The promis'd seat of empire shall again
Cover the mountain, and command the plain;
And, from thy race distinguish'd, one shall spring,
Greater in act than victor, more than king
In dignity and power, sent down from heaven,
To succor Earth. To him, to him, 'tis given,
Passion, and care, and anguish, to destroy.
Through him, soft peace, and plenitude of joy,
Perpetual o'er the world redeem'd shall flow;
No more may man inquire, nor angel know.

"Now, Solomon! remembering who thou art,
Act through thy remnant life the decent part.
Go forth be strong: with patience and with care
Perform, and suffer: to thyself severe,
Gracious to others, thy desires suppress'd,
Diffus'd thy virtues; first of men! be best.
Thy sum of duty let two words contain;
(O may they graven in thy heart remain !)
Be humble, and be just." The angel said :-
With upward speed his agile wings he spread;
Whilst on the holy ground I prostrate lay,
By various doubts impell'd, or to obey,
Or to object; at length (my mournful look
Heaven-ward erect) determin'd, thus I spoke :
"Supreme, all-wise, eternal Potentate!
Sole Author, sole Disposer of our fate!
Enthron'd in light and immortality,
Whom no man fully sees, and none can see!
Original of beings! Power divine!

Since that I live, and that I think, is thine! Benign Creator! let thy plastic hand Dispose its own effect; let thy command Restore, Great Father! thy instructed son; And in my act may thy great will be done!"

THE THIEF AND THE CORDELIER,
A BALLAD:

To the Tune of King John and the Abbot of Canterbury.
WHO has e'er been at Paris, must needs know the
Grève,

The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave; Where Honor and Justice most oddly contribute To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.

Derry down, down, hey derry down. There Death breaks the shackles which Force had put on,

And the hangman completes what the judge but begun ;

There the squire of the pad, and the knight of the post, Find their pains no more balk'd, and their hopes

no more crost.

Derry down, &c.

Great claims are there made, and great secrets are known; [own; And the king, and the law, and the thief, has his But my hearers cry out, "What a deuce dost thou ail?

Cut off thy reflections, and give us thy tale." Derry down, &c.

The squire, whose good grace was to open the

scene,

Seem'd not in great haste that the show should begin :

Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave, but was loth to depart.
Derry down, &c.

"Twas there then, in civil respect to harsh laws, And for want of false witness to back a bad cause, A Norman, though late, was obliged to appear; And who to assist, but a grave Cordelier! Derry down, &c.

The reason of the thing is clear,
Would Jove the naked truth aver.
Cupid was with him of the party,
And show'd himself sincere and hearty;
For, give that whipster but his errand,
He takes my lord chief justice' warrant:
Dauntless as Death, away he walks;
Breaks the doors open, snaps the locks;
Searches the parlor, chamber, study;
Nor stops till he has culprit's body.

"Since this has been authentic truth,
By age deliver'd down to youth; ›
Tell us, mistaken husband, tell us,
Why so mysterious, why so jealous?
Does the restraint, the bolt, the bar,
Make us less curious, her less fair?
The spy, which does this treasure keep,
Does she ne'er say her prayers, nor sleep?
Does she to no excess incline?
Does she fly music, mirth, and wine?
Or have not gold and flattery power
To purchase one unguarded hour?

"Your care does further yet extend:
That spy
is guarded by your friend.-
But has this friend nor eye nor heart?
May he not feel the cruel dart,
Which, soon or late, all mortals feel?
May he not, with too tender zeal,
Give the fair prisoner cause to see,
How much he wishes she were free?
May he not craftily infer

The rules of friendship too severe,
Which chain him to a hated trust;
Which make him wretched, to be just?
And may not she, this darling she,

Youthful and healthy, flesh and blood,
Easy with him, ill us'd by thee,

Allow this logic to be good ?"

"Sir, will your questions never end? I trust to neither spy nor friend. In short, I keep her from the sight Of every human face."-"She'll write.""From pen and paper she's debarr'd.""Has she a bodkin and a card? She'll prick her mind."-" She will, you say: But how shall she that mind convey? I keep her in one room: I lock it: The key, (look here,) is in this pocket."— "The key-hole, is that left ?"-" Most certain."

"She'll thrust her letter through, Sir Martin."-
"Dear, angry friend, what must be done?
"Is there no way?""There is but one.
Send her abroad: and let her see,
That all this mingled mass, which she,
Being forbidden, longs to know,
Is a dull farce, an empty show,
Powder, and pocket-glass, and beau;
A staple of romance and lies,
False tears and real perjuries:
Where sighs and looks are bought and sold,
And love is made but to be told:

Where the fat bawd and lavish heir
The spoils of ruin'd beauty share;

And youth, seduc'd from friends and fame.
Must give up age to want and shame.
Let her behold the frantic scene,
The women wretched, false the men:
And when, these certain ills to shun,
She would to thy embraces run,

My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And, whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes.

Fair Chloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd;
I sung, and gaz'd; I play'd and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around

Remark'd, how ill we all dissembled.

THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.

In imitation of a Greek Idyllium.
CELIA and I, the other day,
Walk'd o'er the sand-hills to the sea:
The setting Sun adorn'd the coast,
His beams entire, his fierceness lost:
And, on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.
With secret joy I heard her say,
That she would never miss one day
A walk so fine, a sight so gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky;