At times we may bestow, but then to fuch
As in return will give us twice as much.
All good economists should fast in Lent,
And of their former gluttonies repent;
Man was not born to gorge on coftly meats,
Let it fuffice he lives by what he eats;
Then cut that neck of mutton, girl, in two,
Why should we wafte when half of it will
do?

Pray, do not make your pudding quite fo large,

You know I hate unneceffary charge;

And do not throw thofe whitings heads a

way,

Nor fhall my love of fame be hence review'd, For fickness yields not to the great or wife.

The frowns of cenfure, and the fmiles of praise,

And all that fortune or that fate decree,

day;

And, as you know I never read by night,
A farthing candle gives fufficient light.
Put out that fire: God blefs us, what
light!
'Twould make a bonfire on a Birth-day
night.

In all we do let prudence point the way,
And make provifion for a future day.
I hate the Welsh, and all fuch fquand'ring

fools,

Spendthrifts, and Atrangers to prudential rules.

So the Hibernian, of his fcanty fare

Will give the hungry ftranger half his fhare; "The hardy Highlander, when 'tis his lot To fee fome traveller approach his cot, Steps forth with hafty ftride to meet his guest,

And gives him part of what he is possest ; But here, thank Heaven, we all are wifer grown,

And grasp tenaciously what is our own;
For hofpitality can do no good,

It paupers fools, and gives the lazy food.
Our charities, we are in Scripture told,
Will be reftor'd to us an hundred fold;
I'll not the truth of holy writ deny,
But let thofe give who have more faith
than I;

Left we again return, with grief and shame,
Back to that poverty from whence we

For all, alas! is vanity, to me.

Where'er by chance these weary eye-balls ftray,

O'er yon fair mirror, to its office true, My meagre form I fhudder to furvey, And almoft doubt if 'tis myself I view..

Dim are these eyes which once refulgent fhone,

And faint the throbbings of this aching breaft:

My fault'ring voice has loft its wonted tone,

And all my forrows are by fighs expreft. Few are the tranfports I can hope to fhare While here a ling'ring victim I remain; Anticipation heightens my defpair,

And retrospection fharpens ev'ry pain.

The fports of youth in which I once partook, Alas! no more th' approving fmile can wake:

On ev'ry scene I cast a heedlefs look,

Nor know but that may be the last I take.

Alike regardless of my friends and foes,
I wait the dawning of the awful hour,

Wildly irregular my pulfes play,

And all my frame a reftlefs languor feels. How chang'd, how alter'd from my former light,

When youthful vigour ev'ry finew ftrung;

And lifts the foul above misfortune's pow'r.

Then, when exempt from each terreftrial tie,

My trembling spirit wings the field of fpace,

Congenial

"Hard they labour'd while they cou'd, To rest in age, when rest all shou’d. Their honeft handywork was sped, * And Dick their only child was dead. So, frugally, and not the beft,

They cat and drank, and took their reft, "Not doubting but their stock would hold • Till the last sheet around them roll'd. No chimney fide but learnt to tell Strange tales of happy Dick and Nell. To know the truth, one day the fquire • Call'd in and warm'd him at their fire; • Ate toafted cheese, and drank some ale, Not like his own, 'twas fmall and stale. But how it touch'd his foul to find, In fuch a pair, fuch peace of mind! • Not touch'd him, as it ought, to raise, At once, his wonder, and his praise; • Wonder, that blifs fhould dwell fo low, And praise, that Heav'n ordain'd it fo. The marrow-piercing thought was this, Wealth pines! and poverty has blifs!" "My friends, quoth he, with artful guile, "Thus age and honesty fhou'd smile. "You lead your lives as fweetly here, "As I, with all I boaft a-year. "Yet, if you'll come, and with me spend "A month or fo, my chaife I'll send; "You fhall be welcome, I proteft, "I would not with a worthier guest”. • They knew not what to think or say, But thank d him, in their homebred way. "May-hap, faid Nell, the Squire's in joke." He vow'd he moft fincerely spoke;

• Dick faid, “ We'll risque it, Nell, d'ye see.
Nay, what's the Squire to you, and me?”
A fecond thought the first confutes,
So quick they don'd their Sunday suits,
• And bowl'd away; dreft at his door,
The Squire receiv'd them. When before.
To guefts like these, was mansion wide?
The rooms had don'd their utmost pride;
The fervants waited gay and thick,
To Nell, faid Madam, Sir, to Dick.
They din'd and fupp'd, on twenty dishes,
And lay--O far beyond their wishes!

