had prompted them to "do this thing." I with not to draw the inference from it to the state of our own times; the task is too painful for an obfcure individual to hazard. Leaving the application, therefore, to your own reflections, the occafions for which cannot escape obfervation, I proceed to the next confideration refulting from the fubject. warning to us ;-it fhould inftruct us to have no covenant, to enter into no agreement with any, who have not a fair title to it. The Apostle's remark, that "all these things are written for our admonition, on whom the ends of the world are come," fhould seriously imprefs our minds. If the merits of the contract had been ftrictly fcrutinized,-if its tendency and This hiftory alfo further teaches us, that nature had been particularly referred to we must not rely too much on the protei- God, which they wanted not means of tations of others; the greateft fervency effecting in thofe days, no league would and the most seeming fimplicity are not at have been cemented on these terms; this all times to be fully depended on. The was not done, and the idolatry of the GiGibeonites took every precaution, which beonites, which they were fuffered to repolicy could dictate, and exprefled them-tain, effectually poifoned the minds of felves in the most fupplicating language, the the Ifraelites. better to fecure fuccefs; perhaps we have to fear that too many in our days are It is incumbent on men, as a general equally fortunate in gaining men's affec-duty, to act cautiously and circumspectly tions, however ftrange or unreafonable all fuch cafes. But Joshua failed in their notions. The men of Gibeon en- this, as many others have done, and perdeavoured to gain from the Ifraelities an haps many ftill fplit upon this hidden approbation of their perfons by fuch an rock,-hidden, because the proper meaappearance of humility and fubmiffion; fures for exploring it are neglected. Many this was the prelude which they had repreare deceived by appearances, and by emfented, and they afterwards ventured to bracing the fhadow frequently lofe the fubftance. fet forth their petition. Whether such examples ftill continue, let your own experience determine; whether many do not ftill take the fame or the like methods of fixing men's hearts, I leave to your own judgment to fettle. The Ifraelites made a covenant with the Gibeonites; but the confequences were far from agreeable, ending in the deftruction and ruin of many. When men are difpofed to fleep, as few perfons, even the moft vigilant and circumfpect, are at all times equally on their guard," the enemy will" watch his opportunity to "fow tares;" of this melancholy truth, the hiftory of all ages is a continued proof. But when they are once fown," the watchman can only warn the wicked of We should learn from this neglect of danger of his conduct; though, by fuch his way," and fhew him the folly and Joshua and the princes of Ifrael, not to be featonable warning, he cannot compel deceived in like manner. Their eafy be-him to leave it, his reward is fure and cerlief was productive of the most fatal confince he will deliver his own tain, fequences; let us then be particularly foul" careful not to "fall from own ftedfaftness. The appearance of "old shoes and clouted, and old garments," fhould not alone fatisfy our enquiries; the bare word and affir mation of any one in a matter of so much For the COUNTY MAGAZINE. I. BLEST with thee, how sweet is life! How fmooth the roughest way! Still are the raging storms of strife By thy all-powerful fway. II. Lightly affliction's road we tread, importance, fhould never exclude the ex- ON TRUE FRIENDSHIP. ercife of our own reason;-such a confidence is too great to be placed implicitly in any one. We have not indeed the fame privilege of afking God perfonally on fuch occafions; we cannot refer the pretenfions of any in our times to this criterion; on this bafis we cannot examine the declarations they may make ;-but we have the hiftory of preceding times, and the experience of ages paft, to direct us, and particularly the example of Jofhua's neglect to engage us to fearch into it. The Ifraelites might, and they ought to have examined the credentials of the embafly brought by the Gibeonites; but they neglected this part of their duty,-they examined the meffengers very fuperficially,-and they confequently made a covenant with thofe to whom God had vowed utter deftruction. The example thould be a Nor feel the pangs of woe; Thro' dangers fafe by thee we're led, And bleft where'er we