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What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than heav'n, pursuc... in. ? What blessings thy free bounty gives, ...
Let me not cast away;
T' enjoy is to obey.
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round;
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy foe...
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way.
Or iinpious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me. 1 Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath; O lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's life or death. . .in This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun, . Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, i ",11
And let thy will be done.', .. Puna imat! To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!****** One chorus let all Being raise ! i
! All Nature's incense rise in m e
MENTAL BEAUTY Preferable to PersonÁL.
(VILLAGE CURATE:) But leave we not the gentle Isabel Unsung, tho' nature on her cheek no rose Has planted, and the lily blossom there Without a rival. Look within, and learn That nature often on the mind bestows What she denies the face.-0, she is kiud, And gives to ev'ry man his proper gift, To make him needful in the land he lives. There is not inequality so strange 'Twist man and man, as haughty wits suppose. The beggar treads upon the monarch's heel For excellence, and often wears a heart Of noble temper, under filth and rags: While he that reigns, in spite of outward pomp,' Is mean and beggarly within, and far outweigh'd By the offensive lazar at his gate. Th' unletter'd fool that daily steers the plough, With vacant head, and heart as unimprov'd As the dull brute he drives, gives to the world A necessary good, which all thy pains, i Ingenious Critic, or thy deep research, Profound Philosopher, thy preaching, Clerk, '. Thy prattle, Lawyer, or thy grave demurs, Costly Physician, hardly shall exceed. The kingly tulip captivates the eye, But smelt we loath, while the sweet violet, That little beauty boasts, hid from the sight With such a fragrant perfume hits the sense As makes us love ere we behold. And so The gaudy peacock of the feather'd race The noblest seems, till the sweet note be heard That nightly cheers the musing poet's ear Under the thorny brake; and then we grant, That little Philomel, so unadorn d, . Needs not the aid of plamés. So, Isabel, Internal worth upon thy cheek bestows A rose's beauty, cho' no rose bé there. A heart that almost breaks to be rebuk'd. A mind inform’d, yet fearfal to be seen, Kept by a tongue that never but'at homë, . . . And cautious then, its golden trust betrays.
These are thy charms, and they are charms for me,
DESCRIPTION of a COUNTRY FAIR. The happy morning comes, expected long By lads and Jasses. Soon as light appears, The swain is ready in his Sunday frock,' ;.. And calls on Nell to trip it to the fair. . The village bells are up, and jangling loud Proclaim the holiday. The clamn'rous drum Calls to the puppet-shew. The groaning horn And twanging trumpet speak the sale begun, Of articles most rare and cheap. Dogs bark Astounded at the noise. Old women laugh, Boys shout, and the grave Doctor mounts with glec His crowded scaffold, struts, and makes a speech, Maintains the virtue of his salve for corns, His worm-cake and his pills, puffs his known skill, And shews his kettle, silver knives and forks, Ladle and cream-pot, and, to crown the whole, . The splendid tankard. : Andrew grins, and courts The gaping multitude, till Tom and Sue : And Abigail and Ned their shoulders shrug, .. And laugh and whisper, and resolve to sport 1 The solitary shilling. See produc'd į r . Their unwash'd handkerchiefs. Ah! simple swains, Ah! silly maids, you laugh, but Andrew wins. .. i And what for you but sorrow and remorse, Or box of salve to plaíster disappointment? : L'nless the smart of folly may be sooth'd ' ' By Andrew's merry pranks, the dancing girl, viin . And frolic tumbler. Now, the street is fill'd inde With stalls and booths for gingerbread and beer, .'. Rear'd by enchantment, finish'd in a trice. Amusements here for children of all sorts; Por little master's pence, .a coach, a drum. .. ..
A horse, a wife, a trumpet; dolls for miss,
LIBERTY the chief Recommendation of ENGLAND.
(COWPER)" ;) 'Tis Liberty alone that gives the flow'r Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume, And we are weeds without it. All constraint, Except what wisdom lays on evil men, s i e2.. Is evil; hurts the faculties, impedes
isuri Their progress in the road of science;, blinds
2.-5.a The eyesight of discov'ry, and begets, i
t rigol In those that suffer it, a sordid mind
Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit
And plausible than social life requires,