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“ 'Tis self-defence in each profession :
“ Sure self-defence is no transgression.
“ The little portion in my hands,
“ By good security on lands,
“ Is well increased. If unawares,
“ My justice to myself and heirs
“ Hath let my debtor rot in jail,
“ For want of good sufficient bail ;
“ If I by writ, or bond, or deed,
“ Reduced a family to need,
“ My will hath made the world amends-
“ My hope on charity depends.
“ When I am numbered with the dead,
“ And all my pious gifts are read,
6. By heaven and earth 'twill then be known,
“My charities were amply shewn.

An Angel came. “ Āh friend !” he cried,
“ No more in flattering hope confide.
“ Can thy good deeds in former times
“ Outweigh the balance of thy crimes !
What widow or what orphan prays
“ To crown thy life with length of days?
A pious action's in thy power ;
“ Embrace with joy the happy hour.
“ Now while you draw the vital air,
“ Prove your intention is sincere.
“ This instant give a hundred pound;
“ Your neighbours want, and you abound.”

“ But why such haste ?” the sick man whines; " Who knows as yet what Heaven designs ? “ Perhaps I may recover still. “ That sum and more are in my will.

“ Fool!” says the Vision, “now 'tis plain, “ Your life, your soul, your heaven was gain. “ From every side, with all your might, You scraped, and scraped beyond your right; “ And after death would fain atone, “ By giving what is not your own.

" While there is life there's hope,” he cried : “ Then why such haste ?” so groaned and died !


When marshalled on the nightly plain

The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,

From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the Star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud—the night was dark, The ocean yawned—and rudely blowed

The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,-

It was the Star of Bethlehem.
It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of

peace. Now safely moored-my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore,

The Star!—The Star of Bethlehem !


Declare, ye sages, if ye find
'Mongst animals of every kind,
Of each condition, sort, and size,
From whales and elephants to flies,
A creature that mistakes his plan,
And errs so constantly as man?

Each kind pursues his proper good,
And seeks for pleasure, rest, and food,
As Nature points, and never errs
In what it chooses and prefers ;
Man only blunders, though possest
Of talents far above the rest.

The happiness of human kind Consists in rectitude of mind, A will subdued to reason's sway, And passions practised to obey ; An open and a generous heart, Refined from selfishness and art; Patience which mocks at Fortune's power, And Wisdom never sad nor sour: In these consists our proper bliss, Else Plato reasons much amiss. But foolish mortals still pursue False happiness in place of true : Ambition serves us for a guide, Or lust, or avarice, or pride ; While Reason no assent can gain, And Revelation warns in vain. Hence, through our lives, in every stage From infancy itself to age, A happiness we toil to find, Which still avoids us like the wind; Ev’n when we think the prize our own, At once 'tis vanished, lost and gone. You'll ask me why I thus rehearse All Epictetus in my verse, And if I fondly hope to please With dry reflections such as these, So trite, so hackneyed, and so stale ?I'll take the hint and tell a tale.

One evening, as a simple swain
His flock attended on the plain,
The shining bow he chanced to

spy, Which warns us when a shower is nigh;

With brightest rays it seemed to glow;
Its distance eighty yards or so.
This bumpkin

had, it seems, been told
The story of the cup of gold,
Which fame reports is to be found
Just where the Rainbow meets the ground :
He, therefore, felt a sudden itch !
To seize the goblet and be rich;
Hoping (yet hopes are often vain)
No more to toil through wind and rain,
But sit indulgent by the fire,
‘Midst ease and plenty like a squire.
He inarked the very spot of land
On which the rainbow seemed to stand ;
And, stepping forward at his leisure,
Expected to have found the treasure.
But, as he moved, the coloured ray
Still changed its place, and slipt away,
As seeming his approach to shun;
From walking he began to run :
But all in vain; it still withdrew
As nimbly as he could pursue.
At last, through many a bog and lake,
Rough craggy rock, and thorny brake,
It led the easy fool, till night
Approached, then vanished in his sight,
And left him to compute his gains,
With nought but labour for his pains.


The spearman heard the bugle sound,

And cheerily smiled the morn,
And many a brach, and many a hound,

Attend Llewellyn's horn:
And still he blew a louder blast,

gave a louder cheer;
“Come, Gelert! why art thou the last

Llewellyn's horn to hear?

Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ?

The flower of all his race !
So true, so brave, a lamb at home

A lion in the chase !"

That day Llewellyn little loved

The chase of hart or hare ;
And scant and small the booty proved,

For Gelert was not there.

Unpleased, Llewellyn homeward hied,

When, near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied,

Bounding his lord to greet.

But when he gained the castle door,

Aghast the chieftain stood ; The hound was smeared with gouts of gore,

His lips and fangs ran blood !

Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise,

Unused such looks to meet :
His favourite checked his joyful guise,

And crouched and licked his feet.

Onward in haste Llewellyn passed,

(And on went Gelert too,) And still, where'er his eyes were cast,

Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view!

O’erturned his infant's bed, he found

The blood-stained cover rent,
And all around the walls and ground

With recent blood besprent.

He called his child—no voice replied ;

He searched-with terror wild ;
Blood ! blood ! he found on every side,

But nowhere found the child !

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