Who train'd to lust and murders lore
Her young and menial Paramour;

And urg'd and prais'd him while he crept,
And slew her husband as he slept !
Then is not this a potent spell?
And is not this a charm of hell?

"O thou hast dreamt an evil dream,
And this is all the mind's confusion;
But peace and prayer with holy beam
Shall soon dispel the dark illusion.”

"I do not dream, I cannot sleep,

Incessant shrieks my ears assail;
In vain I pray, and watch, and weep,
Nor pray'r, nor tears, will yet avail.
Yet they shall break the spell at last,
And, its appointed season past,
That spell shall on the wizard turn,
And I shall cease to watch and mourn."

"God rest thee, wand'rer, poor and old, And spread for thee a peaceful pillow; And when to screen from winter's cold, Thou seek'st the hut beneath the willow, The muse's voice thy mind shall lure, To find distemper'd fancy's cure; And I will seek, with book and bell, To frame for thee an holier spell : Till then, poor wand'rer, fare thee well."

Now tune the lyre to Lydian measure, For soften'd scene of festive pleasure.

Light o'er the wave, with swelling sail,
And streamers floating to the gale,
The yacht, fantastic, gaily glides;
That wave reflects her painted sides :
While, close behind, in schallop borne,
The oboe flute, and mellow horn,
The viol, and the clarion shrill,
Bid echo's voice the chorus fill,

And fair and gay, at music's call,
Lead o'er the deck the

mazy

ball,

As 'twere in bow'r or pompous hall.
Now shall we, Muse, in fancy float
With revellers in pageant boat,

And view with them each lovely scene,
Of wooded hill, and valley green,
Till Orwell water, broad and free,
In mingling billows joins the sea?
Or shall we, on the pebbled shore,
Retrace the bolder scenes of Yore,
And tell what corses ridg'd the plain
When Angles chac'd th' invading Dane?
Or call to view the listed field,

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Where gleam the banner, crest and shield
Or, by the merry greenwood side,

- With squire, and dame, and falc'ner ride,
And mark how well the gyr-hawk, tried,
Brings down the heron's tow'ring pride?

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• The banks of this river, and the adjacent country, were the frequent scenes of the most sanguinary conflicts between the Danes and the inhabitants of this county.

In the parish of Nacton, a village bordering on the banks of the Orwell, and near the road leading from Ipswich to Trimley, is a place called "the Seven Hills," so designated from a number of elevations, which have all the appearance of bar ows, though they are more in number than the name implies. Hence it has been plausibly conjectured that it was near this spot, and not at Rushmere, that Earl Ulfketil engaged the Danes in 1010, in which he sustained a signal defeat. In these barrows the slain are supposed to have been buried.

Or list the bugle's jocund sound,
That cheers the deeper throated hound,
Who tracks, unfoil'd, his princely prey,
And holds the antler'd stag at bay ?

O Muse! 'tis thine, with vivid sheen,
To heighten ev'ry present scene,
And shadow those with richer grace,
That memory and fancy trace:
Then oft, beneath the linden tree,
In raptur'd visions visit me ;
And ever let thy magic pow'r
With roses strew my rustic bow'r.

ONEHOUSE.

1782.

The following lines are a translation from a Poem, written in the reign of James the I. entitled "Edes Solitaria," by the Rev. Charles Davy, who says in one of his Letters, dated June 20, 1782 "I shall apply them to the Spot where it has pleased the divine Pro"vidence to place me; and the spirit of the author would "forgive it, could he know with how much propriety they are adapted to this situation, in which I hope "to close the evening of my life."

