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The anfwers to thefe queftions may be directed (poft-paid) to Mr. Baldwin, in Faternofter-row, London.
AN ELEGIAC РОЕМ,
On the Death of the late Rev. THOMAS GIBBONS, D. D. Paftor of the Congregation of Diffenters, meeting at Haberdasher's-Hall.
Omnes una manet nox
Et calcanda femel via lethi. HOR.
melancholy news is fpread,
With humble boldness come before his throne, (All claim to merit in thyfelf difown ||) And
My pardon's fure if thou but intercede ¶. Thou never faidft, ye feek my face in vain, Thou never didit a finner's pray'r difdain; O, plead my cause, for I'm of finners chief, I would believe, Lord help my unbelief,
cry to him, "Lord, for a finner plead,
HOW fwift the melancho and rev'rend faint, May thy rich grace on guilt like mine defcend,
Who in the gofpel vineyard spent his days,
His wifdom ftrengthen'd, and his fears remov'd;
His precious blood which was on Calv'ry fpilt, Will heal the wounds of fin, and cleanfe from guilt;
Think not, poor foul, whatever hell may say,
Although thy fins be of a scarlet hue,
*He was forty-one years in the ministry.
Be thou, dear Jefus, my eternal friend;
May all to whom he while on earth was known,
+ He began his miniftry in the twenty-fifth year of his age. Pfalms xlv. 2. § Ifaiah i. 18. | Ifaiah Ixiv. 6. ¶ John xvii. 24. Ibid. xi. 42. **The above addrefs, fuppofed to be spoken by a finner, is intended as a general form for all the fallen race of Adam, and at the fame time as a fpecimen of the gofpel plan of falvation through faith in Jefus, which the Doctor fo earneftly inculcated and enforced both in the pulpit and from the prefs. ++ Pfalms lxxxiv. 11. Matthew vii. 7. Matthew xi. 28.
Much might have been faid with truth, refpecting his amiable character in his family, in the church, and in the world; his extenfive usefulness and fuccefs during the courfe of his miniftry, his happy method of inculcating the folemn truths of revelation, and the pious tendency of his writings, but the author omitted it, apprehensive it might be accounted only panegyric.
And whenever he meets me he won't speak a word:
I, therefore, attend him at each public place,
To dancings and routs, with the rest of the town,
I dine with my lord, and am down in his lift,
Said to be written by her Grace the Duchefs of
RING me flowers, and bring me wine!
At my feet let rofes fall.
Sorrow would annoy my heart,
Joys fhall chace the rapid dart,
Tho' each fad hour mov'd on with ling'ring pace,
My reftlefs heart would flutter in the space,
And Heav'n can witnefs, whilft I felt the pain
If Fate, to humanize and charm mankind,
Be deem'd fevere because it fcorns controul?
To foothe each fond fenfation of the heartTo keep the genial flame with hope alive,
And to fucceeding times the charm impart.
She fans the latent embers to the last,
The AUTHOR's ADDRESS to his BOOK.
Thus dunce by dunce is whifiled off my hands.
OOR friendlefs offspring of a heedless hour,
Pon cafual mercy, like the foundling, thrown!
How wilt thou ftruggle with the critic's power?
How meet the pedant's lafh-the bigot's frown?
He wishes he could burn the author too.
Yawn for revenge! and like Ezekiel's bones
To take full recompence for wounds and groans.
Ah! lucklefs child of Fancy's frolick hour,
Where can thy weakness for protection flee? Hatte, hatte away to Candour's peaceful bow'r,
There feek repose, and spread a couch for me. There fhall her whispers foothe my fears to reft, And in foft flumbers waft me to the thore, Where priests their brother-priests no more moleft, And poets, pedants, critics, be no more!
But cleave at laft to Delia's well-known thore. On the exploit of a living Maid of Honour, and
Ah! happy fhore, by no proud cuftoms fway'd,
the mutilated Epilogue to a dead one.
INCE Maidens of Honour, untaught by the
May fpit, while at church, in their enemies' faces, Why thould Colman's new epilogue (answer who dares)
Be hinder'd by Siddons from spitting in theirs?
On reading the numerous Epitaphs published in Nor can I hope thy filken chain
the papers on Dr. S. JOHNSON.
HILE wits and witlings strive to raise of verfe to Johnfon's name,
Hoping to build their future praise
To those who genius truely mourn!
Would tell his praife in words that glow; The mufe that for his matchlefs worth
Would fhed the tear of genuine woe; Let them, with efforts join'd, declare
The labours of his mighty mind,
His love to God, his love to man;
To JAMES BOSWELL, Efq. NLUCKY Johnson! hard thy lot indeed, Purfued beyond thy life by Fortune's fpite! Buried by one who never learn'd to read, Publish'd by one who ne'er was meant to write! The prebend's avarice, the mutter'd pray'r,
But for a moment could difgrace thy tomb; The thanks of nations fhall thefe wrongs repair, And spotless laurel round thy ashes bloom! But oh, thy life!-Can Bofwell's careful hand To fave that truft from lasting shame delay? Hafte, gentle Scot, defert thy native land! Thy Johnson's shade invites thee, come away! Though London gaz'd on his meridian fun, Within these walls its morning beam arofe: At laft his giant ftrength its course has run,
And all his virtues in the grave repofe; All, but what scatter'd o'er his honest page,
Enforce our duties while on earth we dwell, Or, warm with hallow'd fire, our thoughts engage To feek the God whofe caufe be fery'd fo well.
