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Thus fpake Afpatio, firm posseft

Of Faith's supporting rod;
Then breath'a his soul into its reft,

The bosom of his God.
He was a man among the few

Sincere on Virtue's side,
And all his strength from scripture drew,

To hourly use apply'd.
That rule he priz'd, by that he fear'd,

He hated, hop'd, and loy'd,
Nor ever frown'd, or fad appear'd,

But when his heart bad rov'd.
For he was frail as thou or 1,

And evil felt within,
But when he felt it, heav'd a sigh,

And loath'd the thought of fin.
Such liv'd Aspatio, and at last

Call'd up from earth to heav'n;
The gulph of death triumphant pass'd

By gales of blessing driven.
His joys be MINE, each reader cries,

When my last hour arrives :
They shall be yours, my verse replies,
Such only be your

lives.
In these beautiful lines we recognize the same ge-
nius, taste, and seriousness with which we have, on
other occasions, been so much entertained and in-
structed.

In the future Numbers of our Miscellany, we shall furnish our readers with other interesting felections from this work.

Hiftorical

Historical and Familiar Esays on the Scriptures of the

Old and New Testament. Four Volumes Oétavo.

By John Collier. Scarlet, Strand. In the present day every judicious illustration of the

Bible must be acceptable to the friends of Revela. tion. The efforts of Jaymen are peculiarly deserving of praise, since their disinterestedness is supposed to impart a superior efficacy to their labours. Hence the theological productions of a Boyle, a Locke, a Newton, and a Beatlie, are held in high estimation.

Mr. COLLIER, we understand, is a respectable medical gentleman, who has devoted his leisure hours to the study of the Sacred Writings. We are happy in declaring it to be our opinion, that his investigations, which he has now made public, are weli adapted to promote the best interests of mankind.

These Esays comprise an easy and familiar style, the entire history both of the Old and New Testamenr, in. terspersed with sensible remarks, which tend either to illustrate their meaning or to impress their admonitions on the heart. Much industry must have been employed in the execution of the work; and every attention seems to have been given to render it conducive to religious and moral improvement.

A Concise Practical Grammar of the German Tongue,

by the Reverend W. Render, Teacher of the German Language in the University of Cambridge. Symonds. gs.

in boards. WE have reason to believe that this Grammar is

well adapted to answer the purposes for which it was composed. The arrangement seems to be clear, and we doubt not that the learner will find the illuf. ftrations fatisfactory,

In a sensible and well written Preface, the author has fully explained himself on the subject. “ Though " the critical reader,” says he, “ may perhaps discover “ some triding inaccuracies in this performance ; yet, “ I am fully satisfied, that it will prove highly service“ able to all those who are desirous of having access to “ the literary treasures of my native country : at all “ events I have no doubt but it will be received with “ that candid indulgence by the public, which the in. ( duftrious exertions of foreigners have always expe

rienced from the liberality of the Britila nation.”

The Annual Anthology, Volume the First, 1799. Long

man and Rees.

(Concluded from page 360.) The Morning Mift contains some pleasing Sentiments, well expressed :

MORNING MIST.
“ Look, WILLIAM, how the morning mists

Have covered all the scene,
Nor house nor hill can't thou behold,

Grey wood, or meadow green.
The distant fpire across the vale

These floating vapours throud,
Scarce are the neighbouring poplars seen,

Pale shadowed in the cloud.
But seeft thou, William, where the mists

Sweep o'er the southern íky,
The dim effulgence of the sun

That lights them as they fly?
Soon shall the glorious orb of day

In all his strength arise,
And roll along his azure way,
Thro' clear and cloudless ikies.

Then shall we see across the vale

The village spire as white,
And the grey wood and meadow green

Shall live again in light.
So, William, from the moral world

The clouds shall pass away ;
The light that itruggles thro' them now

Shall beam eternal day.

ERTHUSYO.

The Affectionate Heart does its author credit, both in point of poetry and sentiment. THE AFFECTIONATE HEART.

BY JOSEPH COTTLE.
« Let the great man, his treasures possessing,

Pomp and splendour for ever attend :
I prize not the shadowy blessing,

I ask the affectionate friend.
Tho' foibles may sometimes o’ertake him,

His footstep from wisdom depart;
Yet, my spirit shall never forsake him,

If he own the affectionate heat.
Affection! thou soother of care,

Without thee, unfriended we rove;
Thou canst make e'en the desert look fair,

And thy voice is the voice of the dove.
'Mid the anguish that preys on the breast,

And the storms of mortality's state ;
What shall lull the afflicted to rest,

But the joys that on sympathy wait?
What is fame, bidding Envy defiance,

The idol and banc of mankind;
What is wit, what is learning, or science,

To the heart that is stedfast and kind ?
Even genius may weary the light,

By too fierce and loo constant a blaze ;
But affection, mild planet of night!

Grows lovelier the longer we gaze.
Vol. VIII.

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It shall thrive when the flattering forms,

Tha: encircle creation decay;
It shall live mid the wide-wafting storms,

That bear all undiftinguith’d away..
When time, at the end of his race,

Shall expire with expiring mankind ;
It shall stand on its permanent bafe;

It shall last till the wreck of the mind.

The Spirit is a fine fatire on the stories of hobgoblins, with which young folks are often affrighted.

THE SPIRIT.

Founded on Fact.
« Now which is the road across the common,

“ Good woman! in pity declare ;
“ No path can I trace, for the night is dark,
" And I fear me before the far turnpike I mark,

“ Some grim-visaged ghost will appear."
“ The ghost never walks till the clock strikes twelve,

" And this is the first of the night,”
Cried the woman. “ Now why doft thou look at me

fo?
“ And why do thine eyes so fearfully glow?

“ Good Itranger, forbcar thy affright.
« I tell thee that across the common,

“ This cart-track thy horse must pursue ;
« Till close by thy feet two gibbets thou meet,
6 Where the rains and the tempests the highwaymen

beat,
« That a traveller once murder'd like you."
The horseman replied, “ I have no terror

« Of men whò in midnight plan ;
“ But a ghost that pops on one before or behind,
“ And around him fees clearly while mortals are blind-

“ Aye, that trics the heart of the man,

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