The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant 191

On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his Cage 205

Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia

The History of John Gilpin

231

232

Epistle to an afflicted Protestant Lady in France 240

To the Rev. W. C. Unwin

242

IV. The Winter Evening

V. The Winter Morning Walk

VI. The Winter Walk at Noon

Epistle to Joseph Hill, Esq.

Tirocinium: or, a Review of Schools

To the Rev. Mr. Newton

Catharina

On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture out of

Norfolk

Friendship

418

455

On a mischievous Bull, which the owner of

him sold at the Author's Instance

Annus Memorabilis, 1789. Written in Comme-

moration of his Majesty's happy Recovery 456

Hymn for the Use of the Sunday School at

Olney

Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality for

the Year 1787

The same for 1788

The same for 1789

The same for 1790

459

The same for 1792

The same for 1793

Epitaph on Mr. Hamilton

Epitaph on a Hare

473

Epitaphium Alterum

474

Account of the Author's Treatment of Hares

476

TABLE TALK.

Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,
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, drench'd 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,
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.

B

But let eternal infamy pursue

The wretch, to naught but his ambition true;
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a towering rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a flock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tiger feels;
Then view him self-proclaim'd 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 sithe 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.

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man;
Kings do but reason on the self-same plan:
Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn,
Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns
With much sufficiency in royal brains;
Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings! those optics are but dim,
That tell you so-say, rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem, with mighty projects lined,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,

Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom used, how little understood!
To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward;
Keep Vice restrain'd behind a double guard;