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• Thus wore a week, the Squire fo kind! Alas! they knew not half his mind! 'Dick was fatigu'd, and fo was Nell.

Quoth Dick, "I'll feign myself not well; "Nor will the thing be feigning quite, "I'm fick at heart, and you're not right." 'Here, wifely, Dick forbore to name "What Nell advis'd the day they came. Mark this, upbraiding husbands all; 'A wife's paft failings ne'er recal. ▲ Their sickness to the Squire they told, Said, "They might die, for they were "old,

"And 'twas their wifh, an't pleas'd the sky, "Where they had liv'd, in peace to die."

The Squire agreed, but with a fneer, Cry'd, "O, you're difcontented here!" • He sped them going, but how pain'd, That his vile end was yet ungain'd! 'End ne'er was viler, for 'twas this, To change his anguish for their blifs. "This end he fancy'd must enfué, 'If inftant open'd on their view, • Scenes of gay affluence quite unknown, Which pride would prompt to wish their

That night, faid Dick, as round the fire They fat, "Heaven's bleffing crown the fquire!

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"But not his greatness to partake "Wou'd I this little cot forfake.. "Our ale beats all his fparkling wine, "For that's the fquire's, and this is mine. "There, when behind their master's back, "Cou'd I command or Tom, or Jack? "No; this would laugh, and that would fnigger,

"And cry, Good lack! that aukward figure! "Here, when I please, to Nell I fay, "Do this, or that, and fhe'll obey, "Obey with fuch concern to please, "As eafy, but when I'm at ease. “And what I value more than life, "Nell's all mine own! my all! my wife!" Quoth Nell, and round his neck the flung Her arms, "I lov'd thee lefs when young! "You're all to me! no more we'll roam! "However homely, home is home."

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In this let men of fortune rcft, That Heav'n inpow'rs them to be bleft; For cots of mud, with'd well or ill, "Whene'er they can be happy, will. Still, ftill may vice, to heaven's high praife, 'But crush herself, and virtue raise !'

REVOLUTION in FRANCE. laft Regifter, we gave a very full account of the Revolution in France. The following are fome additional particulars attending that great event:-When the King came to Paris on Friday July the 17th the multitude was immenfe, none but the fick and dying would be abfent on fuch a day. At each fortified poft in the avenues, ftreets, and on the bridges of the town, he was faluted by the cannon, taken but two days before from his arfenal, but not a fingle cry was uttered of Vive le Roi; the foolife fervour of idolatry is at an end; wherever a fhout did interrupt the folemn filence, it was addreffed, in paffing, to the King, with the words diftinctly articulated, of Vive la Nation! Vive la Liberte!

An air of fadnefs was fpread over his countenance, and fufficiently fhewed, that in trufting himself to the unruly multitude, the confidence which he placed in them coft him much.

One of the rabble fired a piftol juft as the King was paffing by St Roch's, in Rae St Honore. It was not charged with either bullet or fhot.

His Majefty suddenly started at the report, and looked round him with great carneftnefs, to try if he could fee whence, or by whom the piftol had been fired.

Juft at the new bridge, or Pont Neuf, h's own guards (les Gardes Francois) who had deferted him, met his eye; they were drawn up in a hollow fquare, facing Rue de la Monnoie; inftead of appearing confufed at the fight of the Prince whom they had abandoned, and whofe perfon they no longer had the honour to guard, they affumed a bullying and menacing air. They had a little way a-head of the front line, not a field-piece, but a fortyeight pounder.

At fight of fuch an apparatus for action, the King put his hand to his forehead; and, without looking any more at thefe bafe deferters, or heroic patriots, he was drawn in by his carriage. When he alighted from his carriage VOL. X. No. 56.

"SIRE,

"I prefent your Majefty with the keys of the good city of Paris; they are the fame which were prefented to Henry IV.: he had re-conquered his people. here, it is the people who have re-conquered their King.

"Your Majefty comes to enjoy the peace you have reftored to the capital; you come to enjoy the love of your faithful fubjects! It is for their happiness that your Majefty has affembled around you. the reprefentatives of-the nation, and that you are about to concur with them in laying the foundation of liberty and public profperity."

