A PENANCE. Drunken old Scot by the rigorous sentence Of the kirk was condemn'd to the stool of repentance. Mefs John to his confcience his vices put home, And his danger in this, and the world that's to come. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX The MISTAKE. Cannon ball, one bloody day, A Took a poor failor's leg away; And, as on 'his comrade's back he made off, The fellow, on this odd emergence, Carries him pick-back to the surgeons. Zds! cries the Doctor, are you drunk, To bring me here an headlefs trunk ? he faid A Frag A lying dog! cries Jack, R A Fragment of CHAUCER. By J. H. Efq; IGHT wele of lerned clerkis is it fed, That womenhud for mannis' ufe is made; But naughty man like:h not one, or so, Upon an ALCOVE, now at PARSON'S Green. Favorite Mufe of SHENSTONE hear! And leave awhile his blifsful Aid me this sweet alcove to fing, groves; The Author's feat whom SHENSTONE loves. Here the foul-harr'wing genius form'd His PAMELA's enchanting story! And here divine CLARISSA died A martyr to our fex's glory! 'Twas "Twas here the noble-minded Howe Here Clementina, hapless maid! Here Emily, fweet artless girl, Fills ev'ry breast with strange delight! Here fprightly Charlotte's hum'rous wit But, ah! we tremble, whilft we fmile, Here GRANDISON, to crown the whole, O facred feat! be thou rever'd By fuch as own thy master's pow'r ; And, like his works, for ages laft, Till fame and language are no more. B The COUNTRY PARSON. I. ETWEEN the smooth descent of yonder hills, Whofe leafy arms the fummer's rage defeat, II. See to his garden's pale where close ally'd A decent church the neighbouring glebe commands; Whose steeple's ftock'd with bells, (the country's pride) Whose beams are wreath'd about with virgin bands, Wove on the bridal day by virgin hands. The furplice clean, and chancel newly whited, That with the good man's neatnefs all must be delighted. III. His house stands near, (this church's younger brother) A little garden runs from one to t other, In which a yew tree ftands of ancient date: IV. Him IV. Him liveth near in gentle neighbourhood An heartfome friend, replete with bounteous love, With him the good man's moments foftly move; The dame who of his joys sweet partnership doth hold, V. Well knows the when to govern, when obey, Nor hath she too much wisdom to be gay, VI. Eight years hath heav'n poffefs'd them of a boy,' And as they prank about, with filent joy VII. Each |