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The Vanity of Wealth.
N O more thus brooding o'er yon heap, i
With fcience tread the wondrous way,
Thus taste the feast by nature spread,
· DR JOHNSON.
An Address to the Deity.
N OD of my life! and author of my days!
U Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ;
I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul,
But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke;
Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give;
If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads By living waters, and thro' flow'ry meads, When all is smiling, tranquil, and serene, And vernal beauty paints the flattering scene, Oh! teach me to elude each latent fnare, And whisper to my sliding heart-beware! With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, And doubtful, with a trembling heart, rejoice. "
If friendless, in a vale of tears I ftray, Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way, Still let my steady foul thy goodness fee, .. And with strong confidence lay hold on thee ; With equal eye my various lot receive, Resign'd to die, or refolute to live ; Prepar’d to kiss the sceptre or the rod, While God is feen in all, and all in God.
I read his awful name, emblazon'd high With golden letters on the illumin'd sky; Nor less the mystic characters I fee Wrought in each flower, inscrib'd in every tree; In every leaf that trembles to the breeze I hear the voice of God among the trees; With thee in shady solitudes I walk, With thee in busy crowded cities talk, In every creature own thy forming power, In each event thy providence adore. Thy hopes shall animate my drooping foul, Thy precepts guide me, and thy fears controul : Thus shall I rest, unmov'd by all alarms, Secure within the temple of thine arms;
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,
Then when the last, the closing hour draws nigh,
To the Memory of Major Alderton, who was twice run
thro' the body, and once foot : who, for bravery, charity, and generosity, few; equalld, and none excell'd.
.. BY CAPTAIN THOMPSON.
CO Death, the old Stager,
D Hath trip'd up the Major:
Before it would do ;,
Ilodge and the Razor-seller.
A Fellow in a market town,
And offer'd twelve for eighteen-pence;
As ev'ry, man would buy, with, cash and sense.
A country bumpkin the great offer heard :
That seem'd a shoe-brush stuck beneath his nose:
- This rascal stole the razors, I suppose." “ No matter if the fellow be a knave,
: “ Provided that the razors bave ; ; ." It certainly will be a monstrous prize.” So home the clown, with his good fortune went, Smiling in heart and foul content,
And quickly soap'd himself to ears and eyes. Being well lather'd from a dish or tub, ... Hodge now began with grinning pain to grub,
Just like a hedger cutting furze: 'Twas a vile razor!-then the rest' he try'd . All were impostors" Ah,” Hodge figh'd!
“ I wish my eighteen-pence within my purse."
In vain to chase his beard, and bring the graces,
He cut, and dug, and winc'd, and stamp'd, and swore ; * Brought blood, and danc'd, blasphem'd, and made wry