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them as enthusiasm and folly, have inward feelings of their own, which, though they would, they cannot suppress. We have been too long in the secret ourselves, to account the proud, the ambitious, or the voluptuous, happy. We must lose the remembrance of what we once were, before we can believe that a man is satisfied with himself, merely because he endeavours to appear so. A smile upon the face is often but a mask worn occasionally and in company, to prevent, if possible, a suspicion of what at the same time is passing in the heart. We know that there are people who seldom smile when they are alone ; who, therefore, are glad to hide themselves in a throng from the violence of their own reflections; and who, while by their looks and language they wish to persuade us they are happy, would be glad to change their conditions with a dog. But in defiance of all their efforts, they continue to think, forebode, and tremble. This we know, for it has been our own state, and therefore we know how to commiserate it in others. From this state the Bible relieved us. When we were led to read it with attention, we found ourselves described. We learned the causes of our inquietude-We were directed to a method of relief-we tried, and we were not disappointed.

DEUS NOBIS HÆC OTIA FECIT.

We are now certain, that the gospel of Christ is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth It bas reconciled us to God, and to ourselves; to our. duty, and our situation. It is the balm and cordial of the present life, and a sovereign antidote against the fears of death.

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important subjects close the volume. Not one of them I believe, was written with a view to publication, but I was unwilling thev should be omitted.

JOHN NEWTON. Charles' Square, Hoxton, February 18, 1782.

TABLE TALK.

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Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charte,

Abjicito........Hor. lib. i. Epist. 13.
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt ;
The deeds that men admire as half divine,
Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears
The laurel that the very lightning spares ;
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant, that men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war;
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with justice on his side.

Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews,
Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse,
Who, with a courage of unshaken root,
In honour's field advancing his firm foot,
Plants it upon the line that Justice draws,
And will prevail, or perish in her cause.
'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes
His portion in the good that Heav'n bestows.
And when recording History displays
Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days,
Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died
Where duty plac'd them at their country's side ;
The man, that is not mov'd with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroick deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

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But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to naught but his ambition true, 30
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post horns of all Europe, lays her waste
Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a flock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,

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With all the savage thirst a tiger feels :
Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet.
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac'd,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd !

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The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r ;
Then grace the bony phantom in their stead
With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ;
Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, 45
The same their occupation and success.

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man;
Kings do but reason on the self-same plan :
Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn,
Who think, or secm to think, man made for them. 50

B. Seldom, alas ! the power of logick reigns,
With much sufficiency in royal brains ;
Such reas'ning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings ! those opticks are but dim, 55
That tell you somsay, rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem with mighty projects lind,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,

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Is worth, with all its gold and glitt'ring store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom used, how little understood !
To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward;

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To quell the faction that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone ;
To nurse with tender care the thriving arts ;
Watch ev'ry beam Philosophy imparts ;

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To give Religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ;
With close fidelity and love unfeign'd,
To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise;

75 His life a lesson to the land he aways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe, Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw; To sheath it in the peace-restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows;

80 Blest country where these kingly glories shine! Blest England, if this happiness be thine !

A. Guard what you say; the patriotick tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.--B. A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy,

85 To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast,) The lie that flatters I abhor the most. Those arts be theirs, who hate his gentle reign, But he that loves him has no need to fain.

90 A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address’d, Seems to imply a censure on the rest.

B. Quevedo, as he teils his sober tale, Ask'd, when in Hell, to see the royal jail ; Approv'd their method in all other things ; 95 But where, good sir, do you confine your kings? There, said his guide-the group is full in view. Indeed ?-replied the Don-there are but few. His black interpreter the charge disdain'dFew, fellow ?-there are all that ever reign'd. 100 Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike The guilty and not guilty, both alike. I grant the sarcasm is too severe, And we can readily refute it here ; VOL. I.

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