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Witnefs, O Twickenham! thy conscious fhades,

Where erft his fav'rite ftrung the epic lyre; xox And woo'd in strains fublime th' Aonian Maids, While fportive Fancy wav'd her wing of fire. Those facred haunts, by veneration led,

With fecret rapture Freeman would explore,
The paths his bard had trod erewhile to tread,

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www.tadt In peace and charity he yields his breath Bids a vain world a long-a laft adieu,

And finds the road to happiness in death.

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2. The Reverse. By Mr. T. BRADBERRY, of Terling,

Daughters of Eve, ye blooming fair,
To you my ftrains belong;91
Laft year I fung a fhepherd's care,
His grief and all his wrong.
You'll recollect the woeful tale,
How his Maria wed; to c
Bnt ah! not fo, might I prevail,
Her fame fhould not be spread...
But Juftice who with even scale
Each act and actor tries, vargo
And Truth forbid to hide the tale,
On Fame's fwift wing it fies
Indeed the licence was prepar'd,
The parchment feal'd and fign'd,
Hats, aprons trimm'd, sheets ready
air'd,
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When Strephon chang'd his mind.
You ask me why? that question,
In charity forbear,

Suffice it only now to fay, la
In turn the taftes despair.

No peace her sching bofom knows?
Dire dreams infeft per fleep,
She feeks in vaju for calm repofe,
Thar the might seale to weep.
Tho hope's delufive glass the rear,
Some latent peace to find,
The jaws of guilt her confcience

And wound anew her mind.
No cordials from the bottle now
Can chearing thoughts infpire,
Grief rends her foul, care loads her
To die her fole, defire.
A [brow
Nay once, 'tis faid, the fatal rope
In agony the feizid,

So loft to joy, to every hope,
So mad to be releas'd.

But, ah! unhappy maid, forbear
[pray, So wrong a road to take;
om or To God apply in fervent pray'r,
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3. A contemplation. By Mr. J. BURROW, of Boltonfield.
The man whose conflitution's ftrong,
And free from vexing cares his mind,
As changing feafons wing along,
Can in them all new pleatures find.
Nor flander's tongue nor fortune's
frown,

Nor licens'd baftard at his door,
Nor fear of hemp at his jaw-bone,"
Disturb his fleep at midnight hour.
He, when the mornings floweft rife,
Can balance well the night and day,
In converfation with the wife,
Or pipe and bottle with the gay.
The filver moon, and flats to fair,
With telescope and quadrant fipd,

And feel the glorious Jcene prepare
For noble thoughts the enlarged mind.
With hand and bat and apron clean,
Or heart and confcience free from
Agreeably can view the feentu [load
Or life, in ev'ry toillome road.
Not only in his youthful prime,
And while his pow'rs continue firm;
But when he feels th' effect of time,
And age prepares him for the worm.
Faithfal'dby heav'n's redeeminglove,
From whence that fun will foon
appear,
[above,
Whole miles wake endleis joys
Willallhis damps and darkness clear.
4. A Hima

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4. A Hymn to Friendship. By Mr. JACKSON, of Hutton-Rudby. Come, gentle friendfhip, wave thy, Nor apron feen, may fear difarm,

wings

Around my low but peaceful cot;
Waft falfbond far, with all its rings,
And ler contentment be my lot..
Thou kind compofer of all strife,
Give reft, pour bleffings on my bead,
Propitious, give a loving wife,
The licens'd partner of my bed;
That the lov'd mem'ry of each charm,
When grinding jaw-bone's no more
heard,

And fhew the road by comfort

chear'd.

Thy balfam from the bottle pour,
And weigh thy fweetnefs in the fcale;
Affift the feaman in that hour
When ropes and helm and quadrant
fail.

And when, with retrofpective view,
The after thinks on actions past;
Ser to thy feal that I was true,
Ihen charity hall ever last.

5. Against Lying. By Mr. G. BRENTNALL.

Shameful as Eve! the lying tongue
That takes a licence to do wrong!
Than ope their jaws in fuch a cafe,
They'd better be of fleeping race:
Hats, Aprons, Bottles, jewels bright|
If theirs, when weigh'd, they'd be
too light.

They well deferve a waxex rope,
As Hadley did a telescope:
They cannot wing their way to bliss
Which wicked actors needs must
mifs.