Of varied learning every path he knew;
Be thou the guardian of his varied fame! Oh! give to facred gratitude its due,
Nor leave to dulnefs what from genius came! Pembroke-College, Oxford, Feb. 16.
The glittering vagrants fhall restrain. Why, Stella, was it thus decreed,
The heart, once caught, fhould ne'er be freed?
ON THE TWO INTREPID AERONAUTS. Famque humiles, jamque elati fublime videntur Aera per vacuum ferri, atque affurgere in auras. Nec mora, nec requies.
Virg. G. 1. 3. v. 108. LANCHARD and Jeffries, airy fons of earth,
BAoft in ether, crofs'd the feas * in mirth,
No former heroes can with thefe compare;
-Tentanda via eft, qua me quoque possim
HILE France in rivalship England vies, To claim and merit the aerial prize; While alkalies with acids, fire with smoke, Support, by turns, the frenzy they provoke; While bold adventurers, on either shore, Through tracklefs æther inland scenes explore,
To Blanchard and to Jeffries fate decrees
The palm original for croffing feas.
Sent to a Gentleman, with the portrait of a young Lady printed off on white fattin.
ET fuch as prize thy lovely favourite less,
"We were God knows how, but as merry as grigs, to think how we should spatter in the
-Dr. Jeffries' letter.
Oaths pro and con he fwallow'd down,
He preach'd and pray'd, and yet betray'd
THE CONTENTED SWAIN
Nor western climes will I explore,
I feek not aught that me may lead
For nought Golconda's gems avail
Mean while, the lab'ring hind to chear,
This, this, be mine! the speaking eye
poor fhall fay
"Here liet our friend!"*
To the MAID of HONOUR. Written by the Honourable HENRY PHIPPS.
Spoken by Mr. KEMBLE.
THE Maid of Honour" Pshaw!”” methinks
Maids are a fubject for a comedy:
Too long has comedy to flander grown,
O'er-cloy'd with jefts on taxes, earth, air, moon,
Our author's graver fcenes difplay a mind
Fir'd by the fubject, the nice bounds of art, His mufe o'erleaps, and rufhes to the heart; Difdains the pedant rules, of time and place, Extends the period, and expands the space; From ftate to ftate, without a paufe, dares run Whilt, with a thought," the battle's loft and
Impetuous fancy rides the veering wind,
As in rich trees, the too luxuriant shoots, Weaken the flock, and choak the fairest fruits; So wild exub'rance hurt our author's play, Which, with a fparing hand, is prun'd away; With caution touch'd, and form'd with timid art, (Some grafts inferted, to complete each part) We've plac'd it in this garden of the town, Where weak, exotic plants have fometimes grown. Oh! then, let Maflinger's, like British oaks, Gain ftrength from time, unfell'd by critic strokes!
SONG. Mr. Johnstone.
Each day my paffion's ftronger:
At length grown jealous, Venus cries,
Firft with a figh,
He cried I die
The god found paffion ftronger;
And fprightly Nancy still did fay,
At length, like foldier bold he prefs'd,
The fnow was thaw'd all in her breast,
She breath'd a figh,
FOR THE LONDON MAGAZINE.
MAXIMS OF CHARITY, WITH ANECDOTES OF THE AUTHOR MR. PETER STERRY. (Continued from our laft, page 274-),
POSSIBLY my reader may think it time to interrupt this career of the heart, and ask me this fober queftion, "What connection hath divine love, the fubject of your preface, with free-will, the fubject of your book?"
I know no two fubjects that hold a more harmonious correfpondence with one another.
The will itfelf is love:-it is, fays Aquinas, the inclination of the foul. St. Auftin calls love "Pondus anima" -the weight or determining power of the mind, by which it moves to its attracting object, as to its centre of reft.
He, who with a clear eye distinguisheth the clofe and curious foldings and operations of the will, may find all its motions and affections to be the fame love exerting itself in various forms; either as it refts in the complacency of poffeffion, or faints in its truggles through an irrefiftible oppofition to the profecution of its withes: whether it is wafted on the fmooth fea with foft and profperous gales with the haven in its eye; or wrestles with the united force of winds and waves, and with chearful courage raifes itself to furmount them.
ried moft freely and at the fame time neceffarily to its object which is goodness. Goodnefs becometh at once of the effence and election of the will. for the higheft neceffity is that of our natures and effences. Hence logicians, make thofe propofitions the most neceffary where there fubfifts the freeft connection in the terms. Thus love, the principal act of the foul is carried moft freely (if by freedom. we underftand confent and acquiefcence) and at the fame time neceffarily to its own proper object; and ranging through a thoufand fcenes of falfe delight decked out with fpecious colourings to impofe on the mind-at laft difcovers its true object, and unites with its original principle-the univerfal good.How happy is it for the world that liberty is thus under the control of neceffity!-Oh! will of heaven, fupremely good and bleffed; that fittest on the throne of eternity, and governeft us. and all things:-thou prefideft in the unconfined amplitude of goodness, without a poffibility of change; and though triumphant in the moft perfect liberty, yet art thou what thou art in goodnefs, in bleffednefs, in perfection by the highest neceffity. Good and bleffed alfo muft that will be which correfponds with the original in thee; in which liberty and neceffity are link ed by the fame bands, and founded on an union with thee, the first, the happieft, and the beit.
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