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To feel th’ unfparing knife ; 
No barbarous fchemes this hand fhall try, 
Nor, to prolong thy death, would I. 
Prolong thy little life. 
Ah! let not him, whofe wanton fkill 
Delizhts the mangled frog to kill, 
The wreath of praife attain ! 
Philofophy abhors the heart 
That proftitutes her facred arty 
To give one being pain. 
Sa 
TO RELIGION. 
BY CHARLES WATKINS, ES 
FRIEND of the drooping heart! ftill whif- 
pering peace, 
To ftaunch the tear which Anguifh bids to roll ; 
The balm of Comfort, and of Hope encreafe, 
And truftlefs Fear, and dull-ey’d doubt con- 
troul, 
And 5, to-ecftafy the grateful { foul, 
Bad teach mankind the paths or blifs to know, 
And how, with tranquil awe, their God 
foi 
s 
_adore, _ 
Reveal the fource, whence only Grace could 
flow, 
And future fpheres---when woe fhall be no 
more ; 
Thou canft Ales thofe facred oie beftow, 
Which calm the forrowing foul through eech 
fad {cene below ! 
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EVENING, as, mufing on my lonely way, 
I wander on, mine eye delights to view 
Thy mellow’d tints, of many a fober hue, 
Steal flowly o’er the radiance of the day ; 
The ftill hour feothes my foul, and wears away 
Sad Mem’ry’s painful thought, as many a 
dream : 
Fond Fancy pictures s, in her yifion*d theme 
Of coming joy: but foon with fterner fway 
Frowns the dark Heav’n; thy fadly-pleafing 
bight, 
Friendly to Meditation, fhall decay . 
Amid the fhadows of defcen ding night; 
Ah, lovely dreams ! fo, tho” my toul de 
On you to dwell, Truth’s form fevere purfues, 
To blend your airy forms with Sorrow’s fable 
hues. BE. 
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REFLECTIONS ON ENTER 
ACPEY E- LIFE: 
A Poem, which affeéts not to be POETRY. 
OW was our pretty cot : our talleft rofe 
Peep’d at the chamber-window. Wecould 
hear 
(At filent noon, and eve, and early morn) _ 
The fea’s faint murmur: inthe Boer air 
Our myrtles bloffem’d, and acrofs the porch 
Thick jafmines cums : the Jittle nates 
round 
Was green and weody, and refreth’d the ey 
- kt was a {pot, which’ you might aptly call” 
The VaLiey of SEctusron. Once I faw 
* (Hallowing his fabbath-day by quieineis) 
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Original Postry. 
A wealthy fon of Commerce faunter by, z 
Bristowa’s citizen : he! paus’d, co 
With a pleas’d fadnefs, and gazed allaround 5) 
Then &%’d our cottage, aud gaz’d round againg 
And faid, it was a bleffed Lule place ! 
And we were biefled! Oft with patient ear 
Long-lift ning to the viewlefs fky-lark’s note “y 
(Viewlefs , or ae for a moment, feen - 
Gleaming on funny wiag) in whilper’d tones 
I {aid to my beloved, ‘ Such, fweet girl! 
Th’ inobtrufive nee of Eappinels eo . 
Unearthly rain trelfy ! then only heard © 
When the foul eee to hear : when all is hufh’ “dy 
And the heart liftens !’” : 
But the time, when ‘firk x 
From that low dell fteep up the fteny mount _ 
I climb’d with perilous toil, and reach’d the top, 
O what a goodly fcene ! Here the bleak mount, 
The bare bleak mountain fpeck?’d thin with 
fheep; 
Grey clouds, that fhadowing {pot the funny 
fields ; 
And CWer,. now with bufhy rocks o’erbrow’d, 
Now windieg bright and fli with naked banks - 
And feats, and lawns, the abbey, and the 4} 
wood, ; 
And cots and hamiets, and faint city-fpire : 
The channel tere, the iflands, and white fails, 
Dim coaft, and cloudlike hills, and fhorelefs 
ocean ! | 
It feem’d like Omniprefence ! God, sitonzhte ; 
Had built him there atemple ! The. whele world 
Was imag’d in its vait curcuraference. _ 
No with profan’d my overwhelmed heart : 
left hour ! it was a luxury-—~co de / 

Ak, quiet dell ! dear cot ! and mount fublime! 
I was conftrain’d to quit vou. Wasitright, > | 
While my unnumber’d brethren toil’d and bled, 
That I thould dream away the trufted hours 
On rofe-leaf beds, pamp’ring the coward heart 
With feelings all too desicate for ufe ? 
Sweet is the tear, that from fome Howanrn’s 
eye 
Drops on the cheek of one he lifts from earth : 
And he that works me good with unmov’d face, 
Does it but half: he chills me while he aids; 
My benefactor, not my brother man ! 
Yet even this, this cold beneficence, 
Seizes my praife, when I refie& on thofe, 
The fluggard Pity’s vifion-weaving tribe ! 
Who fg! 1 for wretchedneis, rai fhun the 
wretched, . 
Nurfing in aoe delicious folitude 
Their flothful loves and dainty fympathies ! - 
I therefore go---and join head, heart, and hand, 
Aédtive and firm, to fight the bleodlefs fight 
f Science, Freedom, and the Truth in Chrifte 
Yet oft when after honourable toil a 
Refts the tir’d mind, and Wares lowes to dreams © 
My {pirit fhall rev ift t thee, dear cot! 
Thy jafmin, and thy window-pee cigs is | 
Ard my rtles fearlefs of the mild fea | 
And I fhail figh fond wifhes —fweet shade am 
Ah! had none greatery and that ad/ had fuch $ 
It might be fo---but the time is not yet ; 
Speed it, O Father! Let thy kingdom come 
S. T, CoLeri 

