DAVID STORMONT, second Viscount, inherited his father's elegiac taste, and has established rather a better claim to a place in the Catalogue of royal and noble Authors, by a poem of some length, On the Death of Frederick Prince of Wales. It was published in the Union, or Select Scots and English Poems, published at Edinburgh, 1753; but appears to have escaped the notice of Mr. Park, the able continuator of Lord Orford's work. We learn from the poem that it was composed in France, and from an invocation of "Wolsey's spacious Dome," that its author was a Christ's Church, Oxford. It is written with considerable taste, but in blank verse, not so well paced as could have been wished. The opening lines bespeak attention by their sweetness and modesty.
Little I whilom deem'd my artless zeal
Should woo the British Muse in Foreign land,
To strains of bitter argument, and teach
The mimic nymph, that haunts the winding verse,
And oozy current of the Parisian Seine,
To syllable new sounds in accents strange.
But sad occasion calls: Who now forbears
The last kind office? Who but consecrates
His off'ring at the shrine of fair renown,
To gracious FREDERIC rais'd, tho' but compos'd
Of the waste flow'rets, whose neglected hues
Chequer the lonely hedge or mountain slope?