Here is committed to earth's' trust
Wise, pious, spotlesse, learned dust,
Wh living more adorned the place,
Then the place him such was Gods

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Tho. Younge

DD

Mr of le Coll Cam

grace.

A member of Y late assem.

Pastor here An 28

Died An. Etatis 68.

Xti 1655.

Nov 28.

Who, with his deare wife & Eldest
Son Tho Young M A & President
of Je Coll Cam, lyes here expect
ing Y Resvrection.

The following Elegy, which possesses much beauty and poetic merit, is translated from the Latin of Milton by Cowper, the celebrated Author of "The Task." It was sent by Milton to his Tutor, whilst resident on the continent, and evinces in a high degree the affection and gratitude of the pupil.

HENCE my epistle-skim the deep-fly o'er
Yon smooth expanse to the Teutonic shore!
Haste-lest a friend should grieve for thy delay-
And the Gods grant, that nothing thwart thy way!
I will myself invoke the king, who binds,
In his Sicanian echoing vault, the winds,
With Doris and her nymphs, and all the throng
Of azure gods, to speed thee safe along.
But rather, to insure thy happier haste,
Ascend Medea's chariot, if thou may'st;
Or that, whence young Triptolemus of yore
Descended, welcome on the Scythian shore.
The sands, that line the German coast, descried,
To opulent Hamburga turn aside!

So called, if legendary fame be true,
From Hama, whom a club-arm'd Cimbrian slew!
There lives, deep-learn'd and primitively just,
A faithful steward of his Christian trust,
My friend, and favorite innate of my heart,
That now is forced to want its better part!
What mountains now, and seas, alas! how wide!
From me this other, dearer self divide,
Dear, as the sage renown'd for moral truth
To the prime spirit of the attic youth!
Dear, as the Stagyrite to Ammon's son,
His pupil, who disdain'd the world he won!
Nor so did Chiron, or so Phoenix shine
In young Achilles' eyes, as he in mine.
First led by him thro' sweet Aonian shade
Each sacred haunt of Pindus I survey'd ;
And favor'd by the muse, whom I implor'd,
Thrice on my lip the hallow'd stream I pour'd.
But thrice the sun's resplendent chariot roll'd
To Aries, has new ting'd his fleece with gold,
And Chloris twice has dress'd the meadows gay,
And twice has summer parch'd their bloom away,
Since last delighted on his looks I hung,

Or my ear drank the music of his tongue :
Fly, therefore, and surpass the tempest's speed!
Aware thyself, that there is urgent need!
Him, entering, thou shalt haply seated see
Beside his spouse, his infants on his knee.
Or turning, page by page, with studious look,
Some bulky father, or God's holy book:
Or minist❜ring (which is his weightiest care)
To Christ's assembled flock their heavenly fare:
Give him, whatever his employment be,
Such gratulation, as he claims from me!

And, with a down-cast eye, and carriage meek,
Addressing him, forget not thus to speak!

'If, compass'd round with arms thou canst attend
To verse, verse greets thee from a distant friend.
Long due, and late, I left the English shore ;
But make me welcome for that cause the more,
Such from Ulysses, his chaste wife to cheer,
The slow epistle came, tho' late, sincere.
But wherefore, this? why palliate I the deed,
For which the culprit's self could hardly plead?
Self charged, and self-condemn'd, his proper part
He feels neglected, with an aching heart;
But thou forgive delinquents, who confess,
And pray forgiveness, merit anger less;
From timid foes the lion turns away,

Nor yawns upon or rends a crouching prey;
Even pike-wielding Thracians learn to spare,
Won by soft influence of a suppliant prayer ;
And heav'n's dread thunderbolt arrested stands
By a cheap victim, and uplifted hands.

Long had he wish'd to write, but was with-held,
And, writes at last, by love alone compell'd,
For fame, too often true, when she alarms,
Reports thy neighbouring fields a scene of arms;
Thy city against fierce besiegers barr'd,
And all the Saxon chiefs for fight prepar'd.
Enyo wastes thy country wide around,
And saturates with blood the tainted ground;
Mars rests contented in his Thrace no more,
But goads his steeds to fields of German gore,
The ever verdant olive fades and dies,

And peace, the trumpet-hating goddess, flies,

Flies from that earth which justice long had left, And leaves the world of its last guard bereft.

Thus horror girds thee round. Meantime alone Thou dwell'st, and helpless in a soil unknown; Poor, and receiving from a foreign hand The aid denied thee in thy native land. Oh, ruthless country, and unfeeling more Than thy own billow-beaten chalky shore! Leav'st thou to foreign care the worthies, given By providence, to guide thy steps to Heav'n? His ministers, commission'd to proclaim Eternal blessings in a Saviour's name! Ah then most worthy, with a soul unfed, In Stygian night to lie for ever dead!! So once the venerable Tishbite stray'd An exil'd fugitive from shade to shade, When, flying Ahab, and his fury wife, In lone Arabian wilds, he shelter'd life; So, from Philippi, wander'd forth forlorn Cilician Paul, with sounding scourges torn; And Christ himself, so left, and trod o more, The thankless Gergesene's forbidden shore.

But thou take courage! strive against despair! Quake not with dread, nor nourish anxious care! Grim war indeed on ev'ry side appears,

And thou art menac'd by a thousand spears;
Yet none shall drink thy blood, or shall offend
Ev'n the defenceless bosom of my friend.
For thee the Ægis of thy God shall hide,
Jehova's self shall combat on thy side.
The same, who vanquish'd under Sion's towr's
At silent midnight, all Assyria's pow'rs,

The same who overthrew in ages past,
Damascus' sons that lay'd Samaria waste:
Their king he fill'd and them with fatal fears
By mimic sounds of clarions in their ears.
Of hoofs, and wheels, and neighings from afar,
Of clashing armour, and the din of war.

Thou, therefore, (as the most afflicted may) Still hope, and triumph, o'er thy evil day! Look forth, expecting happier times to come, And to enjoy, once more, thy native home!

Clodio:

From the "MARKET TOWN," a MS. Poem.

BY MR. JOHN WEBB.

Samuel Curteen, who in the following lines is designated under the appellation of "Clodio," was a native of Haverhill, and the eldest son of a gentleman, eminent for his proficiency in the medical profession.

He was educated at St. Peter's College, Cambridge, where he proceeded to the degree of M. B. in 1723. He practised, with considerable success, at Haverhill for some years; but a fondness for company, an eccentricity of character, and an unfortunate propensity to drinking, by degrees diminished his practice, and reduced him to the most abject poverty. After many reverses of fortune, brought upon himself by his imprudence, and irregularities, he sought a refuge in a sordid and miserable shed in that town, where he ended his days on the 28th of February, 1767.