'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear,

That prompts the wish to stay: He has incurred a long arrear,

And must despair to pay.

Pay!-follow Christ, and all is paid;

His death your peace insures;
Think on the grave where he was laid,

And calm descend to yours... "

ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

- For The year 1793,

De sacris autem hæc sit una sententia, ut conserventur,

. : Cic. DE LEG. But let us all concur in this one sentiment, that things

sacred be inviolate. , .;;. in illised

He lives who lives to God alone,

And all are dead beside;
For other source than God is none

Whence life can be supplied.

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To live to God is to requite

His love'as best we may:.
To make his precepts our delight,

His promises our stay..

But life, within a narrow ring

Of giddy joys comprized,
Is falsely named, and no such thing,

But rather death disguised.

Can life in them deserve the name,

Who only live fo prove ...
For what poor toys they can disclaim

An endless life above?

Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel;

Much menaced, nothing dread; Have wounds, which only God can heal,

Yet never ask his aid?

Who deem his house an useless placo,

Faith, want of common serise; And ardour in the Christian race;

A hypocrite's pretence?

Who trample order; and the day,

Which God asserts his own, Dishonour with unhallowed play,

And worship chance alone?

If scorn of God's commands, impressed

On word and deed, imply
The better part of man, unblessed

With life that cannot dic;

Such want it, and that want uncured

Till man resigns his breath, Speaks him a criminal, assured

Of everlasting death. .

Sad period to a pleasant course!

Yet so will God repay
Sabbaths profaned without remorse,

And mercy cast away.

Pause here, and think: a monitory rhime
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.

Consult life's silent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to say" Health here has long to reign?"
Hast thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye 's
That beams delight? an heart untaught to sigh?
Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease,
Anticipates a day it never sees; . .
And many a tomb, like HAMILTON'S, aloud
Exclaims, “ Prepare thee for an early, shroud:";:

EPITAPH ON A HARE.

HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,

Nor swifter greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,

Nor e'er heard hunteman's hallo',

Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,

Who, nursed with tender care,
And to domestic bounds confined,

Was still a wild Jack-hare. ;

Though duly from my hand he took :

His pittanco every night, ». He did it with a jealous looking:.''s . And, when he could, would bite.

His diet was of wheaten bread

And milk, and oats, and straw;
Thistles, or lettuces instead, . .

With sand to scour his maw.

On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,

On pippins' russet peel,
And, when his juicy salads failed,

Sliced carrot plčased him well.