Who have trac'd it in characters here,

So elegant, even, and neat,

He had laugh'd at the critical sneer

Which he seems to have trembled to meet.

And sneer, if you please, he had said,
A nymph shall hereafter arise

Who shall give me, when you are all dead,
The glory your malice denies;

Shall dignity give to my lay,

Although but a mere bagatelle;

And even a poet shall say,

Nothing ever was written so well.

INSCRIPTION

For a Stone erected at the Sowing of a Grove of Oaks at Chillington, the Seat of T. Giffard, Esq. 1790,

[JUNE 1790.]

OTHER stones the era tell,
When some fceble mortal fell;

I stand here to date the birth

Of these hardy sons of Earth,

Which shall longest brave the sky,
Storm and frost-these oaks or I?

Pass an age or two away,

I must moulder and decay,

But the years that crumble me

Shall invigorate the tree,

Spread its branch, dilate its size,

Lift its summit to the skies.

Cherish honour, virtue, truth,

So shalt thou prolong thy youth.

Wanting these, however fast

Man be fixt, and form'd to last,

He is lifeless even now,

Stone at heart, and cannot grow.

ANOTHER,

For a Stone erected on a similar occasion at the same place in the following year.

[JUNE 1790.]

READER! Behold a monument

That asks no sigh or tear,

Though it perpetuate the event

Of a great burial here.

Anno 1791.

HYMN

FOR THE USE OF THE

SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY.

[JULY 1790.]

HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r, In heaven thy dwelling-place,

From infants made the public care,

And taught to seek thy face!

Thanks for thy Word and for thy Day;
And grant us, we implore,

Never to waste in sinful play

Thy holy Sabbaths more.

Thanks that we hear-but oh! impart

To each desires sincere,

That we may listen with our heart,

And learn as well as hear.

For if vain thoughts the minds engage

Of elder far than we,

What hope that at our heedless age

Our minds should e'er be free?

Much hope, if thou our spirits take
Under thy gracious sway,

Who canst the wisest wiser make,
And Babes as wise as they.

Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,

A sun that ne'er declines;

And be thy mercies show'r'd on those
Who placed us where it shines.*

* Note by the Editor.-This Hymn was written at the request of the Rev. James Bean, then Vicar of Olney, to be sung by the children of the Sunday Schools of that town, after a Charity Sermon, preached at the parish church for their benefit, on Sunday, July 31, 1790.