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this truly noble conduct, never | often reprefents them as virtues: enough to be admired! lived on a by over-rating our worth, we actual curacy of fifty pounds for the re-ly leffen our real defert; and by mainder of his days. claiming undue refpect, we expofe ourselves to contempt: fuch are the general confequences of indulging in pride.

He continued curate of ThamesDitton, and fellow of his college, from which he received little or no emolument, to his death, which happened about twelve years ago.

I know but of two publications from this extraordinary character,one, a volume of fermons; and the other, a pamphlet againft Dr. Chandler, in the Subfcription Controverfy, neither of them much known to fame. He was, however, let the merit of thefe pieces be what it will, a man, undoubtedly, of extenfive reading, and claffic tafte.

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PRIDE

On PRIDE.

ENIGMATICAL LIST of FLOWERS. [7HAT was white till dyed by Venus' blood, when

I.

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Adonis was flain.

2. Three-fifths of an aromatic gum, and half of small. 3. A coppice, and to faften. What grows on most houses, and a woman's name.

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5. The youth that fell in love with his own image.

6. True happiness.

7. To joke, changing the last letter, a vowel, and where gold is dug. 8. What is often seen in winter, and to fall.

RIDE, in a greater or leffer degree, is almost a univerfal paffion: the dominion it exercifes over the human mind, is more general and more abfolute than may be afcribed to any other principle of equally blamable tendency. To inquire what are the fymptoms by which it is known, and to learn the methods of removing or fubduing this odious paffion, is therefore highly expedient. I do not know that creature living, however confcious of its own imperfections, however in principle fubmitted to the will of its creator and governor, that is not, in fome unguarded moment, furprifed and misled by this infidious foe to human peace and happinefs. Which is the quality too infignificant, which is the merit too flender, or the degree of diftin tion too fmall (in the opi- 12. Two-fourths of the reverse to nion of their poffeffors) to counte-low, a vowel, and a fhort measure, nance the pride refulting from felf- adding a letter and changing a letter. partiality Nothing more inge- 13. What is common to all, and a nious than pride in magnifying the long duration. moft trifling qualifications, nor more active in feizing the minuteft advantage to favour its pretenfions. It blinds us to our weakneffes, and i

9. A woman's name, and what mifers love.

10. What sprang from the blood of Adonis.

11. A bright luminary, and the fubject of this piece.

14. The reverse to four, and a pulie.

CLARISSA D.

POETICAL

ESSAY S,

WAR ELEGY,

better fuited to our circumstances than the War Elegies of Tyrtæus. [From the Art of War, a Poem, by Jofeph Facvcett.]

O'ER

ER once the haughty baron's house of war,

Now to a county's dreary jail decay'd, Whofe ruin frowns on yon tall hill from far, [deepest fhade. The dead of night had thrown its Huh'd lay the captive foes of angry law; Loud clanking chains the ear no longer fiil; [ftraw; Oblivion blefs'd the hopeless felon's And Mis'ry's mad, inebriate mirth was ftill.

But one there was whofe lids refus'd to clofe,[Defpair. More greatly curft, -one daughter of Who wildly thus pour'd forth her wake. ful woes [night air:Through the deep filence of the mid"Tis well-'tis well!-my foreft ill is o'er :[keenet pain, Thou little wretch that caus'd my Shalt lift thy piteous looks to me no more, For food, my utmoft efforts fail'd to gain!

"Come, kill the mother who her child has kill'd! [the deed! Hafte, righteous judges, and avenge Yes, men of justice, I've for ever still'd The raging famine that I could not feed.

*The poor woman, having loft her huf band in the war, and having implored relief at feveral doors in vain, in the town of Liverpool, in a fit of defperation, took her child (about three years old) in the public ftreet, and dafhed its head againft the wall: immediately furgical aid was called, but in vain. Upon opening the body of the child, the furgeon gave it as his opinion, that its ftomach had not received food for three days before. The miferable mother is committed to Lancafter Lastle.-[Taken from the Cambridge Intelligenter, August 15, 1795-]

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patience bore

"For three long days, my wond'rous [ing cries, Thofe ne'er-to-be-forgot, heart-piercBore to behold the pining looks implore,[eyes! Bore the dumb hunger of the hollow

"For joy a child is born into the world, Delirious mother, that her pain forgets! Mine out again this hand in mercy hurl'd! With jufter joy my bounding bofor beats!

"Here, what but wolves, but wild

deftroyers dwell? [lefs fide, They tore my husband from my heloAnd, when the father in their battles fell, A little bread his famish'd babe deny'd. "When Surfeit fwells while wasting thousands die, [groans, When Riot roars amidst furrounding Whence fprings the patience of the quiet fky? [ftones?

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The poor to duft where hard oppreffors Force feas of blood and feas of tears to flow, kind!

And triumph in the torments of man"My fellow-victims! that fo calmly lie, Nor join the vigils thefe parch'd eyes must keep,

Forgetful each of all his mifery, I alfo, found as you, fhall fhortly fleep. "Fly, my deliverers !-hither wing your way! [fice, come!

Come, in your robes of beauteous ofAnd you, ye brightest fun-beams, deck the day,

That to her reft a weary wretch fhall doom."

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could tell.