The King attempted to fpeak, but his emotion was too ftrong to permit him to pronounce the discourse he had prepared.,

M. Bailly then declaring that the. King was ready to hear what any of the Affembly had to lay

Count Lally de Tollendal rofe, and in a noble and affecting ftrain of eloquence, fpoke nearly as follows: "Are you then fatisfied, my fellow citizens? Behold him, behold that King whom your hearts demanded, whom you defired to fee, amongft you, behold him that King, who has reftored to you your National Af femblies, and who is come to confolidate your liberties on an unfhaken basis....!. May he carry back from this ever-memorable fcene the peace of his too-long troubled heart-a peace he never deferv ed to lófe! Since he has chofen the love of his people for his only guard, prove to

him,

him, that he has gained a thousand times more power than he was inclined to facrifice......Sire, (faid he to the King), perish the traitors ftill capable, by guilty infinuations, of calumniating the fenti ments of a generous and faithful nation, devoted in their attachment to a juft and good King, who henceforward, abandoning the idea of owing any thing to force, is determined to owe every thing to his virtues!"

The King, ftill more and more moved by this affecting and folemn feene, could fcarcely pronounce the words, which were repeated aloud to the AffemblyMy people may always count upon my

love."

"

His Majefty then appeared at one of the windows, with the national cockade, and faluted the people who filled the fquare before the Town-houfe, the windows, and covered the roofs of the houfes. The people feeing the national cockade in his Majefly's hat, then, and not till then, called out, Vive le Roi!

On his return, his mind feemed fome what relieved, and the people expreffed their joy-but not a frivolous, inordi nate joy and it is worthy of remark, that not a fingle poft was abandoned from curiofity: on the contrary, the guards at each were doubled.

The ftatue of Henry IV. being decorated with the Cockade de la liberte, the citizens flopped oppofite the Pont Neuf, and requested Louis XVI. to attend to that circumftance.

On quitting the boundaries of the capital, he was delivered to the Verfailles militia, and re-conducted home.

In the evening, there was a general illumination, but all was tranquillity; the congratulations were the congratulations of calm courage, fuccessful in the beft of causes.

On the transparency at the Townhoufe, were the following words:→ Louis XVI. Father of the French, and King of a free people!

The National Affembly fat, during the late Revolution, fixty hours without breaking up viz. from Monday at nine o'clock, till Wednesday night at ten.

The Queen will have hard work to be found agreeable. She was fpared by the mob out of refpect to the King. On the day the King went to Paris, fhe requefted of him the favour, on her knees, that the might be permitted to accompany him to Paris, which he peremptorily

refufed.

As foon as he was gone, the retired

alone into her apartments. The officer in waiting, hearing no noife, pushed open the door gently, and, feeing nobody in her apartments, ventured to go on farther. He went into two other rooms without finding her. At laft, he faw her lying upon a fofa, her hand over her eyes, between her two children. She ftarted as foon as the faw him enter, his approach being a liberty which af other times he would not have dared to take; and afked him" Are they coming?

The officer replied, "No." In cafe they come," faid the Queen, "make, no refiftance, but let them enter: only give me notice of their arrival, and f fhail and meet them, with my children.”—Since that day fhe has been very quiet and retired, and difturbed by nobody.

When the King came back from Paris, fhe came to meet him. The King faid to her, "Madam, from this very moment I will not permit the family of Polignac to come again to Court; and the moft precious prefent I can make you, Madam, is to give you this;"-and at the fame time gave her the cockade he had on his hat, which had been given him by the Patriots in the town-houfe of Paris. She took it with great coolncis, and pinned it on her breaft.

Some days before the taking of the Bafile, the Duke of Orleans went to fee the King. As foon as he entered, the King turned to him, and faid, "I know that you defire my head-you are a fe cond Cromwell-retire from my prefence."

The Duke went away, faying, " Your Majefty will be better informed in a few days.'

Some days after the King made an apology to the Duke of Orleans.

Paris, July 20. Every thing is at prefent quiet in this capital. The militia perform the duty of the police fo effeetually as to prevent every fpecies of rob. bery and pillage. The troops are moving away as faft as poffible, and there are no foldiers in the neighbourhood of Paris, except the French and Swifs regiments. The Duc de Chatelet has refigned the command of the French guards. The King has restored M. de Montmorin to the department of foreign affairs, from which he had been removed, and has appointed M. de St Prieft, Secretary of State for the home department, in the room of M. de Villedeuil. The Due de Liancourt is chosen Prefident of the National Affembly, in the room of the Archbishop