That piety and polish'd elegance

May well together suit; and while remains
Or piety, or elegance, thy works,

Like genuine gold, the touchstone will abide,
And grateful to thy countrymen remain!
Oh! may I to my lowly strains derive
Some merit from the friendship of thy name;
Strains, whose exalted subject fills thy heart
So constant with delight; and from thy tongue
IN CONVERSE pours such streams of eloquence,
That the wrapt hearer wonders at his fears
Of death ere while, and glowing with the love
Of JESUS, caught from thee, longs to behold
His Saviour in the clouds: for who can stand
Amidst the sweetness of Arabian groves,

And not bear thence some fragrance?-Valued friend,
Proceed and (thy too feeble strength renew'd)

:

May to hoar age thy journey be prolong'd,

And strew'd each step with blessings to mankind!

We shall close this account of Mr. Hervey's life with the following elegy on him.*

URANIA speak! in pensive numbers tell

How ZION trembled when great HERVEY fell!
When fail'd his strength, and when his pulse beat low,
Tell how she mourn'd to see th' impending blow!
O thou, to whom all sacred themes belong,
Pour forth the sweetly-melancholy song!

• The reader may be assured, that these verses were wrote by a very serious and well-disposed young man, apprentice to a Jersey comber, in the town of Northampton, in a low station of life, and of no liberal education; whose mind, by Mr. James Hervey's preaching and writings, had been very early impressed with the sacred ardour of piety and poetry. The original copy is now in the hands of the Rev. Mr. Richard Onely, of Clipston, A. M. master of the free-school there, to whom it was lately transmitted by a friend of the lad's, for his inspection and correction; the alterations he has made are not many; and, upon the whole, it may be considered as a kind of Christian apotheosis; or, at least, a neat elegiac garland, not altogether unworthy of being hung over that great and good man's tomb.

Alas! grim Death hath shot the fatal dart,
Which long seem'd pointed at his languid heart.
Th' insatiate tyrant, crown'd with fun'ral gloom,
In triumph drags him to the hollow tomb;
Who now so well can paint the blooming flower,
Or preach from sepulchres at midnight-hour?
Who now so well the starry heavens sean,
And read the lectures nature meant for man?
No more his voice a careless world can move,
Or tell the wonders of redeeming love;
No more shall thousands round his pulpit throng,
To hear the heav'nly precepts of his tongue;
For lo! above this gross impurer air,
Releas'd from ev'ry pain and ev'ry care,
He soars aloft (angelic hosts his guide)

On wings new plum'd, which ne'er before he tried.
With rapid speed his golden pinions rise

Through starry plains, and skim th' empyrean skies.
And now where sparkling portals wide display
The blissful regions of eternal day;

His Lord receives him 'midst celestial choirs,

Who crown his head, and strike their golden lyres;
Thro' heav'n's glad courts the greeting anthems roll,
And joys new blooming feast his ravish'd soul;
Joys which to tell all eloquence is faint,
And which the loftiest muse can never paint."

ADVERTISEMENT.

I MUST entreat the purchasers of the former editions to excuse the freedom I have taken, in making several considerable additions to this. It has been done at the persuasion of some judicious friends, who apprehended the piece might be more useful, and less unworthy the public patronage, if it touched upon some very interesting subjects hitherto omitted. As I had no views but to render the performance more pleasing and serviceable, no reader, I hope, will be offended at my practice, or complain of it as injurious. Nevertheless, as I would willing avoid whatever might seem to stand in need of an apology, I desire leave to de clare, that no future enlargements or alterations shall be suffered to depriciate what, with the deepest gratitude for their past encouragement, I now commit to the condor of the public.

It is owing to the delicate design, the elegant pencil, and the still more amiable condescension of the very ingenious Dr. WALL, an eminent physician at Worcester, that I am enabled to present my readers with the two beautiful and instructive frontispieces.And that these volumes are thus elegantly adorned, without making any other advance in the price than what unavoidably arises from the addi, tional number of sheets, is owing to the generosity of my honored friend, Sir THOMAS DRURY, Bart. who, at his own expense, furnished these copperplates, engraved by one of the finest hands in the kingdom. A favor which I take

a very peculiar satisfaction in acknowledging, not only as it is a signal honor to the author, and his performance; but as it is also a pleasing and authentic proof, that Christianity has its patrons in the superior stations of life; that there are persons who think it no disgrace to their distinguished rank and ample fortune, to countenance even the weakest attempt for promoting the interests of true religion.

AUTHOR'S CHARACTER.

THE Reverend Mr. JAMES HERVEY, being now dead, yet speaketh to us in his valuable writings. Writings, which for importance of subject, weight of argument, sublimity of thought, justness of sentiment, and elegance of diction, are equalled by few, and excelled by none.

His strain is truly evangelical; his method inviting, entertaining, and edifying; calculated both to profit and to please; and a spirit of meekness, candor, and modesty breathes through, and beautifies the whole.

His favorite topic is the Righteousness and Atonement of the REDEEMER. On this he expatiates with inexpressible satisfaction, and dwells with rapturous delight. By this he "touches the finest movements of the soul, and strikes all the inmost springs of action, with the most persuasive, the most commanding energy," and sweetly constrains to the obedience of love.

The first of this celebrated author's writings, which made their appearance in the world, and raised the attention of the public, was his Meditations among the Tombs, Reflections on a Flower-Garden, and Descant upon Creation, published in the beginning of the year 1746. These per

formances were so well relished by the public, that they soon underwent a number of editions. About the latter end of the year 1747, a second volume made its appearance, containing Contemplations on the Night and Starry Heavens, and A Winter-Piece. These two volumes have, it is said