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By thee, acknowledg'd was the Hand Divine
Who made the palm of victory be thine;
Thy noble actions, were more noble made,
As humble gratitude thy lips display'd;

While crown'd with conquest, lo! the victors own,
The glory due to God, to God alone.

While thus acknowledg'd is the Lord of Hosts,
We need not fear the proud Philistine's boast;
God is the bulwark of our favour'd land,
And holds the main in his capacious hand.
He can present the wondrous awful sight:
A thousand chas'd by one, and put to flight:
The swift may not pursue their threaten'd race,
Nor yet the strong subdue the Sons of Grace.

The Courtier's Soliloquy.-Dazzled with the false lustre of ambition, I quitted too precipitately my little walk in life, in hopes of shining among the great. By executing every ministerial commission with which I was charged, with the most servile fidelity, however disagreeable it was to my taste, however repugnant to my conscience, I raised myself, by hasty strides, from obscurity to splendour. By never framing the slightest objections to the commands of my despotic superiors, by always receiving them with humility, and obeying them with swiftness, I have fixed myself in a magnificent situation. I have acquired honours and riches, and should derive no small happiness from the envy which I excite among thousands less successful in the world, did I not feel myself despised by many of the most

respectable men in the nation, whose contempt is the more mortifying to me as I am conscious of deserving it. In vain do my friends (my flatterers rather should I say, for how can we, with any propriety, call those our friends, who studiously endeavour to hide us from ourselves?) in vain do they bestow on my principles and my parts the most exalted encomiums; in vain would they make me believe that I am a capital pillar of the British constitution: sick of the fawning crew surrounding me from morning to night, I began to nauseate their gross, their surfeiting adulation. My gains, indeed, have been considerable; since I have been a patient persevering drudge in the ministerial road; considerable, too, have been my lashes. What have. I gained? A ribbon and a pension. What have I lost? My character and my peace.

A captain of an African ship had lately a young tiger on board, which was so civilized, and even humanized, that the beast lay every night for many weeks in the captain's cabin, along with his play-fellow and particular favourite, a Negro boy. The captain being awaked one morning earlier than usual, by the noise and playfulness of the tiger, called to the boy to be quiet, but having no answer from the boy, and the noise still continuing, he looked out of his hammock, and perceived the tiger playing at football with Quamino's head. The cause was this:

the poor boy had, by some accident, the preceding evening, cut his neck, which happened to bleed again in the night, of which the tiger got a taste, when unhappily the delicious flavour of it so inflamed his appetite, that he could not resist the temptation of making a repast on human blood. It therefore behoves all persons who have any thing to do with these animals, to avoid the least scratch whereby blood may be drawn, or to retire instantly when they perceive that to be the case, for there is no dependence on these creatures, be they ever so tame, when that temptation falls in their way.

The Contrast: An Epigram.

Clarke dead! and Churchill dead! and not one verse, No monody attending either hearse!

Whence this ?-The reason's plain; what tear can fall? For one we grieve too much; for t'other, not at all.

Epitaph on the late Duchess of Leeds..

Ye wretched, stop, nor spare the tender tear
For charity herself lies buried here.

Anecdote. The following instance of condescension and generosity in a crowned head may be depended upon. The present Empress Queen being at Luxembourg, one of her palaces, not far from Vienna, received a message on the part of

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an old woman, aged an hundred and eight, who during many years had never failed to present herself, on Holy Thursday, among the number of poor persons, whose feet, according to a Romish custom, the Empress on that day was used to wash in the Royal Chapel. For two years, however, this, old woman's infirmities had prevented her attendance, on which account she felt the most lively regret, not only because she was obliged to fail so pious a ceremony, but because she was deprived of the honour of seeing her sovereign, whom she loved next to God. The Empress touched with the message, and the sentiments of the good woman, enquired where she lived, and the next day, taking the air, drove to the little village where her cabin was; here she not only left her carriage, but condescended to enter into the lowly mansion of her affectionate subject, where she found her on a settle bed, attended with all the diseases incident to extreme age. "I am told," said the generous Princess, my good old woman, that you are uneasy at not being able to come and see me: I cannot give you strength, that only is in the power of God; but I do as much as I can, and am come to see you." Her Majesty was greatly affected to remark the joy visible in the countenance of the old woman, who endeavoured to throw herself out of bed to kiss her feet. The Empress staid some time, and on going away left a sum of money to procure such necessaries as were most proper for age and weakness.-This is a

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certain fact, and the most trifling actions of Sovereigns are precious, and deserve to be reported to the world, when they announce, like this, their benevolence and humanity.

An Epigram on Modern Marriages.

When Phoebus was am'rous, and long'd to be rude,
Miss Daphne cry'd, pish! and ran swift to the wood;
And rather than do such a naughty affair,

She became a fine laurel to deck the god's hair.
The nymph was no doubt of a cold constitution,
For sure to turn tree was an odd resolution!
Yet in this she behav'd like a Coterie spouse,
As she fled from his arms to distinguish his brows.

Bristol, February 24.-We have an account from Clarum in Somersetshire, that a farmer a few miles distant, going out in the morning about business, ordered his servant maid to dress him some bacon and greens against his return: as the pot was boiling over the fire with the bacon and greens in it, a dead toad was discovered to be in the pot, which much surprised the maid, who was for throwing the dinner away, for fear of doing her master an injury; but a man in the house persuaded her to the contrary, and said it. would do no harm: accordingly dinner was served up, and the farmer eat heartily; but in a short time grew violently ill, and died in a few hours in the utmost agonies, in spight of the remedies

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