In social talk and ready jest He shone superior at the feast, And qualities of mind Illustrious in the eyes of those Methinks I see him powder'd red, Can such be cruel? Such can be With barbarous sports, whose fell delight "Twixt birds to battle train'd. One feather'd champion he possess'd, Nor e'er had fought, but he made flow It chanced, at last, when, on a day, The Master storm'd, the prize was lost, He doom'd his favourite dead. He seized him fast, and from the pit The cord was brought, and, at his word, The horrid sequel asks a veil, That can be, shall be, sunk.- All, suppliant, beg a milder fate Whirl'd round him rapid as a wheel Death menacing on all. But vengeance hung not far remote, Big with a curse too closely pent He totter'd, reel'd, and died. 'Tis not for us, with rash surmise, That, sent for Man's instruction, bring ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY HIS MAJESTY FROM SEA-BATHING, IN THE YEAR 1789. O SOVEREIGN of an isle renown'd For undisputed sway Wherever o'er yon gulf profound With juster claim she builds at length Her empire on the sea, And well may boast the waves her strength TO MRS. THROCKMORTON, ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT OF HORACE'S ODE AD LIBRUM SUUM. FEBRUARY, 1790. MARIA, could Horace have guess'd What honour awaited his ode The honour which you have bestow'd,— So elegant, even, and neat, He had laugh'd at the critical sneer Which he seems to have trembled to meet. And sneer, if you please, he had said, A nymph shall hereafter arise Who shall give me, when you are all dead, The glory your malice denies; Shall dignity give to my lay, Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say, Nothing ever was written so well. INSCRIPTION FOR A STONE ERECTED AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS AT CHILLINGTON, THE SEAT OF T. GIFFARD, ESQ. 1790. JUNE, 1790. OTHER stones the era tell, When some feeble mortal fell; I stand here to date the birth Of these hardy sons of Earth. Which shall longest brave the sky, Pass an age or two away, I must moulder and decay; But the years that crumble me Cherish honour, virtue, truth, Stone at heart, and cannot grow. ANOTHER, FOR A STONE ERECTED ON A SIMILAR OCCASION AT THE SAME PLACE IN THE FOLLOWING YEAR. JUNE, 1790. READER! Behold a monument ANNO 1791. HYMN FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY. JULY, 1790. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, And taught to seek thy face! Thanks for thy Word and for thy Day; And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy Sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear,-but oh! impart To each desires sincere, And learn as well as hear. For if vain thoughts the minds engage What hope that at our heedless age Our minds should e'er be free? |