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ON MRS. BLANDFORD. ON THE REVEREND MR. HUNTER, MEEK shade, farewell! go seek that quiet |
wwiet | Who reeeived a degree from the University of Oxford , shore
for his work against Lord Bolingbroke's Philosophy. Where sin shall vex, and sorrow wound no Go, happy spirit, seek that blissful land Thy lowly worth obtains that final bliss,
| Where zealous Michael leads the glorious Which pride disdains to seek, and wit may
(99, Of those who fought for truth; blest spirit, miss. That path thou'st found which science can And perfect all the good begun below: not teach,
Go, hear applauding saints, delighted, tell But faith and goodness never fail to reach : How vanquish'd Falsehood, at thy bidding, Then share the joy the words of life impart,
tell ! The Vision promis'd to the pure in heart,
Blest in that heav'n whose paths thy virtue
sought ; Blest in that God whose cause thou well hast
Who this memorial rears of filial love :
| A son, whose father, living, was his pride; Ocould this verse her fair example spread, A son who mourns that such a father died. And teach the living while it prais'd the dead!
[vine, Then, reader! should it speak her hope diNot to record her faith, but strengthen
ON C. DICEY, Esq. thine;
In Claybrook Church, Leicestershire. Then should her ev'ry virtue stand confest, Till ev'ry virtue kindle in thy breast.
|O) thou, or friend or stranger, who shall But, if thou slight the monitory strain, .
tread And she has liv'd, to thee at least, in vain ;
These solemn mansions of the silent dead ! Yet let her death, an awful lesson give,
Think, when this record to inquiring eyes, The dring Christian speaks to all that live.
No more shall tell the spot where Dicey Enough for her that here her ashes rest,
lies; Till God's own plaudit shall her worth at
When this frail marble, faithless to its trust, test.
Mould'ring itself, resigns its moulder'd dust;
| cay, ON GENERAL LAWRENCE,
And carth, and sun, and skies dissolve away; Hemorable for his conquests in India, and for his cle- Thy soul, this consummation shall survive, mency to the vanquished.
Defy the wreck, and but begin to live. On a Monument erected by Sir Robert Palk. This truth, long slighted, let these ashes Burn to command, to conquer, and to spare,
1 teach, As mercy mild, yet terrible as war,
Though cold, instruct you, and though silent Here Lawrence rests in death; while living
O pause! reflect, repent, resolve, amend !
:,lmans; Life has no length, eternity no end !
. ON A YOUNG LADY. grar'd, la provinces preserv'd and cities sav'd. Go, peaceful shade! exchange for sin and
The glorious palm which patient suff'rers TO THE MEŇORY OF
[gains, MRS. ELIZABETH IVES, Go, take the mced victorious meekness ized Ninety-one, of Northampton.
Go, wear the crown triumphant faith oby
tains, Her pious and useful Life,
Those silent graces which the good conceal, was extended to an honourable old age,
The day of dread disclosure shall reveal; and closed by an exemplary Death, Then shall thy mild, retiring virtues rise, Her Charity had its source
And God, both judge and witness, give the
INSCRIPTION ON A CENOTAPH IN A
ERECTED TO A DECEASED FRIEND.
Ye lib’ral souls who rev’rence Friendship’s
'ON THE REVEREND Who boast her blessings, and who feel her|| flame!
SIR JAMES STONHOUSE, BART. M. D. Oh! if from early youth one friend you've In the Chapel at the Hot-Wells, Bristol.
loy'd, Whom warm affection chose, and taste ap- HERE rest awhile, in happier climes to prov'd;
shine, If you have known what anguish rends the The orator, physician, and divine: heart,
'Twas his, like Luke, the double task to fill, When such, so known, so lov'd, for ever To heal the nat’ral and the moral ill. part;
You, whose awaken'd hearts his labours Approach - For you the mourner rears this blest,
Where ev'ry truth, by ev'ry grace was stone, To sooth your sorrows, and record his own.
Were nobler fame than marble can bestow; ON THE REVEREND MR. LOVE, That lasting monument will mock decay
And stand, triumphant, at the final day.
ON SARAH STONHOUSE,
je Second wife of the Red. Sir James Slonhouse,
Bart. mourn, Deep is the sorrow, genuine is the tear. Come resignation ! wipe the human tear, Stranger ! should'st thou approach this aw- Domestic anguish drops o'er Virtue's bier ; ful shrine,
| Bid selfish sorrow hush the fond complaint, The merits of the honour'd dead to seek ; Nor, from the God she lov'd, detain the The friend, the son, the christian, the divine, saint. Let those who knew him, those who lov'd Truth, meekness, patience, honour'd shade him speak.
were thine ; Oh let them in some pause of anguish say, And holy Hope, and charity divine : What zeal inflam'd, what faith enlarg'd Though these thy forfeit being could not save, his breast !