Ivars! repent and be forgiven,
For charity's the road to heaven.
T. NIELD, of Hawarden.
Oralike an actor on the ftage,
Hold fiff his jaw as froze with age;
He'd balance ftraws he'd mimic
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[creep;
Then leap, then on his hands he'd
But now, alas! his pranks are o'er,
In charity we'll fay no more:
On funday eve, at clofe of day;

6. The Cobler. By Mr.
A bafe-born cobler once there was,
Who'd fain for man of fpirit pafs;
Without his battle wont to fwear
He wou'd not work a fiagle hair,
And wing'd away his tools all fiew,
Wx, bemp, nay bat and apron too.
Then to the quadrant he'd repair,
To whet his wit and drown his care
And warm'd with liquor he'd His friends they bore him hence

relate

The licens'd follies of the flate;

away.

7. The Wedding. By Mr. J. MooRE.
As Jackson at eve walk'd along the highway,
Not with firelock, but begripes compleat,

He met Charity Jawbone, the queen of May day,
In ftraw bat, bempin apron yet rear.

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He faid, pretty maiden, pray listen to me,
You to fleep with in wedlock I crave;

She reply'd, Sir, no cenf'd bag-piper's I'll be,
Who's to bottles and glaffes a lave.

You migake me, dear maiden, I'm not of that feet,
To tippling ar lying inclin'd,

Firft weigh in the balance before you reject

A good offer ;-be modeft and kind.

In amorous chat flew the wing'd urchins dart,
At Rirgwood he gained the fair;

And Hymen laft funday well afted bis part,
By fealing the wish of the pair.

8. The last Day. By Mr. J. STOKES jun. Terling.

Behold the great and aweful day at Firft to the right he turns his fmiling band, Fmuit ftand! face [fons of grace; When all mankind before their judge And hails, with words of love, thofe With fealed licence from the fov'reign Come, bleffed fouls! dwell with the Lord, [his word. God you love, To raife the world from death t'attend Your ways of charity I now approve. See ringed cherubs hafting thro' the But on the left, gult, foame, and fkies, Frife. fad defpair, [fentence hear: To fammon all the feed of Eve to Will reign, while they their woful All thofe who fleep in death the Down to th'infernal pit they're drove found fhall hear, accurst, [parching thirst; Before the great tribunal all appear. Their burning jaws gnashing for The glorious judge afcends his fplen- Their fate is fix'd, nor can they ever did throne, [makes known; takte

His pow'r and juftice to the world A fingle drop, who bottles once did In equal balance every afton weighs, waste.

And ev'ry line and race of men Lord, grant I may for this great da furveys; His eye, without a glass, fees far That then thy love and favour I

[him hide.

and wide, Neither can rocks or mountains from May Stead of a bar, his head's with glory

prepare,

may share!

dwell with thee in blifs thro endless days,

[round. And join with faints and angels in thy praife!

And vengeance, as an apron, girds him

9. The vifion of Heber. By Mr. T. BAKER, Nuneaton.

In thought remov'd from this delu-[Sedate, yet chearful, like the beaver,

foar'd kind

five feat,. [race; On heav'nly wings the gentle Heber And fociable, he feeks the duteous To that bleft kingdom void of all And reads, to ft:engthen and improve dereit, [afford. his mind, [works of grace. Where love and truth real happiness The books of knowledge, and the With joyous eager look he wifh'd Sometimes when bees are in their to find wax n cells, [hine, His deared friends, of late departed And countless ftars in boundleis e her But how aft.nifh'd was his tender He takes his glafs, and joy'd with cence! wonder tells

[hence

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min'! [all divine. Sure he was dark to heav'nly inno The Pow'r that made them must be From him they flew, yet foft demea-How juft the thought! like Heber, nor kept [perceive wish to be [might, Always fo near him he could them Secure or licenf'd, not by earthy He trembled, figh'd, and in his But by the Almighty fov'reign

[of Eve

Deity,

firit wept, [delight, Conscious he'd finn'd like all the fons He Jeeps in peace and wakens with Yet ftruck with awe at the celeftial How wife are they who, like stay'd fcene, [him en ice.. Heber, thun [produces mirth Ner wealth nor worldly charms could Th' intemp'rate bow! Due cheer To walk the devious road where of But fee to what extremes fome mor[of vice. tals run!

he'd been,

[of death. Led by th'anthinking careleis flaves' In drunkenness they meet the j zv. B 3 May

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4. A Hymn to Friendship. By Mr. JACKSON, of Hutton-Rudby. Come, gentle friendship, wave thy, Nor apron feen, may fear difarm,

wings

Around my low but peaceful cot;
Waft falfbond far,with all its frings,
And let contentment be my lot..
Thou kind compofer of all strife,
Give reft, pour bleffings on my bead,
Propitious, give a loving wife,
The licens'd partner of my bed;
That the lov'd mem'ry of each charm,
When grinding jaw-bone's no more
heard,

And fhew the road by comfort

chear'd.