go. III. By thee when bleft, I nothing fear, From whence I came-a clod. J. MONTGOMERY. THE TRIUMPH of VĒNUS. THO A SON G. HO' Bacchus may boaft of his care-killing bowl, And fully in thought-drowning revels delight; Such worship, alas! hath no charms for the foul; When fofter devotions the fenfes invite. To the arrow of Fate, or the canker of Care, His potion oblivious a balm may bestow; But to Fancy, that feeds on the charms of the fair, What foul that's poffefs'd of a dream fo divine, And well can I fpeak of its joys and its ftrife; The bottle affords us a glimple thro' the gloom, But Love's the true funfhine that gladdens our life. Come then, rofy Venus, and spread o'er my fight And drop from thy myrtle one leaf in my bowl. Then deep will I drink of the nectar divine, Nor e'er, jolly God, from thy banquet remove But each tube of my heart ever thirst for the wine, That's mellow'd by friendship, and sweeten'd by love. Then deep will I drink of the nectar divine, Nor e'er, jolly God, from thy banquet remove; But each tube of my heart ever thirst for the wine, That's mellow'd by friendship, and sweeten'd by love. ON CONTENTMENT. By HARRIET FALCONER, aged 14. ONTENTMENT, fource of every earthly joy, Without thee, what are riches, what is pow`r? E'en luxury and grandeur foon will cloy, And yield no blifs beyond the prefent hour. 'Tis not in courts that thou delight'ft to dwell; Contentment fcorns the gilded roofs of state; But in the honeft peafant's lowly cell She lives retir'd, nor fears the ftorms of Fate. Parent of blooming health, and fpotlefs peace, Thou tweet companion of the guiltless breast, When thou art abfent, all thofe pleasures cease, Which when thou'rt prefent make us truly bleft. On the VIOLET. H lovely flower, whose purple breast A Plundering Tyrant, as we have been told, Once through a great stone at the King; Then funk a large fhare of his ill-gotten gold, To keep his neck out of the ftring. His aiders, abettors, and dear-purchas'd friends But should they fucceed, and no fentence be paft, To cheat poor Jack Ketch, like L-d C-e. Southampton, March 20, 1787. And after that a thousand" fet, Then you will fee my name compleat, My firname too you'll eafy find, fpleen, the gout, and the envy of a malicious world. And, after having taken a stroll beneath mouldering arches, I fummon the fifterhood together, and take the fairest among them, and fit down with her on a ftone, beneath a bunch of alders-And do what? you'll fay-Why I examine her gentle heart, and fee how it is attuned; I then guess at her wishes, and play with the crofs that hangs at her bofom-in fhort -I make love to her. Fie, for fhame! Triftram-that is not as it ought to be.-Now I declare, on the contrary, that it is exactly what it ought to be; for though philofophers may fay, among LETTERS of the late Mr. STERNE. the many other foolish things philofophers LETTER To W. C. Efq. I. Coxwould, July 1, 1764. AM fafe arrived at my bower-and I I that have no truft that you have no longer any doubt about coming to embower it with me. Having for fix months together been runing at the ring of pleasure, you will find that repofe here which, all young as you are, you ought to want. We will be witty, or claffical, or fentimental, as it fhall pleafe you beft. My milk-maids fhall weave you garlands; and every day, after coffee, I will take you to pay a visit to my nuns. Do not, however, indulge your fancy beyond measure, but rather let me indulge mine; or, at least, let me give you the hiftory of it, and how the fair filterhood dwell in one of its vifionary corners.Now, what is all this about? you'll fay.Have a few moments patience, and I will tell you. You must know, then, that on paffing out of my back-door, I very foon gain a path, which, after conducting me through feveral verdant meadows and fhady thickets, brings me in about twenty minutes to the ruins of a monaftery, where in times long paft, a certain number of cloiftered females devoted their lives-I scarce know what I was going to write-to religious folitude. This faunter of mine, when I take it, I call PAYING A VISIT NUNS. ΤΟ MY It is an awful fpot-a rivulet flows by it, and a lofty bank, covered with wood, that gives a gloom to the whole, and forbids the thoughts, if they were ever fo difpofed, from wandering away from the place. Solitary Sanctity never found a nook more appropriated to her nature!It is a place for an antiquary to fojourn in for a month-and examine with all the spirit of rufty research. But I am no antiquary, as you well