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His life the proof substantial gave,
And witneffed Jefus' power to fave,

The finner here forgiven;
While firm in the old paths he stood,
Redeemed the time by doing good,
And laid up wealth in heaven.

Rugged howe'er his manners feemed,
His manners were by all efteemed,
Who truth preferred to art:

His hands for Efau's hands were known,
His voice bewrayed the favourite son,
And Jacob's honest heart.

His heart, as tender as fincere,
Melted for every sufferer,

And bled for the diftreft,

Whene'er he heard the grieved complain;
And pity for the sons of pain,
Refided in his breast.

A father to the fick and poor,
For them he hufbanded his ftore,
For them himfelf denied;

The naked clothed, the hungry fed,
Or parted with his daily bread,
That they might be supplied.

But chiefly, who in Chrift believed,
For Them, into his heart received,

He naturally cared;

His faith's integrity to prove,
By labours of unwearied love,

To gain a full reward,

A fteward

A fteward juft, and wife, and good,
Through life against the men he food
Who bafely fought their own;
He dared their practices condemn,
Yet not an enemy to them,

But to their deeds alone.

Sin, only fin, his foul abhorred,
A follower of his righteous Lord,
Till all his toils were past:
And lo! the hoary Saint afcends,
And gathered to his heavenly friends,
Obtains the prize at last!

Thanks be to God in Chrift his Son!
Thy power is on our Brother shown,
Thy truth, and conftant love:
Thou doft the final victory give,
And more than conqueror receive.
To rapturous joys above.

O! that the friends he leaves beneath,
Might live his life, and die his death,
For glory as mature,

Partakers with the faints in light,

And reap the pleasures in thy fight,

Which ever more endure!

Dawgreen, near Wakefield, Feb. 28, 1781.

The following Lines contain a plain matter of Fact, just as

it was.

WHERE Humber pours her rich commerical stream,

There dwelt a Wretch, who lived-but to blafpheme!

In fubterraneous caves his life he led,

Black as the Mine in which he wrought for bread;

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When on a day, emerging from the deep,

A Sabbath-day (such fabbath's thousands keep ;)
The wages of his weekly toil he hore,

To buy a Cock, whofe blood might win him more; !!
As if the nobleft of the feathered kind,
Were but for battle, and for death defigned!
As if the confecrated hours were meant,
For fport, to minds on cruelty intent.

It chanced (fuch chances Providence obey,)
He met a fellow-lab'rer on the way;
Whofe heart the fame defires had once inflamed,
But now the favage temper was reclaimed,
Perfuafion on his lips had taken place,

(For all plead well, who plead the cause of grace,)
His iron heart with Scripture he affailed,
Wooed him to hear a Sermon, and prevailed.
His faithful bow, the mighty Preacher drew,
Swift as the lightning's glimpse the arrows flew,
The finner trembling, caft his eyes around,
To find a worfe than him; but none he found.
He felt his fins, and wondered he fhould feel :
Grace made the wound, and only grace could heal.
Now farewel oaths, and blafphemies and lies,
He quits the finner's for the martyr's' prize.
That holy day was washed with many a tear,

Gilded with hope, yet haded too by fear.

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The next, his fwarthy brethren of the mine,

Learned from his altered lips the change divine:

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No ffaid the Penitent) fuch words shall share

This breath no more, henceforth employed in prayer. 11

Oh !

Oh! if thou seeft! (thine eye the future fees,)
That I fhall yet again blafpheme like these,
Now ftrike me to the ground on which I kneel,
this heart relapses into fleel:

E'er yet

Now take me to that heaven I once defièd;

Thy prefence; thy embrace." He fpake! He died.

Short was the time allotted him to run,

Juft entered in the lifts he gained the crown,
His prayer scarce ended, ere his praise begun.

A COLLEGE LIFE.

[By the Rev. Mr. G.]

E cloistered domes, ye mofs-grown towers,

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Ye awful groves and rofeate bowers,

Where Ifis laves her willowed fhore,
And Science opens all her ftore;
Her golden mines of truth and knowledge,
For ages ripening in a College;

Let me your fober joys rehearse,
Whilft Myra liftens to my verfe.

What time the holy matin-bell,
Has roufed the Student from his cell
Soon as Aurora's beams appear,
With hearts devout, and fpirits clear,
Within the facred quire they pay
To heaven the firft fruits of the day.
The hiftoric windows' radiant hues,
A sweet, celeftial light diffuse:
While Mufic's charms confpire to raise
The foul to gratitude and praife.

From

From thence the moral lectures cali
Each pupil to the public hall:
Whofe dictates virtuous hints impart,

To' improve the mind, or mend the heart.

Though fools all ferious truths defpife,:
The fober youth each hint applies,
And daily grows more learned, more wife.

Each talk has here its hour affigned:
For, thus to ftated hours confined,
Each duty lighter grows by ufe;
And forms fubftantial good produce,

The morning thus fo well begun,
And all its earlier bufinefs done,
He now with fome felected friends
The hour of fweet refreshment fpends;
Whofe fallies, fprightly and fincere,
Like Hyffon's ftreams, the fpirits cheer.
Where candour and good fenfe unite,
And mutual confidence invite;
Their hearts, with youthful ardour warm,
Embrace, and lafting friendships form.

Recruited thus, alert, and gay,

They ply the ftudies of the day;
Sage Mentor now affifts the youth,

And guides him in his fearch of truth;
Points out the philofophic page,
The authentic works of every age;
Of thofe whofe artt fit arms fupplies
Against wit's dangerous fophiftries:

The Tutor. + Logic.

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