Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2014 https://archive.org/details/aedeswalpolianaeOOwalp_0 jEDES JVALPOLI^NM: O R, A DESCRIPTION OF THE CoUedion of Pidures AT Houghton-Hall in Norfolk^ The Seat of the Right Honourable Sir ROBERT IV A LP OLE, EARL of O R F O R D. The Second Edition with Additions. Artijls and Pla?2s relievd my folemn Hours \ J founded Palaces, and planted Bowers. Prior' J Solomon, LONDON: Printed in the Y e a R M DCC LII. T O Lord O R F O R D. S I R, YO U will eafily perceive how different this addrefs is from other dedications. They are gene- rally calculated, by praifing the noble, the powerful, the rich, to engage pro- tection and favour to the work : and A 2 when iv DEDICATION. ^ when the timidity or obfcurity-of the author may be prejudicial to his book, he borrows virtues from other men to patronize and fhelter his own blemiflies. This is not the cafe of what I offer You : it is a work of your own ; a plain defcription of the effects of your own tafte. If I defign'd to compliment You, the Book itfelf would fupply me with topics. If I mentioned the Ornaments of the Houfe, your Star, your Coronet are panegyrics on your Nobility; the True Nobility^ as You are the fountain of it in our Family ; and DEDICATION. v and however the fenfe of the world may differ from me, I own, I had ra- ther be the firft Peer of my Race than the hundredth. Your power and your wealth fpeak themfelves in the grandeur of the whole Building And give me leave to fay, Sir, your enjoying the latter after lofing the former, is the brighteft proof how honeft were the foundati- ons of both. Could thofe virtuous men your Fa- ther and Grandfather arife from yon- der church, how would they be ama- zed to fee this noble edifice and fpa- cious vi DEDICATION. cious plantations, where once flood their plain homely dwelling! How would they be fatisfy'd to find only the Manfion-houfe, not the Morals of the Family altered ! May it be long, Sir, ere You join Them ! And oh ! as You wear no ftain from Them, may You receive no difgrace from Your dutiful and affedionate Son, Houghton, ^^g' 24, 1743. Horace Walpole. C V" ) INTRODUCTION. THE following account of Lord Orford's Colleftion of Pi£l:ures, is rather intended as a Catalogue than a Defcription of them. The mention of Cabinets in which they have for- merly been, with the addition of the meafures % will contribute to afcertain their originality, and be a kind of pedigree to them. In Italy, the native foil of almoft all Vertu, de« fcriptions of great Collections are much more com- mon and much more ample. The Princes and Noblemen there, who lov'd and countenanc'd the Arts, were fond of letting the world know the Curiofities in their poffeffion. There is fcarce a large * They have been newly meafured, and are- more correct than in the firft edition. vili INTRODUCTION. large Colleftion of Medals but is in print. Their GemSjtheir Statues, and Antiquities are all publifti'd. But the moft pompous works of this fort are the ^DEs Barbarin.^ and GiusTiNiANiE, the latter of which are now extremely fcarce and dear. Commerce, which carries along with it the Curiofities and Arts of Countries, as well as the Riches, daily brings us fomething from Italy. How many valuable Colle£tions of Pi£l:ures are there eftabliftied in England on the frequent ruins and difperfion of the fineft Galleries in Rome and other Cities ! Moft of the famous Pallavicini Colleftion have been brought over ; many of them are aQ:u- ally at Houghton. When I was in Italy, there were to be fold the Sagredo Collection at Venice, thofe of the Zambeccari and San Fieri palaces at Bologna ; and at Rome, thofe of the * Sacchetti and Cardinal Ottoboni ; and of that capital one I mention'd, the Barbarini : but the extravagant 3 prices * The Sacchetti CoUedion has been iince purchafed by Pope Benedi are fo defcriptive of modern Idolatry, that tho' fo frequently applied, they ftill retain all the Force of N 2 their loo A Sermon on Painting. their firft Severity. I do not delign to run into the Parallel of ancient and modern Superftition, but fhall only obferve with Concern, that the fame Arguments which at laft exploded and defeated the Heathenifm of the Gentiles, have not yet been able to conquer the more obflinatc Idolatry of Chriftians. The blind, the mif-led Pagans^ bow'd and ador*d the firft Ray of Truth that broke in upon them : but We have Eyes, and will not fee 1 I muft remark to you, that the Words in the Text, tho' fpoken of Images, which were more particularly the Gods of the Ancients, are equally referable t© the Pidures of the Rotnijh Church, and to them I fhall chiefly confine this Difcourfe* Indeed, fb grofs is the Error of adoring the Works of the Creature, that the Folly feems almoft greater than the Sin ; feems rather to demand Pity, than pro- voke Indignation \ They would worfhip ! they bow to a Shadow ! They would adore the incompre- henfible God ! but they revere the faint Produce of their own Idea ! Inftead of him who is the Eye of the univerfal World ; who fpeaks through all Nature, who breathes Life into every Being ; inflead of him, they A Sermon on Painting, ioi they adore Shadows, that have Eyes, but fee not ; Mouths, but fpeak not ; neither is there any Breath in their Noftrils. Thefe are thy Gods, O Rome 1 It has been obferved, that the Evil Principle has with the moft refined Policy always chofe to fpread his Law under the Covert of the tru e one ; and has never more fuccefsfully propagated Sin, than when introduced under the Veil of Piety. In the prefent Cafe, has he not deluded Men into Idolatry by pafT- ing it on the World for Religion ? He preached up Adoration of the Godhead, but taught them to wor- fhip the Copy for the Original,, Nay, what might have tended to heighten their Devotion, he perverted to the Means of their Deftrudion. Painting, in it- felf, is innocent ; No Art, no Science can be crimi- nal ; 'tis the Mifapplication that muft conftitute the Sin. Can it be wrong, to imitate or work after the Works of the Divinity, as far as Man can. copy the Touches of the great Artificer ? 'Tis when with im- pious Eyes we look on the Human Performance as Divine ; when we call our own trifling Imitations of the Deity, inimitable Gods : 'Tis then we fin : This is Vanity! this is Idolatry I Would we with other Eyes regard thefe Efforts of Art ; how conducive to Reli- gion !. I02 A Sermon on Painting. gion ! What Subjeds for devout Meditation ! How great that Being, that could give to his Produdions the Power even to work after his Almighty Hand, to draw after his Heavenly Defigns ! Could we fo in- form our Labours, our Creations ; then were Idola- try more excufable ; then might the Veflel fay to the Potter, How haft thou made me thus f And here I can but refled on that infinite Good- nefs, whofe Thought for our Amufement and Em- ployment is fcarce lefs admirable than his Care for our Being and Prefervation, Not to mention the various Arts which he has planted in the Heart of Man, to be elaborated by Study, and ftruck out by Applica- tion ; I will only mention this one of Painting, Him- felf from the Duft could call forth this glorious Scene of Worlds ; this Expanfe of azure Heavens and golden Suns ; thefe beautiful Landfcapes of Hill and Dale, of Foreft and of Mountain, of River and of Ocean ! From Nothing, he could build this goodly I^Vame of Man, and animate his univerfal Pidure with images of himfelf. To Us, not endowed with Om- nipotence, nor Mailers of Creation, he has taught with formlefs MafTes of Colours and Diverfifications of Light and Shade, to call forth little Worlds from the blank Canvafs, and to people our mimic Land- fcapes Sermon on Painting. 