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Long time a breeding-place they sought, Till both grew
vex'd and tired; At length a ship arriving brought
The good so long desired.
Afford them place of rest?
The homeless birds a nest?
This racer of the sea
It served them with a tree.
The tree they call a Mast,
Through which the tackle pass’d. Within that cavity aloft
Their roofless home they fix'd, Form’d with materials neat and soft,
Bents, wool, and feathers mix’d. Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor,
With russet specks bedight-
And lessens to the sight.
As she had changed her kind;
the male? Far wiser he Is doubtless left behind ? No-Soon as from ashore he saw
The winged mansion move, He flew to reach it, by a law
Of never failing love.
Then perching at his consort's side
Was briskly borne along,
And cheer'd her with a song.
His feather'd shipmates eyes,
Than when he tows a prize.
And from a chance so new
And may his hopes be true!
Not even birds can hide,
Whom nothing could divide.
Your matrimonial plan,
In company with man.
We English often show,
But wantonness and woe.
The same resource to prove,
Instruct us how to love!
FOUNDED ON A FACT, WHICH HAPPENED IN JANUARY, 1779,
WHERE Humber pours his rich commercial stream,
[pheme. There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blasIn subterraneous caves his life he led, Black as the mine, in which he wrought for bread. When on a day, emerging from the deep, A sabbath-day (such sabbaths thousands keep!) The wages of his weekly toil he bore To buy a cock—whose blood might win him more; As if the noblest of the feather'd kind Were but for battle and for death design'd; As if the consecrated hours were meant For sport, to minds on cruelty intent; It chanced (such chances Providence obey), He met a fellow-labourer on the way, Whose heart the same desires had once inflamed; But now the savage temper was reclaim’d. Persuasion on his lips had taken place; For all plead well who plead the cause of grace. His iron-heart with Scripture he assail’d, Woo'd him to hear a sermon, and prevaild. His faithful bow the mighty preacher drew, Swift, as the lightning-glimpse, the arrow flew. He wept; he trembled; cast his eyes around, To find a worse than he; but none he found. He felt his sins, and wonder'd he should feel. Grace made the wound, and grace alone could heal.
Now farewell oaths, and blasphemies, and lies! He quits the sinner's for the martyr's prize. "That holy day was wash'd with many a tear, Gilded with hope, yet shaded too by fear. The next his swarthy brethren of the mine Learn'd, by his alter'd speech—the change divine! Laugh'd when they should have wept, and swore
Was nigh, when he would swear as fast as they.
PLANT OF VIRGIN'S-BOWER
DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN-SEAT.
THRIVE, gentle plant! and weave a bower
For Mary and for me,
Thy foliage large and free.
(If truly I divine) Some future day the' illustrious head
Of Him who made thee mine,
284 A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S-BOWER.
And Envy seize the bay,
Such honour'd brows as they.
And with convincing power;
Be crown’d with Virgin's-bower?
EPIGRAM. To purify their wine some people bleed A lamb into the barrel, and succeed; No nostrum, planters say, is half so good To make fine sugar, as a negro's blood. Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs, 'Tis in the blood of innocence aloneGood cause why planters never try their own.
EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. TEARs flow, and cease not, where the good man Till all who knew him follow to the skies. [lies, Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep; Him wife, friends, brothers, children, servants
weepAnd justly-few shall ever him transcend As husband, parent, brother, master, friend. .
END OF VOL. I.
C. TUhittingham, College House, Chiswick.