know-and therefore I come here upon a different and a better errandthat is-to examine myself. So I lean, lackadafically, over a gate and look at the paffing stream-and forgive the have faid, that a man who is in love is not in his right fenfes;-I do affert, in oppofition to all their faws and fee-faws, that he is never in his right fenfes, or I would rather fay, his right fentiments, but when he is pursuing fome Dulcenea or other. If that fhould be the cafe with you at this moment, I will forgive your ftaying from me; but if this letter fhould find you at the inftant when your last flame is blown out, and before a new one is lighted up, and you fhould not take poft and come to me and my nuns, I will abufe you in their name and my own, to the end of the chapter-though I believe, after all, at the end of the chapter, I fhould feel myself affectionately yours, L. STERNE. LETTER II, Coxwould, July 17, 1764. AND fo you have been at the feats of the learned.-If I could have guessed at fuch an intention, I would have contrived that fomething in an epiftolary fhape fhould have met you there, with half a dozen lines recommending you to the care of the Mafter of Jefus.-He was my tutor when I was at college, and a very He used to let me good kind of man. have my way, when I was under his direction, and that fhewed his fenfe, for I road, and to get afide from the highway path, and he had fenfe enough to fee it, and not to trouble me with trammels. I was neither made to be a thill-horse nor a fore horfe; in fhort, I was not made to go in a team, but to amble along as I liked; and fo that I do not kick, or splash, or run over any one, wao, in the name of common-fenfe, has a right to interrupt me?-Let the good folks laugh if they will, and much good may it do them. Indeed I am perfuaded, and I think I could prove, nay, and I would do it, if I was born to travel out of the common were writing a book inftead of a letter, the truth of what I once told a very great ftatefman, orator, politician, and as much more as you pleafe-" that every time a man finiles-much more fo, when he laughs-it adds fomething to the fragment of life." But the staying five days at Cambridge does not come within the immediate reach of my crazy comprehenfion, and you might have employed your time much, much better, in urging your mettlefome tits towards Coxwould. Leave, leave your Lincolnshire feats, and come to my dale; Scroop, I know, is heartily tired of you. Befides, I want a nurfe, for I am not quite well, and have taken to milk-coffee. Rembember me, however, to him kindly, and to yourself cordially, for SIR, I am yours most truly, you think the inclosed worthy of an infertion in your entertaining Mifcellany, you are welcome to it. I am, Sir, your humble fervant, I may fuppofe that you have been pick-To the Editor of the COUNTY MAGAZINE. ing a hole in the fkirts of Gibbs's cumbrous architecture, or meafuring the facade of Trinity College Library, or peeping about the Gothic perfections of King's College Chapel, or, which was doing a better. thing, fipping tea and talking fentimentally with the Mils Cookes, or difturbing Mr. Gray with one of your enthufiaftic vifits -I fay difturbing him; for with all your own agreeablenels, and all your admiration of him, he would rather have your room than your company. But mark me, I do not fay this to his glory, but to his fhame. For I would be content with any room, fo I had your company. But tell me, I befeech you, what you did with Scroop all this time. The looking at the heavy walls of muzzing Colleges, and gazing at the mouldy pictures of their founders, is not altogether in his way; nor did he wander where I have whilom wandered, on Cam's all-verdant banks with willows crowned, and call the mufe. Alas, he'd rather call a waiter-and how fuch a milkfop as you could travel-I mean be fuffered to travel two leagues in the fame chaife with him, I know not-but from that admirable and kind pliability of fpirit which you poffefs whenever you pleafe, but which you do not always pleafe to poffefs. I do not mean that a man fhould wear a court drefs when he is going to a puppet-fhew; but, on the other hand, to keep the best fuit of embroidery for those only whom he loves, though there is fomething noble in it, will never do. The world, my dear friend, will not let it do. For while there are fuch qualities in the human mind as ingratitude and duplicity, unlimited confidence and this patriotifin of friendship, which I have heard you rave and rant about, is a very dangerous