103 fcapes with almofh living Inhabitants ; Figures, who tho' they fee not, yet have Eyes ; and have Mouths that fcarce want Speech. Indeed fo great is the Per- fection to which he hath permitted us to arrive, that , one is lefs amazed at the poor Vulgar, who adore what feems to furpafs the Genius of human Nature ; and almofl: excufe the Credulity of the Populace, who fee Miracles made obvious to their Senfes by the Hand of a Raphael or a Guido, Can we wonder at a poor illiterate Creature's giving Faith to any Legend in the Life of the RomiJJj Virgin, who fees even the Dodors of the + Church dilputing with fuch Energy on tti^^u^f bj^cj/- marvellous Circumftances afcribed to her by the Ca-caiiSy^^^ tholicks ? He muft be endowed with a Courage, a Strength of Reafoning above the common Standard, who can reje A T r \ ' SeethePic- panions : lie drew poor anguiln d l^azarus^ lighmg cure of Di>^ Painting. for their Pardon, when injured himfelf ! How ten- derly deny them fpecious Favours, which he knew muft turn to their own Deftrudlion ! See him lead them through Oppofition, through Plots, thro' Ene- mies, to the Enjoyment of Peace, and to the PofTefTion of a La?2d flowing with Milk and Honey ! Or with Alludes to the more Surprize fee him in the barren Defert, where Waters made rill zt Houghton, Sands and Wilds overfpread the dreary Scene, where and to the ' S^^ftHking Hopes of Moifture, no Profped of undifcover'd ?i|°,t'theSprings could flatter their parching Thirft ; fee how Gallery. ^j^j^ ^ miraculous Hand A Line of J^e flvuck the Rocky a7td flrait the TV aters flowd. Whoever denies his Praife to fuch Evidence of Merit, or with jealous Look can fcowl on fuch Bene- fits, is like the fenfelefs Idol, that has a Mouth that /peaks noty and Eyes that cannot fee* Now to GOD the Father, &c. A JOURNEY A JOURNEY T O HOUQHTON, The Seat of the Right Honourable Robert Walpole Earl of Orford, In the County of Norfolk. A P O E M. By the Reverend Mr. W H A L E Y, A JOURNEY T O HOUGHTON. A POEM. SWEET Nymphs, that dwell on Pindus" verdant fide. And o er the Woods, without a Blufli, prefide, Celeftlal Mufes, deign your Bard a Lay, As on the winding Banks of Tan I ftray. Yet 1 1 8 A Journey to Houghton : Yet if the Nymphs from Pindus fcorn to bow. Nor deign to liften to a Voice fo low ; Their Pride I will repay, and in defpite. While fuch my Theme, of all the Mufes write. Recall we then, for fl:ill 'twill pleafe, to mind The Morn we left dull Norwich Smoke behind. When, as the lofty Spire juft funk from View, To a fair verdant watered Vale we drew 5 Where 'midft fair Liberty's all-joyous Plains PopVy ftill feems to hug her galling Chains. The Dragon in Hefperian Gardens old Thus flumb'ring lay, and tailed not the Gold j Thus, 'midft th' eternal Spring yudaa keeps. The lazy Poifon of Afphaltus fleeps. Bend then, my Mufe, thy Flight to WeJlon\ Plains^ (No Verfe can flow where Papal Slav'ry reigns) JVejlon! A POEM. 119 Wejlon ! whofe Groves not envy Pindus" Shade^ Nor bleft with Ridley^ want Apollo % Aid. Here Virtue reigns, and o'er the fruitful Land Reli gion walksj with Freedom Hand in Hand ^ His little Flock the pious Prieft informs. And ev'ry Breaft with Heav'n-born Doctrine warms, Soft flows his Stream of Eloquence along. And Truths Divine come mended from his Tonrae. Here the