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you most distant countries, you seas, havens, “ islands, and shores: for what coast, what land, “ what place is there, in which the lively traces “ of his courage, humanity, greatness, and wil

dom, are not extant

I shall mention another instance of this Figure from the same great Author. In his speech in defence of Milo, accused for killing CloDius, he thus speaks : “ O ye judges, it was “ not by human counsel, nor by any thing, " less than an extraordinary care of the im“ mortal Gods, that this event (the death of “ Clodius) has taken place. The “ themselves, who beheld that monster fall, seem

ed to be moved, and to have inflicted their

vengeance upon him. I appeal to, I call to 66 witness

you,

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hills and groves of Alba, you o the demolished Alban altars, ever accounted

holy by the Romans, and coeval with our reli“ gion ; but which, Clodius, in his mad fury,

having first cut down, and levelled the most " sacred groves, had funk under heaps of com« inon buildings; I appeal to you, I call you “ 'to witness, whether your altars, your divi

nities, your powers, which he had polluted 6 with all kinds of wickedness, did not avenge es themselves when this wretch was extirpated ?

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* Vos denique mutæ regiones imploro, & fola terrarum ultimarum; vos maria, portus, insulæ, litoraque. Quæ eft enim ora, quæ fedes, qui locus, in quo non exstent hujus cùm fortitudinis, tum vero humanitatis, tum animi, tum confilii impresià veftigia? Cicer, pro BALBO, $ 5.

« And thou, O holy JUPITER, from the height « of thy facred mount, whose lakes, groves and

boundaries, he had so often contaminated with « his detestable impurities; and you, the other

Deities, whom he had insulted, at length open

ed your eyes to punish this enormous offender. “ By you, by you, and in your sight, was the “ slow, but the righteous and deserved vengeance “ executed upon him't."

After these, I had almost said, incomparable examples of the Apostrophe from Cicero, in stances of this Figure froin other Writers may appear

with great disadvantage ; but I will cite a few of them, which, in my opinion, are not without their merit.

In Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE's excellent poem, intitled, Creation, we shall find the following lines :

But

+ Non est humano confilio, ne mediocri quidem, judices, Deorum immortalium cura, res illa perfecta, religiones meliercule ipfæ, quæ illam belluam cadere viderunt commoville se videntur, & jus in illo fuum retinuisse. Vos enim jam, Al. bani tumuli, atque luci, vos, inquam, imploro, atque testor, vosque Albanorum obrutæ aræ, facrorum populi Romani fociæ, & æquales, quas ille præceps amentia, cæfis, proftratifque fan&isfimis lucis, substructionum insanis mollibus oppres. serat ; veftræ tum aræ, veftræ religiones viguerunt, veftra vis, valuit, quam ille omni fcelere polluerat. Tuque ex tuo edito monte Laliari, fanete Jupiter, cujus ille lacus, nemora, finelque sæpe omni nefario ftupro, & fcelere macularat, aliquando' ad eum puniendum oculos aperuistis ; vobis illæ, vobis veftro in conspectu feræ, sed juftæ tamen, & debitæ pænæ folutæ funt. ' CICER. pro Milo, $ 31.

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But then Lucretian wits absurdly frame,
To fink those inbred fears, their impious scheme;
To chase the horrors of a conscious mind,
They desp’rate means and wild expedients find.
The hardy rebels, aiming to appease
Their fierce remorse, and dream a while at ease;
Of crying guilt th’avenging pow'r disown,
And pull the high Creator from his throne :
That done, they mock the threats of future pain,
As monstrous fictions of the Poet's brain.

Immediately the Poet lanches into this fine Apostrophe :

Thy force alone, Religion, Death disarms,
Breaks all his darts, and ev'ry viper charms.
Soften’d by thee, the grisly form appears
No more the horrid object of our fears :
We undismay'd this awful pow'r obey,
That guides us thro' the safe, tho' gloomy way
Which leads to life, and to the bleft abode,
Where ravish'd minds enjoy, what here they own'd,

a God *

Mr THOMSON, in his poem, intitled, Summer, gives us these lines :

How then shall I attempt to sing of Him,
Who, Light himself, in uncreated light,
Invested deep, dwells awfully retir'd
From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken;
Whose single smile has, from the first of time,
Fill’d, overflowing all those lamps of heav'n,
That beam for ever thro' the boundless sky:

But

Creation, book iv.

" And thou, O holy JUPITER, from the height “ of thy facred mount, whose lakes, groves and " boundaries, he had so often contaminated with « his detestable impurities ; and you, the other

Deities, whom he had insulted, at length open“ ed your eyes to punish this enormous offender. “ By you, by you, and in your sight, was the “ slow, but the righteous and deserved vengeance “ executed upon hiin t."

After these, I had almost said, incomparable examples of the Apostrophe from Cicero, in stances of this Figure froin other Writers may appear with great disadvantage ; but I will cite a few of them, which, in my opinion, are not with: out their merit.

In Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE's excellent poem, intitled, Creation, we shall find the following lines :

But

# Non est humano confilio, ne mediocri quidem, judices, Deorum immortalium cura, res illa perfecta, religiones mefiercule ipfæ, quæ illam belluam cadere viderunt commoville fe videntur; & jus in illo suum retinuisse. Vos enim jam, Al. bani tumuli, atque luci, vos, inquam, imploro, atque teftor, vosque Albanorum obratæ aræ, facrorum populi Romani fo. ciæ, & æquales, quas ille præceps amentia, cælis, proftratifque fanctiffimis lucis, substructionum insanis mollibus oppresserat ; veftræ tum aræ, veftræ religiones viguerunt, veftra vis valuit, quam ille omni scelere polluerat. Tuque ex tuo edito monte Lariari, fancte Jupiter, cujus ille lacus, nemora, finesque sæpe omni nefario supro, & fcelere macularat, aliquando ad eum puniendum oculos aperuiftis ; vobis illæ, vobis veftro in conspectu seræ, sed juftæ tamen, & debitæ fænæ folutæ funt. ' Cicer. pro Milo, $31.

But then Lucretian wits absurdly frame,
To fink those inbred fears, their impious scheme;
To chase the horrors of a conscious mind,
They desp’rate means and wild expedients find.
The hardy rebels, aiming to appease
Their fierce remorse, and dream a while at ease
Of crying guilt th’avenging pow'r disown,
And pull the high Creator from his throne :
That done, they mock the threats of future pain,
As monstrous fictions of the Poet's brain.

Immediately the Poet lanches into this fine Apostrophe :

Thy force alone, Religion, Death disarms,
Breaks all his darts, and ev'ry viper charms.
Soften’d by thee, the grilly form appears
No more the horrid object of our fears :
We undismay'd this awful pow'r obey,
That guides us thro' the safe, tho' gloomy way
Which leads to life, and to the blest abode,
Where ravish'd minds enjoy, what here they own'd,

a God *.

Mr Thomson, in his poem, intitled, Summer, gives us these lines :

How then shall I attempt to sing of Him,
Who, Light himself, in uncreated light,
Invested deep, dwells awfully retir’d
From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken;
Whose single smile has, from the first of time,
Filld, overflowing all those lamps of heav'n,
That beam for ever thro' the boundless sky:

But

Creation, book iv.

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