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Oh barb'rous ! would'st thou with a Gothic hand Pull down the schools-what! all the schools i' th'
(Appriz'd that he is such) a careless boy,
JOSEPH HILL, ESQ.
DEAR JOSEPH-five and twenty years ago Alas, how time escapes !—tis even som With frequent intercourse, and always sweet, And always friendly, we were wont to cheat A tedious hour-and now we never meet ! As some grave gentleman in Terence says, ('Twas therefore much the same in ancient days) Good lack, we know not what to-morrow bringsStrange fluctuation of all human things ! True. Changes will befall, and friends may part, But distance only cannot change the heart : And, were I call’d to prove th' assertion true, One proof should serve—a reference to you.
Whence comes it, then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurr'd to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though num'rous once, reduc'd to few or none ? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch? No-gold they seem'd, but they were never such. VOL. II.
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour-door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd Lest he should trespass, begg'd to go abroad. Go, fellow !-whither?-turning short about Nay-stay at home—you're always going out. 'Tis but a step, Sir, just at the street's end.For what ?-An please you, Sir, to see a friend. A friend ! Horatio cried, and seem'd to startYea marry shalt thou, and with all my heart.And fetch my cloak: for, though the night be raw, I'll see him too—the first I ever saw. .
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild,
But, not to moralize too much, and strain
Convicted once, should ever after wear
Oh, happy Britain ! we have not to fear
(FROM THE ANNUAL BILL OF MORTALITY, NORTHAMPTON.]
--Placidaq : ibi demum morte quievit. VIRG:
“OH most delightful hour by man
“ Experienc'd here below; “ The hour that terminates his span,
“ His folly and his woe. & Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
“ Again life's dreary waste ; «To see my days again o’erspread
6. With all the gloomy past.
“My home, henceforth, is in the skies,
“ Earth, seas, and sun adieu ; “ All heaven unfolded to my eyes,
“I have no sight for you.” Thus spake Aspatio, firm possest
Of Faith's supporting rod;
The bosom of his God.
Sincere on Virtue's side,
To hourly use apply'd.
He hated, hop’d, and lov'd,
But when his heart had rov'd.
And evil felt within,
And loath'd the thought of sin.
Call’d up from earth to heav'n;
By gales of blessing driven.
When my last hour arrives :
Such only be your lives.