Thy faith subdu'd the terrors of the grave, How glad the unfetter'd spirit wing'd its Oh ! if thy living excellence could teach, way
Death has a loftier emphasis of speech : From earth to heav'n, from blessing to be Let death thy strongest lesson then impart; blest!
| And write prepare to die, on ev'ry heart,
THE FOOLISH TRAVELLER:
OR, A GOOD INN IS A BAD HOME.
THERE was a prince of high degree, He should receive a kingdom still.
sion, An idle thoughtless kind of lad;
He lik'd the future rich possession. Whom, spite of all his follies past,
He lik’d the kingdom when obtain'd, He meant to make his heir at last.
But not the terms on which 'twas gain'd; The son escap'd to foreign lands,
He hated pain and self-denial, And broke his gracious sire's commands; Chose the reward, but shunn'd the trial. Far, as he fancied, from his sight,
He knew his father's power how great, In each low joy he took delight.
How glorious too the promis'd state!
But strait to seek his father's home.
Told him what road he must pursue,
And always keep his home in view. And, would he certain terms fulfil
The thoughtless youth set out indeed,
But soon he slacken'& in his speed; | While beggars, foreigners, and poor,
Enjoy'd the father's boundless store,
My fable, reader, speaks to thee,
In God this bounteous father see; For ev'ry sport, for ev'ry song,
And in his thoughtless offspring trace, He halted as he pass'd along;
The sinful, wayward, lauman race. Caught by each idle sight he saw,
The friend, the generous father sent,
To rouse, and to reclaim him, meant;
Who call the wand'ring, warns the blind. Contented with this vulgar lot,
Reader, awake! this youth you blame, His father's house he quite forgot.
Are not you doing just the same? Those slight refreshments by the way, Mindless your comforts are but given Which were but meant his strength to stay, To help you on your way to heav'n. So sunk his soul in sloth and sin,
The pleasures which beguile the road, He look'd no farther than his inn.
The flow’rs with which your path is strew'd; His father's friend would oft appear
To these your whole desires you bend And sound the promise in his ear;
And quite forget your journey's end, Oft would he rouse him, “Sluggard come! The nieanest toys your soul entice, This is thy inn, and not thy home.'
A feast, a song, a game at dice; Displeas'd he answers, 'Come what will, Charm’d with your present paltry lot, Of present bliss I'll take my fill;
Eternity is quite forgot. In vain you plead, in vain l'hear,
Then listen to a warning friend, Those jovs are distant, these are near.' Who bids you mind your journey's end; Thus perish'd, lost to worth and truth, A wand'ring pilgrim here you roam ; In sight of home this hapless youth;
| This world's your inn, the next your home,
THE IMPOSSIBILITY CONQUERED:
OR, LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOUR AS YOURSELF.
IN THE MANNER OF siR WALTER RALEIGH.
Loves he his neighbour like his fame?
Such lazy, or such soaring elves 1. Each man who lives the Scriptures prove, Can't love their neighbour as themselves. Must as himself his neighbour love;
VI, He, whose gross appetites enslave him, Bot though the precept's full of beauty, Who spends or feasts the wealth God gave Tis an impracticable duty :
him; I'll prove how hard it is to find
Full, pamper'd, gorg'd at ev'ry meal, A lover of this wond'rous kind.
He cannot for the empty feel, II. Who loves himself to great excess,
How can such gormandizing elves You'll grant must love his neighbour less; | E’er love their neighbour as themselves ? When selfengrosses all the heart
VII. Then since the man who lusts for gold, How can another have a part ?
Since he who is to pleasure sold; Then if self-love most men enthral, Who soars in pride, or sinks it ease, A neighbour's share is none at all.
His neighbour will not serve or please; III. Say, can the man who hoards up pelf Where shall we hope the man to find E'er love his neighbour as himself?
To fill this great command inclin'd ? For if he did, would he not labour
VIII. I dare not blame God's holy word, To heard a little for his neighbour?
Nor censure Scripture as absurd ; Then tell me, friend, can hoarding elves But sure the rule's of no avail
E’er love their neighbour as themselves? If plac'd so high that all must fail ;
That any can his neighbour love.
|IX. Yes, such there are of heav'nly mould, Then how can pleasure-hunting elyes | Unwarp'd by pleasure, ease, or gold;
E'er love their neighbour as themselves! | He who fulfils the nobler part
"He, only he, the Scriptures prove, Or he who feels ambition's flame
I Can, as himself, his neighbour love, VOL. I.
X. Then join, to make a perfect plan, Turn Christian, and you'll find it easy.
Still, 'tis impossible, you'll cry,
In vain shall feeble nature try.' This is the stream, and that the spring; 'Tis true ; but know a Christian is a crea
This done, no more in vain you'll labour, ture,
A Christian can't but love his neighbour. | Why does things quite impossible to naXI. If then the rule's too hard to please ye, l ture.