known Bounty of the Place we bleft, And to our Number join'd the chearful Prieft. Thro' ancient ^ Elmham next our Way we take. And gravely nodding, wife Refleftions make y How ftrongeft Things deftrudlive Time o'erturns. And the wafte Town its ravifli'd Mitre mourns ^ Mitre ! repeats the Prieft with fimp'ring Leer, 'Twill fit at Norwich full as well as here. But f Elmham, now a fmall Village, formerly the Bilhop's See, which is now at Norivich. I20 j1 Journey to Houghton : But now, my Mufe, in Blulhes hide thy Face, Nor deign the next vile Town in Verfe a Place ; Unlefs thou canft indite in Blackmore\ Strain, And fay, we call'd full hungry at the Swan^ But found not Hay for Horfe^ nor Meat for Man, Dire Hunger ! that with meagre Vifage ftalks. And never fails to crofs the Poet's Walks, But three fhort Miles foon brought us bounteous Aid, And Mileham^s Fulnefs Brifley'^s Want o'er paid. See ! the gay Unicorn the Wood adorn, Fair fign of Plenty with his Iv'ry Horn ! Here Ceres fpread her Fruits with lavifli Hand, And Bacchus laughing waited our Command. Hence pleas'd and fatisfy'd we take our Roadj And fometimes laugh and talk, but oftner nod. Yet this foft Indolence not long we kept. But wak'd to fee where others fafter flept j A POEM. 121 ^ Where Coke\ Remains beneath the Marble rot, His Cafes and Diftin£lIons all forgot , His Body honoured and to Fame confign'd. For Virtues flowing from th' immortal Mind. What would avail this fumptuous Mafs of Stone, Were he not from his Works for ever known ? Let the Survivors of fuch great Men's Dufl, Ne'er think to add to Virtue by a Buft j If falfe, Pofterity will find the Lie ; If true, without it, it will never die ; But thro' fucceeding Ages fliine the fame. Or from fome Leic'fler catch a brighter Flame. But Tittlejhali^ a Village, in the Church of which is the Burial-Place of the noble Family of Coke^ and a very fine Marble Monument of the Right Honour- able Sir Edward Cokey Lord Chief Juftice of the King's Bench in the Reign of King James I, and Anceftor to the prefent Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Leicejier. 122 A Journey to Houghton : But farewel Death and Tombs, and mouldVingUrns^ Our Eye with Joy on neighb'ring ^ Rainham turns ; Where Pleafures undecaying feem to dwell, Such as the Happy in Klyfium feel. Where Heroes, Statefmen, and the virtuous Croud, Receive the great Reward of being Good. Such Pleafures ev'n on Earth had Heav'n ordain'd. For him who once our tott'ring State fuftain'd ; Who join'd the glorious Freedom-loving Crew, Fixt to great Cafar what was defars Due, And then^ Didiator-like, to Fields withdrew. Fair ran the Current of his Age, ferene As the pure Lake that bounds the various Scene. Here whate'er Nature beauteous boafts we find, Charming when fep'rate, but more charming join'd, 3 Pleafures, * Raynham, the Seat of the Right Honourable Charles Vifcount Townpend. A P O E M. 123 Pleafures, tho' changy, we meet where'er we rove, On Hill, in Dale, on Plain, in (hady Grove j Here fwell the Hillocks crown^ with golden Grain, There, at their Feet, fair flows the liquid Plain, O'er thofe the Larks extend their labour'd Note, On this the Swans in Inowy Grandeur float. To Houghton then we take our pleafing Way, Thrice happy Bound 'ry of a well-fpent Day ; Here chearful Plenty met the wearied Guefl, And fplendid Welcome doubly crown 'd our Reft. Thou then, Apollo^ aid the Poet's Lay, Thy Beams gave Lufl:re to the following Day ; When in one Houfe more Beauties join'd we found. Than e'er thou feefl: in all thy glorious Round ; Where Walpole plac'd with curious happy Cofl:, Whate'er Magnificence or Tafl:e can boafl: ; 0^2 Where, 1 24 ^ Journey to Houghton : Where, in what Building nobleft has, we find Preferv'd, what Painting livelieft e'er defign'd. See ! Sculpture too her Beauties here difclofe,^ Such as old Phidias taught, and Ryjbrack knows. ^ Laocoon here in Pain ftill feems to breath, While round his Limbs the pois'nous Serpents wreath. Life ftruggling feems thro' ev'ry Limb to pafs, And dying Torments animate the Brafs. The Pencil's Pow'r the proud Salon difplays. And ftruck with Wonder on the Paint we gaze. See ! the proud ^ Rabbins at the fumptuous Board, Frown on the Wretch who kneels before her Lord, And The Statue of Laocoon in Bronze by Girardoriy from the Antique. • The Pidture of Mary Magdalene wafhing Chriji'% Feet, by Sir Peter Paul Rubens^ hom iLt Antwerp 1577, and died 1640. A . P O E M. 125 And the rich Unguent, in Devotion meet. Pours, mixt with Tears, on her Redeemer's Feet. In vain with Hypocritic Rage they glow, While Mercy fmooths the Heavenly Stranger's Brow, He the true Penitent with Eafe defcries,^ Sees the Heart fpeaking in the melting Eyes, Bids evVy Tear with full EfFefl: to ftream. And from his Vengeance all her Sins redeem. On the next ^ Cloth behold Vandyke difplay Celeftial Innocence, immortal Day, His Pencil here no more with Nature vies. Above her plaftic PowV his Genius flies \ Soars on Promethean Wing aloft, and there Steals Forms which Heav'n-born Cherubs only wear 5 Pours * The Holy Family with a Dance of Angels, by Sir Anthony Vandyke^ a Scholar of Rubens^ hoxvL^ii Antwerp 1599, and died 1641, 126 yl Journey to Houghton : Pours Airs divine into the human Frame, Darts thro' his Children's Eyes Seraphic Flame, While o'er the facred Forms fuch Beauties reign. As not belie the Sainthood they contain. Behold ! where ^ Stephen fainting yields his Breath, By great Le Sueur again condemn'd to Death ; With ftrange Surprize we view the horrid Deed, And then to Pity melted turn the Head, Left, as Spectators of the Martyr's Fall, We innocently fhare the Crime of SauL Here too ^ Albano\ Pencil charms the Eye 5 Morellio here unfolds the azure Sky, Sweet « The Stoning of St. ^tephen^ by Euftache Le Sueur ^ born at Paris 1617, and died 1655. ^ yeJjn baptizing Chriji^ by Francis Albani, who died 1662. A POEM. 127 * Sweet modeft Charms the Virgin's Cheek adorn, To Heav'n, on Wings of fmiling Seraphs born. The next gay Room is known by ^ Carious Name, Fair Maufoleum of Maratti\ Fame ! Such Strokes, fuch equal Charms each Picture boafts. We venture not to fay which pleafes moft. Thus on the Galaxy with Joy we gaze, Nor know which Star emits the brighteft Rays. Yet if beyond himfelf he ever flew. If e'er beyond a Mortal's Touch he drew, Amidft. the Glow that from that Purple breaks. Look on yon ^ Pope, nor wonder if he fpeaks. With * An Affumption of the Virgin Mary^ by Morellia, * The Green Velvet Drawing is called the Carlo-Marat Room, from being filled with Pictures of that Mafter and his Scholars. Carlo-Maratti was born at Rome 1625, was a Scholar of Andrea Sacchi^ and died 1713. * A Portrait of Clement IX. 128 yl Journey to Houghton : With Length of Days and Fame Maratti bleft. Ne'er wept departed Genius from his Breaft ; But when juft drooping, finking to the Ground, Spread fportive Loves, and laughing Cherubs round j E'en Death approaching, fmil'd, and made a ftand, And gently ftole the Pencil from his Hand. Thus falls the Sun, and, as he fades away. Gilds all th' Horizon with a parting Ray. Next on the gorgeous Cabinet we gaze. Which the full Elegance of Paint difplays, In ftrong Expreflions of each Matter's Mind, The various Beauties of this Art we find ; Here vaft Invention, there the juft Defign, Here the bold