The Sun.
London, England, 1818-05-29 00:00:00

PCIETR.Y:

FOR TUE ANNIVERSARY or THE BIRTH

OF THE LATE
RIGHT HONOURABLE ir'ILLLIM PITT,
At the City of London Tavern, May 28, 1818.

WIIITTRN AND RECITED BY B. L. SWIFT, BM

Ha BATH NOT DI SD.—The Spirit, clear and high,
That bore on earth an Angel's purity,
Sleeps not within the Tomb ;—lnimbly we gave,
And tuourn'd the while, his ashes to the grave;
Yet felt we in our hearts that spirit rise,
Breathe on our bps, and kindle in our eyes.
There was a pride in sorrow, which suppress'd
The natural sigh, and soothed the troubled breast
Still was he our's, the patriot. and the sage,
Whose life look d onward to the future age:
We shrived him in our memory; and we kept
A joyful vigil, while we watch and wept.

Well therefore chose we—fire, the brother haw!,
Who spread our name and number o'er the laud—
Well chose we, this triumphal weed to pay,
Not on his funeral, but his natal day.
Why should we mourn, as closed in night, the Sun;
Who yet his race meridian seems to run
Whose path undying pours its bright extent,
Track'd in long glory through the fn mament ?
Whose radiance, in its westering course encreased;
Proves the fair promise of its early East ?

Raise then the song exultant!—lnd it flow
In the continual strain of gladness !—Nlo—
A cloud is no the harp ;—a shade appear• ;
And see—its string is wet with many tears !
The Minstrel's hand falls heavy iron' the shell,

Where oiiiy vorrowittA- sound, anti wailing murmurs doll
Oh PITT !--not e'en the wisdom of thine eye
Could pierce the veil of deep mortality :
Thou could'st for Albion hold the sleepless boor,
And watch the dark designs of human pow'r;
Meet the wing'd misciiii i, ere its High► was sped,
And back return it on its master's ilead

So diftvt thou :—and to thee such thanks she owes,

As rescued thrones dewatid, and v•tuquish'd foes:—
More, yet, thou couldst not—,lo—the knell unheard,
The cloud unseen, so lightly meu were stir' 'd,
Though sounding sm.., awl gathering—tha their woe
Reaeh'd net to THEE;—thy sorii could out know
The earthquake ut A Trg oN UNFILLARCD.—We
Alone have tear'd and felt mat agony:—
Thine hand our lautels planied ; out their bloom
Thine eye beheld HA ou our I,ll..ni.orrE's Tomb.

How vain are prayer, and praise !--how fruitless all
No v►ctim this can save, nor this recall.—
An l;tns,►re's love, and Pause's recording page
May shrine u►e glace tot youth, the worth of age;
Whose powerful precept and example h►gh
Shall live, embalmed in Albion's memory.—
But the head, wh►tened with that Enißire's care,
The sun-brigni tresses of the young and fair,
Are mingled the dust !—our state, and throne,
Alike we yield, when Heaven reclaims ►ts own.

And HE, the friend, whose vigorous thought design'd
The votive* tablet of our master's mind.
And hung the record high iii History's lane—.
He too !—We see haul nut. ;—we seek in vain
His toil fraternal, and his zeal sincere;
We hod him not;—and give the grateful tear.—
Yet, of the countless honours that entwine
Our Statesman's urn, one wreath is due to thine,
Lamented (iirrottn !—and his charmed name
Shall win for thee an heritage of tame.

Such for the dead its power.--Detuand we now
Its guardian influence for the living brow.
When shrinks the dark assassin from ►he day,
And, wrapt in coward safety, waits his prey;
When, like the Roman; 'mid his country's storm,
As boldly eloquent, as justly warns,
Thy Pupil, PITT ! defies the murderer's hand ;
Then, faithful to thy cause, this brother band
Shall shield his bosom front the base design,
And drag to light the desperate Catiline.

Quo fit ut °milk
Vothipateat quantum de.icripta
Vita. HORACE.

ODE
ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE RIGHT HON. WM. PITT,

MAY 48, 1818.

WRITTEN BY JOHN TAYLOR, ESQ.
8d to ifat.sic, and -dedicated to the Menzbere of the camas
Pin CLUES threntginna the British Empire, by
Mr. W*. linwts.

Still on Allis day, till.cloo is Time's career,
May PITT receive the -votive honours due;
Perchance his sainted spirit hovers here,
And social Order may approving view.

For ORDZR was on earth his chief design,
ORDER With FREEDOM, BRITAIN'S surest wets;
Through life he strove those blessinzs to combine,
And his last sigh he breathed in patriot zeal.

The seulptur'd honours that record his name,
in vain his worth, his wisdom, would impart;
Far nobler monuments arc raised by Fame,
A CZNOTAPH in cv.ry BRIT'SH HEART,

HEBDOMADARY.

May 24.—First Sunday after Trinity.
7'uearlay. 46.—• Sou rose 59 min. after 3.
Moon's Last Quarter 49 min. after It at night.
AUGUSTIN. or AUSTIN.—This English Apostle, as be is
termed, was commissioned by Pope Gregory the Great to con-
cert the Saxons. tie was created Archbishop of Canterbury
in 556, and died about the year 610.
Wednesday, 27.---VENERABLE 11EDE.—Bede was born at
Yarrow, in Northumberland, in 673. His grand work is the
Ecclesiastical History of the Saxons. Bede has obtained the
title of Venerable for his profound learning and unaffected
piety, and not on account of any celebrity for miratulons and
angelic operations.

Friday. 29.—KING CHARLES 11. RE3-TORED.—On the eth of
May. 1660, Chatles was proclaimed in London and West-
minster. and afterwards throughout his dominions, with great
joy and universal accla►uations.—On the 16th he came to the
Hague ; the 23d he emblrked with his two brothers for Eng-
land ; and landed at Dover on the 25th, where lie was received
by General Monk, and some of the Army. is:: was then at-
tended by numbers of the Nobility and Gentry :o Canterbury,
and on the 29th, he made his magUifiCriit retry into London,
This day was also his Birth-day.