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state, and therefore we know how to commiserate it in others.--From this state the Bible relieved us: when we were led to read it with attention, we found ourselves described. We learnt the causes of our inquietude—we were directed to a method of relief—we tried, and we were not disappointed.

Deus nobis hecotia fecit.

We are now certain 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 is the balm and cordal of the present life, and a sovereign antidote against the fear of death.

Sed hactenus haec. Some smaller pieces upon less important subjects close the volume. Not one of them, I believe, was written with a view to publication, but I was unwilling they should be omitted.


Charles Square, Hoacton,
February 18, 1782.

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T ABLE TALK - - - - - 1
Progress of Errour - - - - - 24
Truth - - - - - - - 47
Fxpostulation - - - - - - 67
Hope - - - - - - - 91
Charity - - - - - - - 116
Conversation - - - - - - 137
Retirement - - - - - - 166
The Yearly Distress, or Tithing Time at Stock

in Essex - - - - - - 192

Sonnet to Henry Cowper, Esq. - - - 195 Lines addressed to Dr. Jarwin - - - 196 On Mrs. Montagu's Feather-Hangings - 197 Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his Abode in the Island

of Juan Fernandez - - - - 199 On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq.

to the Chancellorship of England - 202 Ode to Peace - - - - - - 203 Human Frailty - - - - - - 204 The Modern Patriot - - 205

On observing some Names of little Note re-
corded in the Biographia Britannica - 206
Report of an adjudged case, not to be found in
any of the Books - - - - 207
On the Burning of Lord Mansfield's Library 209
On the same - - - - - - -
The Love of the World reproved - - 211
On the Death of Lady Thockmorton's Bulfinch 213
The Rose - " - - - - - - 216

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*Site forte meat gravis uret sarcina chartae,
Abjicito.’ 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 warriour'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, drench’d in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour’s field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. *Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that Heav'n bestows.

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And when recording History displays
Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days;
Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died,
Where duty plac'd them, at their country's side;
The man, that is not mov’d with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroick deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
Butlet eternal infamy pursue
The wretch, to nought but his ambition true;
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a tow’ring rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a flock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tiger feels;
Then view him self-proclaim’d in a gazette,
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet.
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac'd,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd,
The glass, that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r;
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.
A. "Tis your belief the world was made for man;
King's do but reason on the self-same plan:
Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn,
Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the pow'r of logick reigns
With much sufficiency in royal brains;

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