But, ah! what avails that fhe's fair? "I could fay, that in nature each emblem is faint,

To express all the charms of her face. Her form-oh! 'tis all that young fancy can paint

And her air, the perfection of grace. "But the froft of unkindness these bloffoms can blight;

Each charm, each perfection can ftain; Make the fweet fmiling Loves, and the Graces take flight;

And cafe the fond fool of his pain. "Come, Mirth, and thy train! of thy joys let me fhare;

is fair.

Thofe joys, that enliven the fou!. With thefe, I'll forget that my Phyllis [bowl!" Love and care fhall be drown'd in the Young Strephon, refolv'd to shake off the foft chain,

Thus fang, the gay fhepherds among. But fhort is his triumph: for, fee! o'er the plain,

His Phyllis trips lightly along. As fhe paft by the shepherd, a glance of

her eye Rous'd the flame that lay dormant of

late.

"In vain I'd be free! (he exclaim'd | I'll lure the Zephyrs, as alone we tread

with a figh)

Thy triumph, O Love, is complete.

"One glance of that eye the cold bofom

of age

With youthful affection might move; The anchorite's froft might diffolve; and the fage

Awake to the raptures of love. «Ye Pow'rs, who make beauty and

virtue your care!

Let no forrow my Phyllis moleft! Let no blaft of misfortune intrude on the fair,

To ruffle the calm of her breaft! "Though I languish, unpity'd,-unpi

[fpire

ty'd, complainThough no fmile a fhort tranfport inYet, blafted with frowns, let me hug the foft chain,

And live but to love and admire!"

THE INDIAN.

By Mrs. WHITTELL. AH whither would't thou fly, too

lovely youth? [thou ftray'd, From what far country, tell me, haft By what difafter here thy feet betray'd?[truth:

Oh! tell me all, nor doubt an Indian's

For I have feen thee oft, and oft have wept [moleft; To think that forrow thould thy days And oft have with'd that I could give thee reft, When fleepless to my pillow I have crept. Art thou the victim wan of treacherous Vows? [thip flow? Or does thy grief from truant friendAlas is't not enough to mark thy woe, For thee to claim whate'er my roof al

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The citron mazes in the fultry hours; When clouds pervade, denouncing drenching fhowers,

Thefe arms fhall be a fhelter for thine head.

Salubrious herbs around thy breaft I'll twine, [invade; If the rude climate should its frength My couch, though humble, fhall for thee be laid, [thine. My hofom's movements be attun'd to Think not, dear youth, that Nature's churlish hand, [fight, That made me this complexion to the Endow'd my foul with fympathy lefs

bright

Or made me graceless-graces to withftand.

moon,

Ah! no; for He who rules the ftars, the [deferts trac'd, The world of waves, the fields and In every breast the self-fame feelings plac'd,

On every region fhed one general boon! I am not polish'd, as my manners tell,

Nor vaunt the European's art indeed; But I can challenge ev'ry power to plead, Though little letter'd, I can love as well, By no imperious parent am I croft,

Nor tortur'd by an hoftile ruler's frown;

Freedom the dearest fentiment I own, And virtue all the treasure I can boast! I may have err'd, with unbecoming zeal;

And, little fuited to a woman's tongue, With too much tranfport on this fubject hung;

For 'tis no common tranfport that I feel. As the bird tells its paffion by its strain, And lordly man by eloquence can

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Then, gentle youth, go triumph at thy | Thou, goddess bright, of ev'ry charm

[willows bind:

eafe, While I my brows with mournful Yet fhould fome Power inftruct thee to

be kind,

[trees: The paffage to my hut is through yon But tell me, ftranger-tell me, ere we part,

How I might find a paffage to thy heart?

CUPID CAPTIVATED. [From Poems by S. T. Coleridge.] AS late each flower that fweeteft blows I pluck'd, the garden's pride,Within the petals of a rofe

A fleeping Love I 'fpied.
Around his brows a beamy wreath

Of many a lucent hue;
All purple glow'd his cheek, beneath,
Inebriate with the dew.

I foftly feiz'd th' unguarded Power,
Nor fear'd his balmy reft;
And plac'd him, cag'd within the flower,
On fpotlefs Sara's breaft.

But when, unweeting of the guile,
Awoke the pris'ner fweet,
He ftruggled to efcape awhile,
And samp'd his faery feet,
Ah! foon the foul-entrancing fight
Subdu'd th' impatient boy!
He gaz'd; he thrill'd with deep delight,
Then clapp'd his wings for joy.
And "Oh! (he cried) of magic kind
What charms this throne endear!
Some other Love let Venus find-
I'll fix my empire here."

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poffeft, [finking heart. Bade Love to fmile, and chear'd my

Then hence, Defpair, with lonely forrow fraught!

Hope fhields my breaft, and fets thy pow'r at naught.

HAMILTON DELL.

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roam,

And when our deftin'd road far onThee I have found, whatever chance betide, {way. The kind companion of my devious With thee, unwearied, have I lov'd to [rufhing Rhine; By the fmooth-flowing Scheid, or And thou hast gladden'd my fequefter'd home, [eglantine. And hung my peaceful porch with When cares and croffes my tir'd spirits tried,

When to the duft my father I refign'd, Amidit the quiet hade unken I fign'd, And, bien with thee, forgot a world unkind.

EPITAPH

On an Infant.

Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven convey'd, And bade it bloffom there.

FOREIGN

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