This Gentleman was educated at Caius College, Cambridge, where he proceeded to the degree of B. A. 1742, and M. A. 1748. He was presented to the Rectory of Topcroft, Norfolk in 1764; and in 1776 to that of Onehouse in this County. He was the author of" Conjectural Observations on the Origin and Progress of Alphabetic Writing, 1772," 8vo. and in 1787

he published in two volumes 8vo. "Letters upon Subjects of Literature." In the Preface to this work he says, most of these little essays were written many years ago; they have been collected from detached papers, "and revised for publication as a relief to the author's "mind, during a confinement now of more than eighteen "months continuance. It seemed good to the Supreme

Disposer of all things to reduce him in a moment, by "an apoplectic stroke, from the most perfect state of "health and cheerfulness, amidst his friends, to a pa"ralytic permanent debility; a debility, which hath "not only fixed him to his chair, but brought on spasms so exquisitely painful, and frequently so unremitted, as scarcely to allow a single hour's repose to him for "many days and nights together. Under the pressure "of these afflictions, God hath graciously been pleased "to continue to him his accustomed flow of spirits, and "to preserve his memory and his understanding in some "degree of vigor. These alleviating blessings have "enabled him to borrow pleasure from past times, in "support of the present; to call back the delightful and "instructing conversations he enjoyed in a society of worthy and ingenious friends, and to resume those "studies and amusements, which rendered the former "part of his life happy."

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His writings in general evince a sound understanding, a correct taste, and a benevolent heart. He died April 8, 1797, in his 75th year, and lies buried in the chancel of the Church of Onehouse, but without any inscription to his memory.

NO gilded roofs here strain the gazer's eye; No goblets flow with noxious luxury;

Sleep, balmy Sleep, here rests his downy wings, Nor waits the purple pomp of gorgeous coverings;

No gems here dazzle the offended sight;

No trilling airs inspire unchaste delight;

No servile bands with crouching necks appear,
Not Flatt'ry's self can find admission here.

But lofty groves of beauteous forms are seen,
The builder oak,† the fir for ever green;
The tow'ring ash, whose clustering tops receive
The rising sun, and deck the ruddy eve;
The alder brown, that loves the watry vales,
The asp light-quiv'ring to the summer gales ;
The willow pendent o'er the mazy stream,
The poplar huge, the elm's extended beam,
Their different colours here display, and vie
In all the tints of varied harmony.

Nor less the shrubs their wholesome fruits afford, And blooming orchards still supply the board:

The Manor of Onehouse, in the reign of Edward the Third, was in the possession of Bartholemew Lord Burghersh, (one of the twelve noblemen to whose care the Prince of Wales was committed at the battle of Cressy) with grant of free warren for all his demesne lands in Suffolk. A farm house hath been built on the site of the old hall, where he probably resided, which was encompassed with a moat, upon whose eastern bank an oak is now growing, and apparently sound, the circumference of which, at the smallest part of the bole, is sixteen feet, and twenty-four at the height of three yards from the ground. Notwithstanding one of its principal leading arms, with several other massy boughs on the north side have been broken off by tempests, it contains at present upwards of four hundred and ninety feet of solid timber by measurement, in its stem and branches. About sixty yards to the southward of this venerable tree, is a broad leafed elm, whose boughs in the year 1781, extended fifty four feet towards the north, and near forty upon its opposite side, measuring each way from the center of the trunk.

The greater part of this parish, two centuries ago, was a wood, except a narrow strip declining to the south east near this large distinguished mansion, which was beautifully situated upon a rising ground, gently sloping into a valley, with a rivulet winding through it. In the base court, or the outside of the moat towards the east, which is a square of half an acre, now the milking yard of the farm house, there were growing in the year 1776, as many ashen trees as contained upwards of a thousand and three hundred solid feet of timber.

This estate, with the manor and advowson of the rectory, is now in the possession of Roger Pettiward, of Great Finborough Hall, esq. The church, which is small, and has a baptistery, or font, of unhewn stone; seems to have been a Saxon building, but a part of the north wall only, extending about ten yards from the tower, which is circular, is all that remains of the original struc ture. It is situated two hundred yards to the north of the moat that surrounded the old mansion house, whose grandeur and solitary situation probably gave name to the parish. No less than a fifth portion of its lands at present consists of woods and groves finely planted with timbers; and even a part of the rectorial glebe adjoining to the parsonage house is a wood of ten or twelve acrcs.