Sinig 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,

Rifing virtues growing charms, Amid the woudlands, Jist'ning to the While love each kindred bosom warms : breeze,

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

Ev'ry heart shall own their (way. 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 luve 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,

Joys like these can never fail; Perforce, must 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 folitary breast

Love and friendship crown the day,
Would fain, by apathy, be chill'd to rest.

Ev'ry heart be blithe and gay.

W. E.



hold us,

S O N N E T.

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

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

plain Supplied iis 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 praise.

spread. Fair was it to the cye, 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 lowers of heaven, and the

Join we our bleeding country to restore. rich plain,

Thus thèn cuinbining, heart and voice joining,

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

Thorc. The All-juft faw, and blasted with his fight. " Hew down that worthless tree,” he cry'd, ( whose root

* The Ode to SOLITUDE, aud some other

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



J. T.

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