Peace of Mind superior to Kiches and Power.

So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known, And does but at the goal obtain What all had deem'd his own.

ODE TO PEACE.

1.

COME, peace of mind, delightful guest,

Return and make thy downy nest

Once more in this sad heart!

Nor riches I, nor pow'r, pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part.

11.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,

From av'rice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy smiles?

Peace of Mind, superior to Riches and Power.

III.

The great, the gay, shall they partake

The heav'n that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
and the sequester'd shed,

The

grove

To be a guest with them?

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,

For thee I gladly sacrific'd

Whate'er I lov'd before;

And shall I see thee start away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say

Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plau,

To-morrow rends away.

Conscience a faithful Monitor.

II.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain;

But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true.

V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,

A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.

Rebellion is the Ambition of a lawless Mob.

VI.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast,

The breath of heav'n must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may?

A little nearer home.

II.

Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other side th' atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most so when most frantic.

III.

When lawless mobs insult the court,

That man shall be my toast,

If breaking windows be the sport,

Who bravely breaks the most.

Rebellion is the Ambition of a lawless Mob.

IV.

But oh! for him my fancy culls

The choicest flow'rs she bears,

Who constitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

V.

Such civil broils are my delight;
Tho' some folks can't endure 'em,
Who say the mob are mad outright,
And that a rope must cure 'em.
VI.

A rope! I wish we patriots had
Such strings for all who need 'em-
What! hang a man for going mad?
Then farewell British freedom.

ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE

RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.

Он, fond attempt to give a deathless lot

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!