Stroke, and there the perfect Line, With Wt painted the Judgmeat of Vans in this Room, when he was 83. A P O E M. 129 With Eafe unequall'd here the Drawing Sows, And there inimitable Colour glows. With Summer here the Cloth Bajffam warms, There locks the World in Winter's hoary Arms 5 On the warm View we look with pleas'd Amaze, Then turn to Froft, and ftiudder as we gaze. Mirth unreftrain'd in Rufticks humble Cells On chearful Teniers* laughing Canvafs dwells^ Nor ever are his warm Expreffions faint. But laughing we enjoy the Comic Paint j 'Till Scenes more horrid break upon your Eye, Effects of Borgogmne^s too cruel Joy. Strong was his Fancy, and his Genius good, But bred in Camps, he mixM his Tints in Blood ; R Alternate " The BaJfanSy Father and Son, were very eminent Landlcape- Painters, about the Middle and towards the End of the fixteenth Century. 130 A Journey to Houghton : Alternate bore the Pencil and the Sword, And the fame Hands that fought, the Fight record. But lo ! and let the pious Tear be fhed. On the fad ° Cloth the World's great Mafter dead. The Mother fee ! in Grief amazing drown'd, And Sorrow more than mortal fpread around. What ftriking Attitudes ! what ftrong Relief ! We fee, we wonder at, we feel the Grief. \Vho cou'd fuch Pow'r of fpeaking Paint employ ? Own, Parmay own thy darling Son with Joy ; Still to his Memory frefh Trophies rear, Whofe Life infatiate ^ War itfelf cou'd fpare. No • Chri/i laid in the Sepulchre, by Parmegiam. p Francis Mazzuoli, commonly called Parmegiam^ was born 1504,. and died 1 540. There is a Story of this IVlafter at the taking of Parma^ like that of Archimedes^ and alfo like that of Protogenes^ at the taking of Rhodes^ wiiile. he was painting his famous lalyfus,. I A POEM. 131 No Arms he needed 'midft the fatal Strife, But to his potent Pencil ovv'd his Life, The wond'ring Soldier dropp'd the lifted Sword, Nor ftain'd thofe Hands he only not ador'd. Now as j^neas in the Stygian Glades Wond'ring beheld departed Heroes Shades, Amidft the Forms of Worthies dead we range. By eternizing Paint preferv'd from Change. Here Law and Learning dwell in Wandesford\ Face, While valiant Whartons ftiine with martial Grace ^ And the foft Females of the Race declare, That thefe no braver were, than thofe were fair ; R 2 In " In the Yellow Drawing are Portraits by Vandyke^ of Lord Chief Baron Wandesfordy Lord and Lady Wharton, their Daughters, Archbifhop Laud, King Charles \. and his Queen. The Portrait of the Earl of Danbyy now hangs in the Great Parlour. 132 A Journey to Houghton : In garter'd Glory dreft here Danby ftands j And Laud with Air imperious ftill commands. The next great ' Form with melancholy Eye, And inaufpicious Valour feems to figh. Peace to his Soul ! howe'er 'gainft Right he fought^ Be in his dreadful Doom his Sin forgot j Too much mifled to leave his Honour clear. Too wretched not to claim a genVous Tear ! A Wretch to Virtue's ftill a facred thing ; How much more facred then, a murder'd King ! But be our Wrath, as it deferves, apply 'd To his Two Guides, ftill clofeft to his Side, Laud and the Queen, whofe fatal Condufl: ftiow. What bigot Zeal, and headftrong Pride cou'd do. 3 But ' King Charles the Firfl. A POEM. 133 But fee where ' Knelkr now our Eye commands To pi£lur'd Kings, familiar to his Hands ; Kings, to fupport a free-born People made, Kings, that but rul'd to blefs the Lands they fway'd ; Sov'reigns, whofe inoppreffive Pow'r has ftiown Freedom and Monarchy, well-join 'd, are One. See mighty * William*^ fierce determin'd Eye, Freedom to fave, or in her Caufe to die ; As when on Boyne\ important Banks he ftood. And, as his Deeds furpriz^ the fwelling Flood, All torn and mangled falfe Religion fled. And crufh'd Oppreflion fnarl'd beneath his Tread. Next, • Sir Godfrey Knelkr. ' K. William III. on Horfeback. 