bufinefs. I could preach a fermon on the fubject to fay the truth, I am got as grave as if I were in my pulpit. Thus are the projects of this life deftroyed. When I took up my pen, my humour was gay, frifky, and fanciful-and now am I fliding into all the fee-faw gravity of folemn councils. want nothing but an afs to look over my pales and fet up a braying to keep me in countenance. WHI J. E. a LADY. THE JOURNEY OF LIFE. Therefore will I companions take, Nor will I Caution quite difcard; The Sages I fometimes will fee, Or with Sweet Melancholy talk. While mufic wakes around, veil'd in a shower Forth fly the tepid airs: and unconfin'd, Drives from their ftalls, to where the well-us'd plough Lies in the furrow, loofen'd from the froft. There, unrefufing to the harness'd yoke, With meafur'd ftep; and liberal throws the grain In luxury and ease, in pomp and pride, Think thefe loft themes unworthy of your ear: Of elegance and tafte, by Greece refin’d. The plough, and greatly independant fcorn'd Ye generous Britons, venerate the plough! t Nor only thro' the lenient air this change, From the bent bush, as thro' the verdant maze If, bruth'd from Ruffian wilds, a cutting gale The full-blown Spring thro' all her foliage fhrinks, Or fcatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust Be patient, fwains; thefe cruel-feeming winds That o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne, In endless train, would quench the fummer-blaze, And fruits, and flowers, on Nature's ample lap? Swift fancy fir'd anticipates their growth; Thus all day long the full-diftended clouds The various twine of light, by thee disclos'd Then spring the living herbs, profufely wild, But who their virtues can declare! Who pierce, Wisdom and friendly talk, successive stole Have burst their bounds; and reason half extinct, grows The partial thought, a liftlefs unconcern, Wide dafh'd the wayes, in undulation vast; The feafons fince, have, with feverer sway, And yet the wholesome herb neglected dies; But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, ANECDOTES AND EXTRACTS FROM THE LIFE of the late DR. JOHNSON, just published by SIR JOHN HAWKINS, KNT. Thas, at length, made its appearance. HIS long-expected performance -The life takes up one large volume of 602 pages, befides an index; the Works are printed in ten other volumes.-The Life to be fold feparately for the benefit of those Gentlemen who are already poffeffed of the Doctor's Works. Of the Life, from a firft perufal-we are bold to fay, that, as it exceeds the expectation of fome readers, it will fall fhort of that of others-Sir John's character, as a writer, is well known, and, by this work, will neither gain nor lofe-True it is, Sir John is no elegant writer, nor does he poffefs the "foul of wit," brevityThis Life, like Davies' Life of Garrick, is a collection of anecdotes and memoirs of every perfon Dr. Johnfon was acquainted with, and contains many digreffions relating to perfons and things, which would be as a propos in any other life as in that of Dr Johnfon-but this is Sir John's way of writing. Thefe digreffions are the worst parts of the book-and there are many fuperfluous extracts from books that either are in every body's hands, or that nobody cares whether they are or not. With these exceptions, which the reader may overleap if he pleafes, Sir John's book is not an unpleasant one. He is not like Bofwell, the panegyrift of Dr. Johnfon, nor does he, like Mrs. Piozzi, draw a frightful figure, and call it an AdonisSir John mixes, with a high opinion of Dr. Johnson, a regard for truth and juftice; and we confefs, that a better idea of the Doctor may be gathered from this book than any former publication. Sir John may be denied the merit of an elegant writer, or a pleafing one, but he writes like an honeft man, and although Johnfon is his amicus, yet magis amicus veritatis! Sir John's opinion of books, of which he is not fparing, will feldom meet with approbation--Where he condemns the profligacy of a Chefterfield, he will be allowed to fpeak the fentiments of every good man --and where he attributes much mischief to the fentimental writings of Sterne, we liften with congenial conviction-but the furious attack on Fielding and Richardfon, is not justifiable to good taste, and icarcely defenfible on proper principles. As we propofe to give our readers a few anecdotes here and there, for their entertainment-when our room will permit, we fhall for the prefent confine ourselves to the following, and they are not an unfavour |