REFLECTIONS

Arising from the rich Parish of St. James Dover having Divine Service only once a Sunday, while St. Mary's, with more poor than rich Parishioners, can afford to have Service three times, and this too, though the Sunday Evening Lectures be paid by Public Subscription, shewing the latter Parish is rich in spirit, but poor in pocket, while the former is rich in pocket, but poor in spirit.

Hail James's, All Saint's Parish hail, for there
That all are Saints, must from this fast appear.

The Folks in it to Church but once a day

Are Summon'd by their Sunday Bell to pray,
Wherefore I naturally infer from this,

All are so good there, no one acts amiss;

And if so, it must of course be granted,

The less Service from their Priest is wanted.

While wicked St. Mary's full of sinners,

To whom scarce time's allowed to get their dinners, (And which Church, like St. James's is so cramm'd By crowds of People, fearing to be damn'd,

That when you in it go to ease your Soul,

You can't help thinking of the fam'd black hole
At Calcutta,) thrice summons Man away
For grace and mercy on his God to pray.
But to shew whence this diff'rence may arise,
I'll give a better reason--the supplies.
Know therefore, tho' St. Mary's purse be light,
She gives with pleasure to the Priest her mite,
And all must this confess by holy Paul,

A better Priest she cannot have than Maule.

While rich St. James's genteel Population Subscribe their money with no small vexation; Strange that the Poor in wealth should thus exceed The richer classes in each pious deed,

And those whom Heav'n has blest with little store, By giving from their little so much more,

Should seem with greater gratitude their God t'adore. Besides how odd it is, that in a place

(Whose various new neat Chapels prove God's grace,)" Two old small Churches only, for a Town

Which at twelve thousand Souls is now set down,
Should have so long satisfied the piety

Of such, as not coveting variety,

Are contented with a mild religion

That (instead of stirring up division)

Makes them rest happy with the form of prayers
Transmitted by our Fathers to their Heirs,

And, to the heart appealing, leaves the head
Unmuddled by the jargon it has read,

Of some new Schismaticks, whose Heav'n consists,

In making converts, that their ragged lists

Of lying, canting, hypocritic rogues,

Who have not means to buy a pair of Brogues,

May, at some future period, cause a rumpus,
And in one mass of Jacobinism lump us.
Adopting Horne Tooke's Revolution toast,

A pull, a strong pull, till the devil's host

By his and their joint strength have toppled down The firm supporters of the Church and Crown.

After this evil then from many sects,

Whenever Man a conventicle erects,

We nat'rally think of cynical De Foe,

Who, to crush the Sectarists by one fell blow,

Thus says "Where God erects a House of Prayer

The Devil is sure to build a Chapel there.

PROBATIONARY LINES

In Praise of Marmony.

"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,

"To soften rocks, and bend the knotted oak."

THE MOURNING BRIDE.

'Mid War's alarms, and foul domestic strife,

And the dire conflicts of a toilsome life,
How do Cecilia's soft mellifluous strains
Soothe the keen anguish of our mortal pains.
What healing balsam to a wounded mind
From heav'nly Harmony th' afflicted find.

Who then would not prefer in hours of leisure,

This inexhaustible seraphic treasure,