Airy spirits, you who love Cooling bow'r, or shady grove : Streams that murmur as they flow, Zephyrs bland that softly blow;
Babbling echo, or the tale Of the love-lorn nightingale; Hither, airy spirits, come. This is your peculiar home,
If you love a verdant glade,
Come, and wander ev'ry night,
Mark where first the daisies blow,
Where the largest acorn lies,
Come, and mark within what bush
Corne, and watch the hallow'd bow'r, Chase the insect from the flow'r;
Little offices like these,
Mortals ! form'd ot grosser clay,
Folly's minion, Fashion's tool,
Son of Av'rice, soul of frost,
Eve unconscious of a tear,
But, ye darling sons of Heav'n,
You, who wipe the tearful eye,
Come, ye happy virtuous few,
You, these mossy banks may press;
THE BAD BARGAIN :
OR, THE WORLD SET UP TO SALE,
Which Satan pours amid the tribe,
Which millions seize with eager haste, See where the prince of Darkness stands And all desire at least to taste, With baits for souls in both his hands. Is-ploding reader!—what d'ye think? To one he offers empires whole,
Alas!-tis money-money-chink! And gives a sceptre for a soul;
Round the wide world the tempter flies, To ove, he freely gives in barter,
Presents to view the glittering prize; A peerage, or a star and garter ;
See how he hastes froin shore to shore,
And how the nations all adore :
• Would'st thou,' he cries, increase thy For human praise renounce salvation,
I'se lighter weights and scantier measures, The poor', with equal force he plies, Tous thou shalt thrive :' the trader's willing, But wins them with a humbler prize : and sells his soul to get a shilling.
Has gentler arts for young beginners,
And fouler sins for older sinners.
A thousand swindling tricks he plays us, Now markets rise, and riches roll,
And promises, but never pays us; And Satan quite secures his soul.
Thus we poor fools are strangely caught, Mark next yon cheerful youth so jolly, And find we've sold our souls for nought, So fand of laughter and of folly ;
Nay, oft, with quite a juggler's art, He hates a stingy griping fellow,
He bids the proffer'd gitt depart; But gets each day a little mellow;
Sets some gay joy before our face, To Satan too he sells his soul
Then claps a trouble in its place; In barter for a flowing bowl.
Turns up some loss for promis'd gain, But mark again yon lass a spinning,
And conjures pleasure into pain. See how the tempter is beginning :
Be wise then, oh! ye worldly tribe, Some beau presents a top-knot nice,
Nor sell your conscience for a bribe ; She grants her virtue as the price;
When Satan tempts you to begin, A slave to vanity's control,
Resist him, and refuse to sin : She, for a riband, sells her soul !
Bad is the bargain on the whole, Thus Satan tries each different state : To gain the world and lose the soul ! With mighty bribes he tempts the great ;
[gun, OR, THE GHOST OF POOR MOLLY,
They parted ; and Richard his pastimes beWho was drowned in Richard's Mill-pond. 'Twas Richard the jovial, the soul of all fun;
| Each dancing bout, drinking bout, Dick Tune-Collins's Mulberry Tree.'
would attend Quoth Richard to Bob, •Let things go as And he sung and he swore, nor once thought they will,
of the end.
[plain, Of pleasure and fun I will still have my fill; Young Molly he courted, the pride of the lo frolic and mirth I see nothing amiss, He promis'd' her marriage, but promis'd in And though I get tipsy, what harmis in this? vain ;
[done, For e'en Solomon says, and I vow he says She trusted his vows, but she soon was untruth,
[youth.' And when she lamented, he thought it good Rejoice, young man, in the days of thy fun,
[wild, 'I'm glad,' answered Bob, you're of Solo- Thus scorn'd by her Richard, sad Molly run mon's creed,
[proceed ;| And roam'd through the woods with her But I beg, if you quote him, you'll please to *For GOD (as the wise man continues to 'Till Molly and Molly's poor baby were sing)
found, Thy soul into judgment for all this will bring. One evening, in Richard's own mill-pond Thus a man may get plung'd in a wofül both drown'd. abyss,
[this? Then his conscience grew troubled by night By choosing to say, Pray what harṁ is in and by day, "Conne, come,' says gay Richard, don't But its clamour he drown'd in more drink grudge me a cup,
and more play; I'm resolv'd, while I'm able, I'll still keep Still Robert exhorted, and like a true friend it up;
[there's bliss, He warn’d him and pray'd him to think on Let old' gray-beards deny that in frolic the end ! I'll game, love, and drink and what harm Now disturb'd in his dreams, poor Molly is in this ?
each night Says Robert, • I grant if you live for to-day, With her babe stood before him, how sad You may game, love, and drink, and may l . was the sight ! frolic away;
(tend, 10 how ghastly she look'd as she bade him But then, my dear Dick, I again must con attend, That the Wise Man has bid us-Remember And so awfully told him, •Remember the the end!
[old age end.' Says Richard, “When sickness or peevish She talk'd of the woes and unquenchable fire Shall advance to dismiss me from life's mer. Which await the licentious, the drunkarı, ry stage; [amiss, and liar :
(beware, Repentance just then, boy, may not be l How he ruin'd more maidens, she bade him