III.

The great, the gay, fhall they partake
The heav'n that thou alone canft make?

And wilt thou quit the ftream

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the fequefter'd shed,

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 fhall I fee thee ftart away,
And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee fay

Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

1.

WEAK and irrefolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

II.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice feems already flain;

But paffion rudely fnaps the string,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his affent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wife

Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,

A ftranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.

VI.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast,

The breath of heav'n must fwell the fail,

Or all the toil is loft.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

I.

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 fide th' atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most so when most frantic.

III.

When lawless mobs infult the court,

That man fhall be my toast,

If breaking windows be the sport,

Who bravely breaks the most.

IV.

But oh! for him my fancy culls

The choiceft flow'rs fhe bears,

Who conftitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

V.

Such civil broils are my delight;

Tho' fome 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 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad?

Then farewell British freedom.

ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.

Oн, fond attempt to give a deathless lot

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

In vain, recorded in hiftoric page,

They court the notice of a future

age:

Those twinkling tiny luftres of the land

Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand;
Lethæan gulphs receive them as they fall,
And dark oblivion foon absorbs them all.

So when a child, as playful children use,
Has burnt to tinder a ftale last year's news,
The flame extinct, he views the roving fire-
There goes my lady, and there goes the squire,
There goes the parfon, oh! illuftrious spark,
And there, scarce lefs illuftrious, goes the clerk!

REPORT

OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.

I.

BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a ftrange contest arofe-
The spectacles fet them unhappily wrong;

The point in difpute was, as all the world knows,
To which the faid fpectacles ought to belong.