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is passing in the heart. We know that there are people, who seldom sntile when they are ałoné, who therefore are glad to hide themsélves in a throng from the violence of thréir own réflécrions; and who, while by their looks and their language they wish to persuade nis they are happy, would be glad to change their conditions with a dog. Bứt in defiance of all their efforts they continue to thrink, forebode, and tremble. This Heróit for it has been our own state, and therefore we know how to coinmiserate it in others. From this state the Bible relieved us. When we were lead for read it with attention, we found ourselves described - We learnt the causes of our inepuietude * we were directed to a method of relief-we tried, and we Werë not disappointed. 9
Deus nobis Aéc tria feeit. ~9.!!!!" We are now certator that the gospel of Christ is the power of God unto salvation, to every one that believeth. It has reconciled us to God, and to ourselves to our duty, and our situation. It page the balm and cordial of the present life, arid a göréreign antidote against the fear of death.
Sect hactenus hitd. Some smaller pieces upon Tess important subjects close the volume. Not one of them, I believe, was written with a view fo perblication, but I was unwilling they should be omitted.
JOHN Nzwrar. Charles Square, Hoxton,
February 18, 1782.
TABLE TALK Progress of Error
172 The Yearly Listress, or Tithing Time at Stock in Essex.
200 Sonnet to Henry Corvper, Esq.
203 Lires addressed to Dr. Darwin.
204 On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings. 205 Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Sel
kirk, during his Abode in the island of Juan Fernandez
207 On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq. to the Chancellorship of England.
210 Ode to Peace.
211 Human Frailty.
212 The Modern Patriot :
213 On observing some Nimes of little Note recorded the Biographia Britannica
215 Report of an adjudged Case, not to be found in
216 On the burning of Lord Mansfield's Library.. 218 On the same
219 The Love of the World reproved.
220 On the Death of Lady Throckmorton's Bulfinch, 222 The Rose
224 The Doves.
225 A Fable.
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? Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charta,
-Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13.
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt, The deeds, that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war. And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side.
Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, VOL. I.
Plants it upon the line that justice draws,
But let eternal infamy pursue
power ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.