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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.
Thou reprobate mortal; why, doft not thou know
Whither, after your death, all you drunkards muft go?
Muft go when we're dead? why Sir, you may swear,
We fhall go, one and all, where we find the best beer.

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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,
A fecond fairly took his head 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,
His leg was off, and not his head,
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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,
He lufteth aye unthirftily for mo;
And whom he whilome cherished, when tied
By holy church he cannot her abide.
Like unto dog which lighteth of a bone,
His tail he waggeth, glad therefore y-grown,
But thilke fame bone if to his tail thou tye,
Pardie, he fearing it away doth fly.

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
With ev'ry gen'rous paffion glow'd:
And here the gentle Belford's eyes
With manly forrows overflow'd,

Here Clementina, hapless maid!
With wild distress each bofom tears:
And here the lovely Harriet own'd
A virgin's hopes, a virgin's fears.

Here Emily, fweet artless girl,

Fills ev'ry breast with strange delight!
And when we fear her early fall,
Secures her conqueft by her flight.

Here fprightly Charlotte's hum'rous wit
Difpenfes mirth to all around:

But, ah! we tremble, whilft we fmile,
Left its fine edge herself should wound.

Here GRANDISON, to crown the whole,
A bright exemplar ftands confeft!
Who stole thofe virtues we admire
From the great Author's glowing breast.

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.

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The COUNTRY PARSON.

I.

ETWEEN the smooth descent of yonder hills,
Deep in the vale with tufted trees befet ;
Whofe antique roots are wafh'd with brawling rills,

Whofe leafy arms the fummer's rage defeat,
There ftands a country parfon's calm retreat.
View well the filent shade with sober eye,
And wonder at the courtier's fwollen luxury.

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)
Whose furniture fhews housewifely, and neat;

A little garden runs from one to t other,
Stately in use, excluding useless state,

In which a yew tree ftands of ancient date:
And near it rosemary climbs up the wall;
Or else imperfect were the rites of funeral.

IV. Him

IV.

Him liveth near in gentle neighbourhood

An heartfome friend, replete with bounteous love,
Whofe generous wine long time hath corked stood,
(Not to avoid the tafte but to improve ;)

With him the good man's moments foftly move;
Nor yet compleat, if I fhou'd leave untold

The dame who of his joys sweet partnership doth hold,

V.

Well knows the when to govern, when obey,
Vers'd in the rights and laws of womanhood

Nor hath she too much wisdom to be gay,
Nor hath fhe fo much wit to be o'er-loud :
Nor hath fhe fo much beauty to be proud;
But cheerful fenfe and decent mirth impart
The sweet domestic joys of a well-natur❜d heart.

VI.

Eight years hath heav'n poffefs'd them of a boy,'
Who loves a fifter younger by a year ;

And as they prank about, with filent joy
They fit and fmile upon the prattling pair,
(Who two sweet roses on one stalk appear)
And think upon themselves once fair and young,
Before foft Cupid's golden bow became unftrung.

VII. Each