Here RUSSEL lies, enfranchis'd by the grave!
He priz'd his birthright, nor would live a flave.
• Few were his words, but honest and fincere,
• Dear were his friends, his country still more dear;
In parents, children, wife, fupremely blefs'd,
But that one paffion fwallow'd all the reft;
To guard her freedom was his only pride;
• Such was his love, and for that love he dy'd..
Yet fear not thou, when Liberty displays

• Her glorious flag, to fteer his course to praise;
• For know, (whoe'er thou art that read'ft his fate,
And think'ft, perhaps, his fufferings were too great!)
• Blefs'd as he was, at her imperial call,

• Wife, children, parents, he refign'd them all;

• Each fond affection then forfook his foul,

• And Amor Patriæ occupied the whole;

• In that great cause he joy'd to meet his doom,

• Blefs'd the keen axe, and triumph'd o'er the tomb !*
The hour draws near-But what are hours to me?
Hours, days, and years hence undiftinguifh'd flee!
Time, and his glass, unheeded påss away,
Abforb'd and loft in one vast flood of day!

On Freedom's wings my foul is borne on high,
And foars exulting to it's native fky!

THE WINTER'S WALK..

BY DR. JOHNSON.

EHOLD, my fair, where'er we rove,

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What dreary profpects round us rife;

The naked hill, the leaflefs grove,

The hoary ground, the frowning fkies!

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So may fancy and judgment together combine,
And thy bofom be fill'd with an ardour divine;
That thy brows may the laurel with justice ftill claim,
And the temple of liberty mount thee to fame.

If it e'er can give pleasure to know my career,
When proud London I left with intentions fo queer,
Accept it in verfe.-On the very first day

When the queen of warm paffions precedes the fair May;
When, fo custom prefcribes, and, to follow old rules,
One half of mankind makes the other half fools;
From the town I first breath'd in, I fally'd in hafte,
Thro' Highgate, and Finchley, and Barnet, I pafs'd:
At St. Alban's I diu'd with a laughing gay crew,
Not compleat was the fet without Tucker and you.
Where the Eighth of our Harries deferted his mate,
And procur'd a full fentence against his old Kate,
Our brifk company fupp'd, while our wine gave a spring,
And tho' at the Crown, we ne'er thought of the King.
The morrow fucceeding I got from my bed,:.
As a fheet, all the roads were with fnows overfpread;
But the gods, who will never abandon a poet,
As oft has been faid, condefcended to fhow it:
In a coach and fix horfes the ftorm I defy'd;
And, left by my friends, thro' the tempeft I ride.
Newport-Pagnel receiv'd me, and gave me a dinner,
And a bed at Northampton was prefs'd by a finner :
No figns of fair weather, the Weft-Chefter coach
At nine the next morning, a welcome approach,
Prefents fresh example; I travell'd all day,
At Crick eat my dinner, at Coventry lay;

I tremble whene'er I reflect on the roads
That lead to thofe dirty worm-eaten abodes,
Where a woman † rode naked their taxes to clear,
And a taylor for peeping paid damnably dear;,

*Dunstable.

Lady Godina.

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For two parliaments fam'd*, which intail a disgrace,
And have left their foul manners to poison the place.

Next morning the fun, with a face of red hue,
Had clear'd up th' expanfe, and array'd it in blue,
When I left the vile town, 'gainst which ever I'll rail,
While Meriden + offers no humble regale ;

But near Mixal Park din'd at house of mean fame,
And at night to the field of slain carcasses came ‡ ;
Tho' full old are thy tow'rs, yet receive my juft praise,
May the ale be recorded, and live in my lays!
Thy Gothick cathedral new homage still claims,
Nor refufe I thy due, tho' repair'd by King James §.
I forgot to advise you, the sky being clear,
'Twas at Coventry first I ascended my chair,

But, alas! on the morrow, how dismal the fight!
For the day had affum'd all the horrors of night;
The clouds their gay vifage had chang'd to a frown,
And in a white mantle cloath'd Litchfield's old town;
But at noon all was o'er, when intrepid and bold
As a train-band commander, or Falstaff of old,
And proudly defying the wind and the fnow,
When the danger was paft, I determin'd to go.
At Stone I repos'd, but at Oufley I din'd,

Where our reck'ning was cheap, and the landlord was kind :
Next morning we fally'd, and Staffordshire loft;

But not ill entertain'd by a Ceftrian host.

On the banks of the Wever, at Namptwich, renown'd
For an excellent brine pit, our dinner we found;

* A parliament was held here in the reign of Henry IV. called Parlia mentum Indoctorum; and another in that of Henry VI. called Diabolicum. + Meriden is famous for ale.

Campus Cadaverum, was the ancient name for Litchfield, on account of a perfecution there in the days of Dioclefian.

King James II.

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The wine was not bad, tho' the ale did difplease,
And an unctuous desert was ferv'd up of old cheese ;
But as time will not tarry, our course we refume,
And St. George's dragoons take their seats in our room
So travelling onwards, with pleasure we fee

Old Caerleon fo famous o'er-looking the Dee;
Four days there we refted; and, blithefome and gay,
Forgot the bad weather we met on the way;
Then old Chester, farewel, till I see thee again,

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And can stroll thro' thy streets without dreading the rain † ;
May thy river still swell †, better pleas'd with his charge,
Than when Edgar was row'd by eight kings in his barge!
Be the maidens all virtuous who drink of thy tide,
And each virgin in bloom be affianc'd a bride!
May the heart and the hand at the altar be join'd,
And no matron complain that a husband's unkind!
Let their bounty to ftrangers refound in each fong;
Be Barnftone & their copy, they cannot go wrong.

O'er the cuts of the river our track we pursue,
And old Flint in the prospect now rises to view;
How ftrange to behold! here our language is fled;
To converse with these people 's to talk to the dead
And a Turk or Chinese is as well understood
By these roifters, who boast of Cadwalladar's blood,
As an Englishman here, who is certainly undone,
If he thinks to make ufe of the language of London.
From Flint we depart with our landlord and guide,
Who fhew'd us that kindness which courts never try'd;

General St. George's dragoons were marching up to London, and a party of them just came in when we were leaving it.

The streets of Chefter have shops on each fide covered over; which, if not beautiful to the eye, at leaft preferve one from the rain.

town.

People are now employed to make the River Dee navigable up to the

Robert Barnftone, Efq. whe afed me with the utmost hofpitality.

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