44 THE SUSSEX COAST
religious, latterly insane, he wrote extremely well at times though lacking fire and to a certain extent imagination. Perhaps the following, from the Ode for Music, is as good as anything he composed:—
" When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell Throng'd around her magic cell, Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possest beyond the Muse's painting ; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturb'd, delighted, rais'd, refin'd.
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With eyes up-rais'd, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sat retir'd, And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd thro' the mellow Horn her pensive soul :
And dashing soft from rocks around,
Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Thro' glades and glooms the mingled measure stole
Or o'er some haunted streams with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow measures died away."
Dean Sherlock, who about 1747 built the present box-like Deanery, proposed that six little old churches, which were always a problem from the waste of parson-power they caused, should be taken down and St. Mary's Hospital made parochial for their congregations. The citizens were up in arms and nothing was done. There was, however, a strong desire for a large and convenient church for those who did not care for the Cathedral form of service, and in 1812 an act was secured to build the extremely ugly but commodious Chapel of St. John.