134 ^ Journey to Houghton : Next, in the fteady Lines of " Brunfwick's Face, Majeftick manly Honefty we trace ^ Pleased, as on Sarum\ Plain with glad Accord, When willing Thoufands hail'd their new-come Lord, And (far beyond a Tyrant's baleful Glee) The King rejoic'^d to find his People free. Good Prince, whofe Age forfook thy native Land To blefs our Albion with thy mild Command, Long may this facred Form of Thee remain. Here placM by him whofe Counfels blefs'd thy Reign, And ever may his Sons with Joy relate. That He as Faithful was as Thou wert Great. But now, my Mufe, to fob'rer Pomp defcend. And to the cool Arcade my Steps attend. Here, " K. George I. on Horfeback. A POEM. 135 Here, when the Summer Sun fpreads round his Ray, Beneath the bending Arch young Xephyrs play. And, when it farther from our Orb retires. Old Vulcan fmiling lights his chearful Fires. Hither the jolly Hunter's Crew refort. Talk o'er the Day, and re-enjoy their Sport ; Here too, with Brow unbent, and chearful Air, The mighty Statefman oft forgot his Care ; Knew Friendfhip's Joys, and ftill attentive hung On Pelham^ Edgcumbe^ Devonjhire^ or Tonge^ In Senates form'd or private Life to pleafe, There ftiar'd his Toil, and here partook his Eafe. Here be thy Stay, my Mufe, tho' pleas'd, not long, Thy Sifter Painting claims again my Song, Where throned in State the Goddefs we defcry As the gay Gallry opens on our Eye, Fie re 136 A Journey to Houghton : Here in her utmoft Pomp well-pleas'd ihe reigns, Nor weeps her abfcnt Rome^ or Lombard Plains ; Here the great Matter's Genius ftill furvives, Breathes in the Painty and on the Canvafs lives. * Whate'er in Nature's forming Pow'r is piac'd. Fair to the Eye, and lufcious to the Tafte, Is by our cheated Senfe with Joy perceiv'd. Nor but by Touching are we undeceived. Paufing and loth to be convinc'd we ftand. Left the fair Fruit fhould fufFer from our Hand, Left the prefs'd Plum our ruder Touch (hould own, Or fwelling Peach bewail its injur'd Down ; Lefs dare v/e to the Fifli or Fowl draw near, Tho' tempting, ftrongly guarded they appear, Frighted " The fciir lVInke(5j by Rudcm iind Snyders. A POEM. 137 Frighted we fcarce can brook the horrid Looks Of Dogs, and fnarling Cats, and fwearing Cooks, What Strokes, what Colours Snyder s could command ! How great the Power of Rubens^ daring Hand ! Immortal Rubens ! whofe capacious Mind, Of the vaft Art to no one Part confined, Pierc'd like the Sun's quick Beam, all Nature thro' 5 And whatfoe'er the Goddefs formed, he drew. See ! y Mola next the Roman Deeds difplays, That bid our Hearts be Patriot as we gaze. Here jfulio's wond'rous Buildings ftill appear. And fwelling Domes ftill feem to rife in Air. S Great ^ The Stories of Curimzn^ Codes, hy Mola ^ born 1609. died idt^. * A Piece of Architecture, hy Julio Romano, born 1492, and died 1546^ 138 A Journey to Houghton : Great Shade of * FouJJin^ from the Mufe receive All the Renown a Verfe, like hers, can give. Genius fublime ! to reach thy foaring Praife, A Mufe like Maro\ fliould renew her Lays ; Rival of Raphael! fuch thy wondVous Line, ^Tis next to his, and only not divine. Ye Maids, employ 'd in fpotlefs Vefld'^ fight. Lend me a Beam of your Eternal Light ; Full on yon PiSure throw the facred Ray, And high Ijnperial Chaftity difplay. See ! the gxfdit Roman on his martial Throne, Outdo whatever in War his Arms had done. See him rife far beyond a Soldier's Fame, And Afric\ VitSlor but a fecond Name. Valiant Here are the Stories of Scipio\ Continence, and of