Oh! may this frame, that rifing grew
Beneath thy plastic hands,
Be ftudious ever to pursue

Whate'er thy will commands.

The foul that moves this earthly load

Thy femblance let it bear;

Nor lose the traces of the God,

Who stamp'd his image there.

THE CAMELION: A FABLE, AFTER

MONSIEUR DE LA MOTTE.

BY THE SAME..

FT has it been my lot to mark

OF

A proud, conceited, talking spark,
With eyes, that hardly ferv'd at most
To guard their mafter 'gainst a post,
Yet round the world the blade has been
To see whatever could be seen,
Returning from his finish'd tour,
Grown ten times perter than before;
Whatever word you chance to drop,
The travel'd fool your mouth will stop:

66 Sir,

"Sir, if my judgment you'll allow"I've feen-and fure I ought to know" So begs you'd pay a due fubmiffion, And acquiefce in his decifion.

Two travellers of fuch a caft, As o'er Arabia's wilds they past, And on their way in friendly chat Now talk'd of this and then of that, Difcours'd awhile, 'mongst other matter, Of the Camelion's form and nature. "A stranger animal, cries one, "Sure never liv'd beneath the fun. "A lizard's body lean and long, "A fifl's head, a ferpent's tongue, "Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd; "And what a length of tail behind! "How flow a pace! and then its hue"Who ever saw so fine a blue !”

"Hold there, the other quick replies, " "Tis green—I saw it with these eyes, "As late with open mouth it lay, "And warm'd it in the funny ray; "Stretch'd at its ease the beast I view❜d, "And faw it eat the air for food." "I've seen it, Sir, as well as you, "And must again affirm it blue. "At leisure I the beast survey'd "Extended in the cooling fhade." VOL. V.

<< "Tis

ye"

""Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I affure ye "Green!” cries the other in a fury

"Why, Sir-d'ye think I've loft my eyes?"
""Twere no great lofs," the friend replies,
"For, if they always ferve you thus,
"You'll find 'em but of little use.”

So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows:
When luckily came by a third-
To him the question they referr'd,
And begg'd he'd tell 'em, if he knew,
Whether the thing was green or blue.

"Sirs, cries the umpire, ceafe your pother-
"The creature's neither one nor t'other.
"I caught the animal last night,
"And view'd it o'er by candle-light:
"I mark'd it well-'twas black as jet→→→
"You ftare-but, Sirs, I've got it yet,
"And can produce it." "Pray, Sir, do:
"I'll lay my life, the thing is blue."
"And I'll be fworn, that when you've feen
"The reptile, you'll pronounce him green."

"Well then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the man, "I'll turn him out : "And when before your eyes I've set him,

"If you don't find him black, I'll eat him."

He faid; then full before their fight

Produc'd the beast, and lo! 'twas white

Both

7

Both ftar'd; the man look'd wond'rous wife→→→
86 My children," the Camelion cries,

(Then first the creature found a tongue)

"You all are right, and all are wrong:
"When next you talk of what you view,
"Think others fee, as well as you :
"Nor wonder, if you find that none

"Prefers your eye-fight to his own."

IMMORTALITY: OR, THE CONSOLATION OF

HUMAN LIFE.

A MONODY;

BY THOMAS DENTON, M. A.

Animi natura videtur

Atque anime claranda meis jam verfibus effe:
Et metus ille foras præceps Acheruntis agendus
Funditus, humanam qui vitam turbat ab imo,
Omnia fuffundens mortis nigrore.

W

İ.

LUCK.

HEN black-brow'd Night her dusky mantle spread,
And wrapt in folemn gloom the fable sky;

When foothing Sleep her opiate dews had shed,

And feal'd in filken flumbers every eye:

a Of Queen's College, Oxford. He was born at Sebergham, near Carlisle, took the degree of M. A. June 16, 1752, and afterwards became Rector of Ashstead in Surry.

Q 2

My

My wakeful thoughts admit no balmy rest,' '
Nor the fweet blifs of foft oblivion fhare".
But watchful woe diftracts my aching breast,

My heart the fubject of corroding care;

From haunts, of men with wand'ring steps, and flow,'
I folitary steal, and footh my penfive woe.

Yet no fell paffion's rough difcordant rage
Untun'd the mufic of my tranquil mind:
Ambition's tinfel'd charms could ne'er engage,

No harbour there could fordid av'rice find:
From luft's foul spring my grief disdains to flow,
No fighs of envy from my bofom break;
But foft compaffion melts my foul to woe,

And focial tears fast trickle down my cheek. Ah me! when Nature gives one general groan, Each heart must beat with woe, each voice refponfive moan.

III.

Where'er I caft my moist'ned eyes around,

Or ftretch my profpect o'er the distant land,
There foul Corruption's tainted steps are found,
And Death grim-vifag'd waves his iron hand.
Though now foft Pleasure gild the smiling fcene,
Aud fportive Foy call forth her festive train,'
Sinking in night each vital form is feen,

Like air-blown bubbles on the wat❜ry plain;
Fell Death, like brooding Harpy, the repaft
Will fnatch with talons foul, or four its grateful taste.
b Vid. VIRG. Æn. lib. iii. ver. 210. & feq.