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OF fhepherd’s watch2dog, from the far-off hill, 
Die on the gufty blaft, if he reflee 
That ftill in fcenes remote, a goodly home 
Awaits his wearied feet. Yes, fo can I 
J.ook on life’s waite with the compofed'{mile 
Of refignation (tho’ amid that wafte, 
For me no flow’ret bloffom) hoping yet . 
‘To enter the abode where tears are wiped 
From eyery eye, where the dear buried friend 
Shall recognize her long-bewilder’d child! 
Yet let me, as I travel on, if chance | 
A pilgrim, like myfelf, crofs the drear fcene 
I needs mu tread, mingle with his my tears 
For this bad world—begnile the little hour — 
With what my fpirit from its feanty ftore 
May fpare, in kindlieft fort, to entertain 
One haply not unfuffering ;—then purfue 
My fimple*path, nor let the woes or joys 
Of weak, felf-fatisfied Humanity, 
Break the long fabbath of my centred foul. 
Enough, if I the vacant moment foothe 
‘With focial intercourfe! *Tis not in man 
To fill the aching breaft! My God, thou 
know’ ft 
How the heart pines, that refts on human love. 
Seammpemnene ss TIEN Soca 
ON THE ANNIVERSARY _OF A STRAY 
TERRIER COMING TO A HOUSE 1N A 
COUNTRY VILLAGE. 
POX, to. whofe lot has fall’,a a favourite 
name 
A name, to focial worth and freedom dear} 
Shall not THIs day’s return fome memory claim, 
Which thee, with all thy woes and cares, 
left here ? 
Much hadft thou fuffer’d in thy youthful prime, 
And man had been thy foe, worfe tham to others, 
time. 
“Thy cares, thy fears, are gone:—and never 
more / 
May they return upon thy gentie head ! 
Nor food nor fhelter, thy faint eye implore, 
Doubtful, nor chill thy trembling limbs 
befpread 
In agony and dread, from hopelefs flight, 
As when thy quivering life here caught the 
- pitying fight 
Of her, who yet protects thee !— Taxes come, 
Unkind to thee, and thy deferving race ! 
Of dogs or men PitT little heeds the doom, 
But thee, nor tax, nor aught more dire 
difplace., 
F’en fhouldinvafion come, fafe be thou fill! 
And none doill to thee, who doft to nothing ill! 
March 10) 1797. PHILOCYON. 
i Ea 
"TRANSLATION OF VERSES AT THE END OF 
Dr. Darwin’s Zoonomia. 
THE TRIUMPHAL CAR OF MEDICINE, 
“JE comes !—his brandifh’d arms fee from far, 
~ And hear the thunder of Hyzeia’s car : 
Pheebus with laurel binds his brow—-and Fame 
Sounds from her filver trump his deathlefs 
name ! 
Hurrying behind, rides Age, with feeble cry, 
Eager to tell the fage, that Le muft die / : 
: R. L. E. 
Montury Mac. No, XVI. 
Original Poetry. 
38% 
TO DEATH. 
4 
IMITATED FROM VERSES OF THE DUG 
DE NIVERNOIS. 
TDEATH ! I do not fear thee— 
eath ! I dare come near thee— 
The prefent good | always feize ; 
The prefent ill I bear with eafe, 
T ne’er look back on pafling forrow—— 
Tnever tremble for to-morrow. 
T ne’er from haymlefs pleafure fly, 
Nor fill the cup of joy too high. 
Waat Nature gives, I ne’er abufe-—= 
What Nature wants, J ne’er rt-fufe. 
Thus I fecure my tranquil ftate, 
6‘ Shun the extremes, and leave the reft to 
fate.” 
R. L, E, 
a 
ON. PRAYER. 
IMITATION FROM THE FRENCH OF MANCINI 
NIVERNOIS. 
HROUGH driving fleet, and drifted fnow, 
A pious fire refolv’d to go 
-To pay his vows to Jove ; 
And well I ween much caufe he had 
Of hope and fear, of good and bad, 
From the decrees above. 
Flis fons were preft, and fent to fight 
A damn’d attorney, wrong or right, 
Had hamper’d him in law ; 
By eager hope of gain allur’d, 
His fhips at fea were not infar’d 5 
His wife was in the ftraw. 
His weary fteps the fummit gaia, - 
Where high in air up rofe the fane, 
Rock’d by the wintry blatt ; 
Joft as he reach’d the portals wide, 
A quondam friend his entrance {py'd, 
And afk’d him, why fo fai? 
What ! fays the philofophic fage, 
Does folly always grow with age ? 
What brings you here fuch weather ? 
The youngeft blood this breeze would chill; 
You cough, and look exceeding ill— 
Your lungs are not of leather ! 
Think’ft thou the gods have pow’r to grant 
What foolifh mortals with and want, 
Tn every felifh vow? 
As well to Jove a worm might cry, 
Whilf the {wift fhare is paffing by, 
And bid him ftop the plough ! 
The future, prefent, and the paft, 
Were form’d at one Almighty caft, 
On one unchanging plan: 
Will rapid orbs, that whirling pafsmee 
Will the momentum of the mafs— 
Stop for the infeét man ? 
Think’ft thou —Indeed, my friend, not Te< 
I know that mighty Jove on hich, 
Superior and alone, 
Exempt from human hope and fear, 
Sees fpacelefs Time’s eternal: year 
Revolve around his throne, 
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