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Num gracilis rident hyemalia frigora myrti?
Num viret in solitis lotos amata locis ?
Ne malus has oculus, ne mala lædat hyems!
Curant, an Zephyris irrita vota dabunt?
Hinnuleique citi, capreolique leves ?
Ducit ubi facilem læta Noama chorum?
Ah! quoties lacrymis humida facta meis?
Antra, puellarum quàm benè nota gregi?
Forsan amatores Meccanâ in valle reductos
Absentis Solimæ commeminisse juvat ! Tempus erit, levibus quo pervigilata cachinnis
Nox dabit unanimi gaudia plena choro; Quo dulces juvenum spirabit cætus amores,
Et lætos avida combibet aure sonos.
BURSTS from yon valley's side the lightning's gleam,
O say, still dwells she in that lonely vale,
Of the various poetical tributes to his memory the Compiler of this brief biographical sketch may be excused for inserting two, the first from Mr. Grant's, and the second from his own, Verses on • The Restoration of Learning in the East,' without intending any second competition.
Accomplish'd JONES! whose hand to every art
The heart so tender and the wit so true, Yet this no malice, that no weakness knew; The song to Virtue as the Muses dear, Though glowing chaste, and lovely though severe. What gorgeous trophies crown his youthful bloom, The spoils august of Athens and of Rome! And lo! untouch'd by British views before, Yet nobler trophies wait on Asia's shore: There, at his magic voice, what wonders rise! Th' astonish'd East unfolds her mysteries: Round her dark shrines a sudden blaze he showers, And all unveild the proud Pantheon towers. Where, half-unheard, Time's formless billows glide, Alone he stems the dim-discover'd tide. Wide o'er th' expanse as darts his radiant sight, At once the vanish'd ages roll in light, Old India's Genius, bursting from repose, Bids all his tombs their mighty dead disclose; Immortal names! though long immersed in shade, Long lost to song, yet destined not to fade. O'er all, the master of the spell presides, Their march arranges, and their order guides ; Bids here or there their ranks or gleam, or blaze, With hues of elder or of later days. See where in British robes sage Menu shines, And willing Science opes her Sanscrit mines! His are the triumphs of her ancient lyres, Her tragic şorrows and her epic fires; Her earliest arts, and learning's sacred store, And strains sublime of philosophic lore: Bright in his view their gather'd pomp appears, The treasured wisdom of a thousand years. Oh! could my verse in characters of day The living colours of thy mind portray, And on the sceptic 'midst his impious dreams Flash all the brightness of their living beams : Then should he know how talents various, bright, With pure Devotion's holy thoughts unite; And blush (if yet a blush survive) to see What genius, honour, virtue ought to be. Philosopher, yet to no system tied; Patriot, yet friend to all the world beside;
Ardent with temper, and with judgement bold,
-“Jones, high-gifted to fulfil her plan;
But nobler cares are his : for human kind
'Twas his to bid admiring India see
Ah! short the blessing: of ethereal fire
It has been observed, that this eminent man' employed his faculties rather in acquiring and arranging his materials, than in building structures of his own with them. Perhaps, wonderful as they were, they were best adapted to that purpose. Be that as it may, we ought not to regret the mode, in which he applied them : he now stands the first of his order, and that a very high order, and on this account deserves one of the most conspicuous places in the temple of Fame.*
* To adopt his own criterion of moral elevation, as stated in the Proem to his Commentaries on Asiatic Poetry'-who, if we look at what he not only meditated but accomplished with respect to the melioration of the condition of sixty or seventy millions of our Eastern subjects, shall stand higher than Sir William Jones? Si enim quæratur, ecquis hominum sit maximus? “Ille (inquam) qui optimus:” si rursus interroger, Quis optimus hominum sit? respondeam,” Is, qui de humano genere sit optimè meritus. The deep regret, which he expresses in the paragraphs immediately following, at the prospect of leaving his most beloved academic bowers,' will excite congenial feelings in every bosom, which has throbbed under similar circumstances with the joint impulses of youthful friendship and of honourable ambition: