lence, and forgiveness of trefpaffes one to another; grant O Almighty God, whofe word holy St. John gave and taught, that we continually may have that glorious word in our minds, and be enabled by its divine influence to follow the light that will guide us to that heavenly lodge, where thou, great, glorious, and Almighty God, fittest enthroned in power, might, and majefty,, for ever and ever! Amen.

Prayer on St. John the Baptift's Day.

Holy and glorious Lord God, thou great architect of heaven and earth, who art always more ready to hear than we to pray; and haft promised when two or three are met together, in thy name, that thou wilt be in the midst of them; in thy great and glorious name, we affemble and meet together this day, to celebrate the anniverfary of holy St. John the Baptift, who was the harbinger and proclaimer of the Prince of Peace, our bleffed Saviour Jefus Chrift! who vouchsafed to take upon him the form of man, and fuffered an ignominious death upon the cross, for our redemption. Grant, O Lord God! that we may conftantly have him in remembrance, and be ready, like him, to bear imprisonment, and death itself, rather than act unworthily of our profeffion. Then we may be affured that our having entered into this lodge, will be the happy prelude of our being admitted into thy heavenly lodge. hereafter,

hereafter, through the merits of Jefus Chrift, our Lord. Amen.

King Solomon's Prayer, on the Dedication of the

Temple.

HE caufed a brazen scaffold to be made, of five cubits long, five cubits broad, and three cubits high, in the midst of the court. And upon it he kneeled down, with both his knees bare, and he spread forth his hands towards heaven, and faid

O holy and glorious Lord God of Ifrael! There is no God like unto thee in heaven above, or on the earth beneath. Thou keepeft covenant and mercy with them that walk before thee with all their heart and all their foul. There is no other God but thou! who haft mercy and compaffion on them that truly repent, and are of a contrite heart. To thy great and glorious name, I dedicate this temple! But will God in very deed. deign to dwell upon the earth? Behold the heaven, and the heaven of heavens, cannot contain thee, how much less this houfe which I have built! O Lord God moft glorious, O Lord moft holy! when thy fervants pray unto thee, and look towards this houfe, thou O Lord! who art in heaven, hear, pardon, and forgive them! Amen.

On feeing Mifs

POEMS.

Calder's Queen.

, reading by the Side of the River.

"TWAS on proud Calder's verdant fide,

As Linctus mufing stood;

The God, that claims the liquid tide,
Arcfe from out the flood.

With pleafing fmiles his face was dreft,
His looks benignant fhone;

The willows that his temples preft,

Were wove into a crown.

When fpoke the God---obferve young

The nymph that comes this way; With what an air fhe treads the plain,

What graces round her play!

And look, no fan, that female toy,
Plays wanton in her hand!
In books alone, fhe finds her joy,

'Tis fouls fhe would command!

How much unlike the female throngs,
Whofe noife my banks refound,
Eternal babbling from their tongues,
My peaceful reft confound.

Such knowledge, innocence, and wit,

In one I've never feen!

Then I ordain you publish it,

fwain

That

's Calder's Queen.

On the Death of

-, a Friend to Mankind.

WHAT means these penfive looks, thofe flowing tears?

That air defponding that Lorenzo wears?

O fay what dire mifchance afflicts your heart?
Tell me at once, and let me bear a part!
If foothing truth can eafe your wounded breast,
If aught you want, by me or mine poffeft,

Be fure 'tis yours; my wealth, my heart, my hand,
All these, you know, Lorenzo may command!
Your friendly care I know, and well I fee,

That whom I mourn, will foon be mourn'd by thee!
No private lofs now cause these tears to flow,
When good men die the world muft feel the woe!
Our patron dead! alas! his matchless worth
Did honour to the fons of men on earth!
His heart humane, ftill cur'd the orphan's fmart!
And rais'd to joy the widow's drooping heart!
Great, good, and juft, but fighs and tears are vain,
* "I fhall not look upon his like again."

Then next a convent here was plac'd-——
A manfion-

A manfion-houfe was after built,
With statues grac'd, and neatly gilt;

But well he ween'd it most should thrive,
In seventeen hundred fifty five.

When Gargrave, Greaves, and Anningson,
Should here erect the mufe's throne.

On an Alcove in Greaves's Vaux-Hall.

OME here, ye fair, who mufic love;

COME

Repose beneath this cool alcove,

With woodbine fhaded o'er ;

Whilft thrilling founds your ears affail,
Sweets wafted by the spicey gale,

Comes from each fragrant flow'r.

Here gaze ye youths, and loudly own,
This sweet retreat is beauty's throne !

On Christmas-Day.

My rapt'rous foul, adore the Lord!
This is the day he chofe,

To fend his fon, to preach his word,
And die for mortals woes.

O bleffed God! thy love divine,

Shall ever fill this heart of mine!

Whilft thou fhalt grant me pow'r to fing,
My theme O God! shall be

To thee addreft, my heav'nly King!

Thou cure of mifery!

To thee each morn and night I'll pray,
Mankind may all thy laws obey?