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APPENDIX, No. VIH. I t» HONOR! SACELLUM: A Funeral Poem to the Memory of the Most Noble JOHN DUKE of RUTLAND, 1711.

*' Cum Vlrnis occiditorbi " In cœlo exoritur.**

E sacred Nine, can sorrow tune your choir, Beneath her standard such their swords they drew,"} Y You, whom both joy and grief alike inspire ? How pleas'd did She their equal courage view ; > How potent must your wondrous numbers be, Heroes no less in her great councils too. J That can make harmony and tears agree ! As Sovereignty her Delphic worthies calls Nay, aud a yet more mystic power t' assume, To her oraculous senatory walls, Beyond the grave, and ev'n before the womb, Albion and Albion's sovereign right t' espouse, Th' unborn and dead you join; at whose command Who like Eighth Henry's noble RUTLAND rose ; PAST, PRLSENT, and To COME, walk hand in hand ; Rose to reclaim the brightest jewel torn Whilst yourenlighten'd Janus' eyes can fee From Albion's crown aspiring Rome t' adorn, To both the poles of wide Eternity. By her usurping mitred tyrants worn. Hark ! from th' illustrious RUTLAND'S Belvoir walls, A work which ev*n her sceptred slaves before Your duteous airs that hallow'd subject calls; Durst ne'er attempt; her abject chains of yore A theme that can your utmost prospect lead Bigoted Cowardice so tamely wore. Through the vast THREE, to chant that Worthy dead* For the first blow in this great cause so warm Look back first t' his great Ancestors' rich dust, Who 's like the daring RUTLAND'S leading arm ; Lodg'd in their urns of venerable rust; When taking up, t' his deathless fame's record, And, reading those recorded Heroes through, A pens more bold than his forefather's5 swordIVVU1U,, Here his divine original review. He bid th' usurper her stol'n plumes restorefstore, "1 Then handed through his own bright glories down* Sent the subscrib'd resumption mandattte io'er, > Their transmigrated virtues ati his own, And the defiance flag to her'proud Vaticatican bore. J Behold the beauteous copy drawn so true, But say, my Muse, through the long RUTLAND line And chant the fragrant breath of life he drew J Did all this inborn, hardy virtue shine ? And last, look up above, for a survey Yes, how has that Warm spark their breasts inspir'd, Of the bright joys of his immortal day j That dread Bellona ev'n their nonage flr'd! Around this spacious field to make your tOuf, How has recorded history renown'd The Muse's wing too high Can never soar. A conquering RUTLAND Boy with laurels crown*d i Thou then, URANIA, fairest of the Nine, As the bold Michael arm'd with vengeance rode, Be this great subject's inspiration thine. Led his bright host, the chieftain of a God ; This task to undertake, begin and read So by the fair vicegerent of high Heaven, The RUTLAND monuments of their great Dead, Her royal standard to her RUTLAND giv'n, Inscrib'd with their own pens of steel; so long {Such-th' Albion great Eliza's favours fhin'd) Enroll'd in honour : here set out thy song* Ev'n her young ward § with her bold Sussex joynM, When Britain, long a canton'd orb of pow'l) Commission'd chiefs they led her thousands forth Two sceptres her divided monarchs bore, To clear th' engendring clouds in her dark North ; How, when the Caledonian's haughty pride, To scourge two rebel heads, Northumberland's Too rough a neighbour on the Albion side, And her revolting Westmorland's arm'd bands. The angry Thistle, from her coarser bed, Oh Treason, whence thy root! could there be foes 'Gainst th' envy'd Rose rais'd her aspiring head, Against the bright Eliza's glory rose ? Have the great RUTLAND chiefs, call'd to adorn "J But, oh ! the daring insolents so hush'd, The English annals, the dread thunder borne, I Like bold Alcides cradle serpents crush'd, To scourge th' ambition of the tow'ring thorn. J With this fair fruit from his young brows rich sweat, Yes, the original RUTLAND fame to track The juvenile victor his dread mistress met> Ev'n up to a long train of ages back, And his first orisons of duty paid, How have we seen them drive the hunted foe, Low at her feet his early laurels laid. Back ev'n to his trembling walls of Edinb'rough *. But did great RUTLAND from so fair a train Nor wonder that a hardy MANNERS draws Of Worthies, his bright ancestry's long reign, So keen a sword, arm'd ill the Sovereign cause, Look backwards, only a past age review ? In his King's cause his courage all inborn, No, his blest eyes with equal prospect too, His chaplets of those bays so proudly worne, All pleas'd, look'd forward to the promising A genuine warmth the pushing Hero brings, Bright glories of his GRANBY'S growing spring, When his own veins claim the rich blood of Kings. Deck'd with each grace—But hold, forbear to raise "I Let wanton Heraldry's profuser grant Thy airs, bold Muse, to h-is exalted praise, !• In common fields her random trophies plant; His tender, unfond ear forbids thy lays. J Her beast of Mars, and bird of Jove display, However, push thy daring song at least ]n her creation works ofev'ry day. To chant the the glories of his Union feast ; The lys and lions which so nobly gild His GRANBY j| in that sacred labour join'd, The shining chief in the great MANNFRS' shield, Two wedded Kingdoms' nuptial knot to bind; Are gems of honour, bear a price more high What worthier hand in that great work could shine, ]n the illustrious RUTLAND'S armory. Than a bright stem from that victorious line, The RUTLANDS, to enrich their , ~j Whose swords so oft for Albion's honour push'd, Here those concentring native glories met, > So often the Albanian insults hush'd ; AH stems from a divine Plantagenet t- J A work beyond the weaker Gordian bands Justly th' All-wife Dispenser from a mine "J Tied by their rougher reconciling hands. So sacred did the RUTLAND birth refine. > Their short pacific labours only stood AH of a piece sublime creations shine. J Till overborne by the next rolling flood, Where could high Heav'n its favours worthier place ;"j Look, Albion, up to a diviner scene, When, sprung from royal founts; some darling race V Thy ever halcyon North now all serene ; Imperial stamps its own divinest image grace? J The very elements of discord cease. A soul so truly great resolv'd t' inspire, This RUTLAND Hero seal'd eternal peacr. Disdain'd it should to vulgar veins retire ; >• Such his bright retrospection, and no less Kio common clay should lodge such bright Promethean fire. J His fair succession hopes his veins to bless, AS Albion with no little pride beheld This now long sleeping head, great RUTLAND, 'twixt Such guardian arms upraise her ponderous shield, This circling view the central glory fix'd,

* Robert lord Ros famed and preferred for his special services against Scotland, 27 Henry VI. Thomas Earl of Rutland, joined with the , general of an army of 10,006 men against Scotland, who in S days burnt JO towns aad village., 34. Henry VIII. &e, Henrv ear! of Rutland, no less vigorous in repelling the mvasioos from Scotland. + From George lord Ros, father of Thomas first earl of Rutland, who married the daughter of Anne duchess of Exeter, sister to Ring Ed- ward IV. See their funeral monuments at Windsor in the History of Belvoir, Plates XVI. XVII. p. 4I, 41. + Thomas earl of Rutland, it Htnry III. then sitting in parliament, a leading voter against the p-pal supremacy, and a subscriber to the declaration sent over lo pope Clement, &c. . ... , - _ -'_.•««• , m § Edward earl of Rutland, ,. Eli., at « years of age, then in ward to the queen, made liett«nant-gener*l to th« tifl of Sussex, tbn sent against the rebellious earls of Westmorland and Northumberland. jj One of the lords commissioners for the Union. _T