Inflamed and poisoned all my blood 1 Fame, Pleasure, and Intemperance spurned, And softly whispered in my ear, Now homeward, as I went my way, And tell me I am poor: From Virtue's smile, the truth direct, Must still for ever flow, And conscience will the lie detect, With "Don't believe it, Jo." ΑΝΤΙΡΑΤTHIES. On a Burser of a College in Oxford, cutting down the trees near the said College, for his own use. Indulgent Nature to each creature shows The goose, a silly bird, avoids the fox; Lambs fly from wolves, and sailors steer from rocks; The thief a gallows, as his fate foresees, TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW. To-day man's dress'd in gold and silver bright, Wrapt in a shroud before to-morrow night; To-day he's feeding on delicious food, To-morrow dead, unable to do good! To-day he's nice, and scorns to feed on crums, To-morrow he's himself a dish for worms; To-day he's honour'd, and in vast esteem, To-morrow not a beggar values him ; To-day he rises from a velvet bed, To-morrow lies in one that's made of lead; To-day his house, tho' large, he thinks but small, To-morrow no command, no house at all; To-day has forty servants at his gate, To-morrow scorn'd, not one of them will wait! To-day perfum'd, as sweet as any rose, To-morrow stinks in every body's nose; To-day he's grand, majestic, all delight, • Ghastful and pale before to-morrow night; True as the Scripture says, "man's life's a span," The present moment is the life of man. CURIOUS SHOP-BILL. The following is a genuine copy of the Bill of a dealer in Marine. Stores, now living. L. WORMS, 62, S-t J-n S-t, St. S-p-le-r's. This is the shop to sell your rags, Pewter, copper, lead and brass, N. B. Tailor's Shops cleared. TO DUN. A Parody. To dun? or not to dun? that's the question ! To dun to be denied-denied with "call again;" Must give us pain. 'Tis this that makes so many debts not worth col lecting; 'Tis this which sickens business to despair, And keeps from honest labour its reward! While thus in language of complaint we speak, To them our gratitude we owe, To them our gratitude we freely pay; Buoyed by their kindness, still our bark shall sail, Enjoy the pleasing calm Nor dread the boist'rous gale. ON WITNESSING A SHIPWRECK. By the late B. Thompson, Esq. Against the rock the foaming billows dash, Wider and wider spreads the gloom profound: Save when illumin'd by the forky flash, While peals of thunder 'mong the cliffs resound. TEMPUS EDAX RERUM *. In the celebrated ruins of Reculvens, in the Isle of Thanci, are the following curious lines, inscribed on a stone on the walls. Tempus edax rerum, Observe these walls and fear 'em, A RADICAL CURE. Dick's wife was sick, and pos'd the doctors skill, Who differ'd how to cure the invet'rate ill. Purging the one prescrib'd; no quoth another, That will do neither good nor harm, my brother; Bleeding's the only way-'twas quick reply'd, 2 That's certain death-but, since we differ wide, * Time swallows all things. } THE FARMER'S CENTENARY CONTRASTED. Illustrative of the causes of Agricultural Distress. 1724. in 1824. The man to the Plough, | Best Man-Tally-ho, The Wife to the Cow, And Miss-Piano, [tin, How swift the pinions Time puts on, To urge his flight away! To-day's soon yesterday; anon, To-morrow is to-day! Thus days, and weeks, and months, and years, Depart from mortal view; As sadly, through this "Vale of Tears," Yet grieve not, Man, that thus he flies, The drooping wretch that soonest dies, MOULTING. "You've scarce a rag upon your back""I'm moulting, Sir," replies poor Jack. |