Thy balfam from the bottle pour,
And weigh thy fweetness in the scale;
Affift the feaman in that hour
When ropes and helm and quadrant
fail.

And when, with retrospective view,
The actor thinks on actions past;
Ser to thy feal that I was true,
Ihen charity fhall ever last.

5. Against Lying. By Mr. G. BRENTNALL.

Shameful as Eve! the lying tongue
That takes a licence to do wrong!
Than ope their jaws in such a cafe,
They'd better be of fleeping race:
Hats, Aprons, Bottles, jewels bright|
If theirs, when weigh'd, they'd be
too light.

6. The Cobler. By Mr.
A bafe-born cobler once there was,
Who'd fain for mani of fpirit pafs;
Without his battle wont to fwear
He wou'd not work a fingle hair,
And wing'd away his tools all flew,
Wx, bemp, nay bat and apron too.
Then to the quadrant he'd repair,
To whet his wit and drown his care
And warm'd with liquor he'd
relate

The licens'd follies of the flate;

They well defèrve a waxex rope,
As Hadley did a telescope :
They cannot wing their way to blife;
Which wicked actors needs must
mifs.

Lvars! repent and be forgiven,
For charity's the road to heaven.

T. NIELD, of Hawarden.
Or like an actor on the ftage,
Hold fiff his jaw as froze with age;
He'd balance ftraws he'd mimic
Лестр
[creep;
Then leap, then on his hands be'd
But now, alas! his pranks are o'er,
In charity we'll fay no more:
On funday eve, at close of day;
His friends they bore him hence
away.

You migake me, dear maiden, I'm not of that fect,
To tippling ar lying inclin'd,

Firft weigh in the balance before you reject
A good offer ;-be modest and kind,

In amorous chat flew the wing'd urchins dart,
At Rirgwood he gained the fair;

And Hymen laft funday well afted bis part,
By fealing the wish of the pair.

8. The last Day. By Mr. J. STOXES jun. Terling.

Behold the great and aweful day at First to the right he turns his fmiling band, Fmuit ftand! face [fons of grace; When all mankind before their judge And hails, with words of love, thofe With fealed licence from the fov'reign Come, bleffed fouls! dwell with the Lord, [his word. God you love, To raife the world from death t'attend Your ways of cb rity I now approve. See vinged cherubs hafting thro' the But on the left, gult, foame, and fkies, Frife. fad despair, [fentence hear: To fummon all the feed of Eve to Will reign, while they their woful All thofe who fleep in death the Down to th'infernal pit they're drove found fhall hear, accurft, [parching thirst; Before the great tribunal all appear. Their burning jaws gnashing for The glorious judge afcends his fplen- Their fate is fix'd, nor can they ever did throne, tafte [makes known;} His pow'r and juftice to the world A fingle drop, who bottles once did In equal balance every aftor weighs, waste.

And ev'ry line and race of men Lord, grant I may for this great da furveys; His eye, without a glafs, fees far That then thy love and favour. I

and wide,

[him hide.

Neither can rocks or mountains from May

Stead of a bat, his head's with glory

crown'd

prepare,

may share!

dwell with thee in blifs thro endless days,

[round. And join with faints and angels in thy praife!

And vengeance, as an opron, girds him

9. The vifion of Heber. By Mr. T. BAKER, Nuneaton.

In thought remov'd from this delu-[Sedate, yet chearful, like the beaver,

foar'd kind

five leat, [race; On heav'nly wings the gentle Heber And fociable, he ferks the duteous To that bleft kingdom void of all And reads, to ft;engthen and improve deceit, [afford. his mind, [works of grace. Where love and truth real happiness The books of knowledge, and the With joyous eager look he wifh'd Sometimes when bees are in their [hence; wax-n cells,

to find

[thine, His deared friends, of late departed And countless stars in boundless e her But how aft nifh'd was his tender He takes his glafs, and y'd with min'! cence! wonder tells [all divine. Sure he was dark to heav'nly inno The Pow'r that made them must be From him they flew, yet foft demea-How juft the thought! like Heber, nor kept [perceive wish to be [might, Always fo near him he could them Secure or licenf'd, not by earthy He trembled, figh'd, and in his But by the Almighty fov'reign

[of Eve Deity,

firit wept, [delight, Confcious he'd finn'd like all the fons He keeps in peace and wakens with Yet ftruck with awe at the celeftial How wife are they who, like stay'd fcene, Heber, thun [produces mirth Ner wealth nor worldly charms could Th' intemp'rate bozu! Due cheer To walk the devious road where of But fee to what extremes fome mor

[him en ice.

[of vice. tals run!

he'd been, [of death. Led by th'anthinking careleis flaves In drunkenness they meet the j • B 3 May