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tion leffen every day. It has pleafed the 
Duke of Newcattle to give very ftrong 
afurance, that if the deanery of Gloucet- 
ter fhould become vacant during his mi- 
niltry, he would ufe his be(t endeavours 
to ferve me. Upon thefe confiderations, 
afier exprefling the warmeft gratitude and 
the livelieft fenfe of the obligation, I hum- 
bly ‘beg leave to decline the favour, and 
to wait the event of the above engage- 
ment. 
Our city is at prefent tolerable free 
from the epidemical madne‘s of addref- 
fing and inftru€ting, &c, and fure I am, 
that nothing of the kind will be attempt- 
ed by the Whigs; but I cannot an{wer 
TO WAR. 
IEND of Darknefs! come not near ; 
Nor lift again th’ enfanguin’d fpear ; 
Nor pour thy legions o’er my native ifle, 
So late by Peace poffett. 
Scarce has her heaven-illumin’d fmile 
Sooth’d the diftracted breaft ; 
Or wip’d the tear from Pity’s eve ; 
Or heal’d the heartfelt wound of Mifery. 
Hence, hated form! no more in dark array, 
Untaught to fpare, thy fheathlefs {word dif- 
play. 
From regions of eternal night, 
From fcenes of anguifh and affright, 
Thou com’f tocurfe the earth with every ill. 
The torch of Difcord fpreads its glare, 
And kindles hate, and wakes Detpair, 
And lights thine iron-hand our cup of woe to 
fill. 
On thee await, 
In gloomy ftate, 
Difeafe, and Want, and Death, in varied 
forms, 
And clouds that veil the fun, that lath the 
earth with ftorms. 
What avails our ceafelefs care, 
To gild thee icenes with tranfient joys, 
Or plant with flowers our fteps around ? 
Thy withering look or lurid air 
Each feeble form we rear deftroys :— 
Each bloom of Hope finks blafed to the 
ground. 
Tyrant ! what avails fuceefs ? 
 Ceate to proifer {plendid woe : 
Not all the pomp thy fields beftow 
Can make one forrow lefts, 
When Britith brows with laurel crown’d 
Succefs to Britith arms declare, 
_ And fhouts of conqueft pour around, 
And tounds of triumph fill the air ; 
My heart thal! bleed to think of victims flain, 
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fer the Tories. Yet if fuch an attempt 
fhould be made, the government may de- 
pend upon an anf{wer, addre{s, inftruc- 
tion, 8c. if that meafure fhould be. 
thought acvifeable. 
My repeated thanks and profoundeft 
refpests attend my Lord Royfton: and I 
think myfelf not a little happy in the 
regards of fuch anobleman. Next to bim 
I efieem it a very valuable circumftance, 
that I have the honour to be, dear Sir, in 
fincere friendfhip and affection, 
Your ever obliged and moft obedient 
Humble Servant, 
JOSiAH TUCKER;”’ 
From deareft friends far torn away, 
Loft to the light of cheering day, 
That in the bleod-ftain’d ground clay-cold re- 
main ; 
Whilft Grief’s pale squadrons form’d in ghaits. 
ly bands, 
Pour fecret anguifh through the hoftile lands. 
The lonely cottage, late of peace poffett, 
How fled its tranfient joys ! 
Content and Love within its walls had ref; 
But every inmate that their hearts careft, 
Thy tcorpion-lath deftroys : 
For fee the daughter weeping o’er the bed, 
The grief-worn mother lift her languid head, 
Then fink in death, {till faithful to the dead ; 
And leave unfriended in the world’s wide 
maze 
The dear confoler of her forrowing days. 
But ah, with thee how vain is Pity’s tear ! 
The widow’s anguifh or the orphan’s fear ! 
‘Triumph attends thee through fuch fcenes 
as thete. 
No more my ftrain, 
Unveils the haunts of Pain, . 
Or human mifery paints thy foul te pleafe. 
Rather to vultures, eager for their prey, 
Down in the meadow’d vale the fold difplay ; 
Rather let Opulence, in tear of ftealth, 
Call Avarice near, and bare his hoarded 
wealth. 
No ! rather taught by Truth’s immortal page, 
Hope thall paint a future day, 
When radiant beams fhall Peace difplay, 
And youth’s extatic joys be felt by age. 
Quickly, lavage, hend thy baw ; 
Quickly fet the world on fire ; 
For ioon thine honours lying low, 
Shail with thy reign expire : 
E’ennow by means thou proudly cali’& thine 
own, 
Eternal Witdoi faps thine ebon throne. 
G2 Soon 
