III. Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, "Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. IV. Rome shall perish-write that word V. Rome, for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the groundHark! the Gaul is at her gates! VI. Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. VII. Then the progeny that springs Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. VIII. Regions Cæsar never knew Thy posterity shall sway; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they. IX. Such the bard's prophetic words, X. She, with all a monarch's pride, XI. Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you. STANZAS Subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the Parish of ALL-SAINTS, NORTHAMPTON, . Anno Domini 1787. Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres. HORACE. Pale death with equal foot strikes wide the door WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run The Nen's barge-laden wave, All these, life's rambling journey done, Was man (frail always) made more frail Did famine or did plague prevail, No; these were vigorous as their sires, Like crowded forest-trees we stand, The axe will smite at God's command, And soon shall smite us all. Green as the bay-tree, ever green, The gay, the thoughtless, I have seen, Read, ye that run, the solemn truth, No present health can health insure No medicine, though it often cure, And Oh! that humble as my lot, These truths, though known, too much forgot, I may not teach in vain. So prays your clerk with all his heart, And ere he quits the pen, Begs you for once to take his part, And answer all—Amen! ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1788. Quod adest, memento Componere æquus. Cætera fluminis Ritu feruntur. HOR. Improve the present hour, for all beside COULD I, from heaven inspired, as sure presage And item down the victims of the past; How each would trembling wait the mournful sheet, |