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is passing in the heart. We know that there are people, who seldom sntile when they are ałoné, who therefore are glad to hide themsélves in a throng from the violence of thréir own réflécrions; and who, while by their looks and their language they wish to persuade nis they are happy, would be glad to change their conditions with a dog. Bứt in defiance of all their efforts they continue to thrink, forebode, and tremble. This Heróit for it has been our own state, and therefore we know how to coinmiserate it in others. From this state the Bible relieved us. When we were lead for read it with attention, we found ourselves described - We learnt the causes of our inepuietude * we were directed to a method of relief-we tried, and we Werë not disappointed. 9

Deus nobis Aéc tria feeit. ~9.!!!!" We are now certator that the gospel of Christ is the power of God unto salvation, to every one that believeth. It has reconciled us to God, and to ourselves to our duty, and our situation. It page the balm and cordial of the present life, arid a göréreign antidote against the fear of death.

Sect hactenus hitd. Some smaller pieces upon Tess important subjects close the volume. Not one of them, I believe, was written with a view fo perblication, but I was unwilling they should be omitted.

JOHN Nzwrar. Charles Square, Hoxton,

February 18, 1782.

CONTENT S.

Page.

TABLE TALK Progress of Error

27 Truth.

48 Expostulation

68 Hope.

93 Charily.

liy Conversation.

142 Retirement

172 The Yearly Listress, or Tithing Time at Stock in Essex.

200 Sonnet to Henry Corvper, Esq.

203 Lires addressed to Dr. Darwin.

204 On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings. 205 Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Sel

kirk, during his Abode in the island of Juan Fernandez

207 On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq. to the Chancellorship of England.

210 Ode to Peace.

211 Human Frailty.

212 The Modern Patriot :

213 On observing some Nimes of little Note recorded the Biographia Britannica

215 Report of an adjudged Case, not to be found in

216 On the burning of Lord Mansfield's Library.. 218 On the same

219 The Love of the World reproved.

220 On the Death of Lady Throckmorton's Bulfinch, 222 The Rose

224 The Doves.

225 A Fable.

227

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? Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charta,
Abjicito

-Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13.

A. You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt, The deeds, that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war. And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side.

Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, VOL. I.

B

Plants it upon the line that justice draws,
And will prevail or perish in her cause.
"Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes
His portion in the good, that heaven bestows.
And when recording history displays
feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days,
Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died
Where duty placed them, at their country's side;
The man that is not moved with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to nought but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself stationed on a towering rock,
To see a people scattered like a floek,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heeels,
With all the savage thirst a tyger feels;
Then view him self proclaimed in a gazette
Chief monster, that has plagued the nations yet:
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced!
The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And death's own scythe would better speak his

power ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.

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