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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,
The grove and the fequester'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 mail I see thee start away,

And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee fay-
Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

Weak and irresolute 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 seems already (lain;
But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

1 m.

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.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,
A stranger 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 swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

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 side th' adantic,
I always held them in the right,

But most so when most frantic.

HI.

When lawless mobs insult the court,

That man shall be my toast,
If breaking windows be the sport,

Who bravely breaks the most.

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 fay 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.

Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

In vain, recorded in historic page,
They court the notice of a future age:
Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land
Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand;
Lethæan gulphs receive them as they fall,
And dark oblivion soon absorbs them all.

So when a child, as playful children use,
Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news,
The flame extinct, he views the roving fire—
There goes my lady, and there goes the squire,
There goes the parson, oh! illustrious spark,
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk!

REPORT

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

I.

Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose—
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;

The point in, dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

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