Mofei ftriking the Rock^ by 'Nicolo FQujJin^ born 1594, and died 1665. A POEM. 139 Valiant and Great he trod the Field of Bloody But here is Virtuous, Bountiful, and Good ^ Refifts the utmoft Pow'r of Female Charms, Feels all the Force, yet gives 'em from his Arms, And Lord of all the Paffions of his Breaft, Defeats e'en Love, and makes his Rival bleft. Wonderful Strokes, that thro' the Eye impart Such various Motions to the human Heart ! Thro' it a thoufand floating Paffions move, ♦ We pity, wonder, weep, rejoice and love. The moral Tale thus exquifitely told. His Colours now diviner Truths unfold 5 At Horeb\ Rock in facred Awe we ftand. And penciled Miracles our Faith command. The mighty Law-giver his Rod difplays, And the tough Flint his potent Touch obeys j S z Quick 1 40 A Journey to Houghton : Quick into Streams difTolves the folid Stone, And floats the Wafte with Waters not its own. See there the ftirivel'd Cheek, or languid Eye, Swell into Health, or lighten into Joy ; As eager, crouding in the Draught they join. Reviving Thoufands blefs the Stroke Divine. But thou, fair Damfel, with diftingulfli'd Worth, Emblem of filial Piety, ftand forth ; Forgot her own confuming inward Fire, She lifts untouch 'd the VelTel to her Sire ; With the cool Draught his heaving Breaft relieves. And, as fhe fqoths his Pain^ her own deceives. With ^ Scenes too fad Salvator ftrives to pleafe. Since what creates our Wonder Ijpoils our Eafe j We ' A very .capital Pidure of the Prodigal Son on his Knees at Prayers amidft the Herd of Swine, by Salvator Rofa^ born 1614, and died 1673. A P O E M. 141 We give the wretched Prodigal a Tear, And wifti his kind forgiving Father near. As on Avernu^ Banks the Hero ftood. Scared at the dreary Darknefs of the Wood, 'Till thro' the Leaves fair fliot th' aufpicious Light, And with the branching Gold reliev'd his Sight 3 So refcu'd from the horrid Scene we ftand. By the fweet EfHuence of Guidon Hand. Soft to the Sight his ev'ry Colour flows, As to the Scent the Fragrance of the Rofe. Pure Beams of Light around the * Virgin play. Clad in the Brightnefs of celeftial Day ; Be as they may the Broils of fierce Divines, Pure and unfpotted here at lead fhe fliines. Thee * The famous PIdture, by GuidOy of the Dodtors of the Church difputing on the Immaculate Conception. Guido Renit born 1575, and died 1642. 1 42 ^ Journey to Houghton : Thee too, ^ Lorraine^ the well-pleas'd Mufe fliould [name, Nor e'er forget DomemchinVs Fame ^ But fudden Sorrow ftops the flowing Line, And not one Smile is found among the Nine. ^ Behold where all the Charms that Heav'n could give, Blended in one fweet Form, ftill feem to live ^ Then fink to Tears, nor flop the burfting Groan, When thou art told that all thofe Charms are gone. Relentlefs Death ftill forcins to the Grave The Good, the Fair, the Virtuous, and the Brave, Here the whole Malice of his Pow'r put on, And aim'd a Dart that flew them all in one. How ^ Claud. Gille of Lorraine ^ born 1600, and died 1682. ' DomenicoZampieriy commonly c2Mt^Domenichini yhom 1561, and died 1641. ' The Portrait of Catharine Shorter, firft Wife to Sir Robert Walpole, She died Aug, 20, 1737. A P O E M. 143 How Fair, how Good, how Virtuous was the Dame, A thoufand Hearts in Anguifh ftUl proclaim ; How brave her Soul, againft all Fear how try'd. Sad fatal Proof (he gave us when (he dy'd. Thou then, my Friend, no farther Verfe demand. Full fwells my Breaft, and trembling (hakes my Hand^ And thefe fad Lines conclude my mournful Lay, \ Since we too once muft fall to Death a Prey, > May we like JValpole meet the fatal Day. FINIS, {Printed hy John Hughs, mar Lincoln's-Inn-Fidds,'] 11 1 » LIBRARY