Each leaf in military form appears

Arm'd with a range of vegetable spears.
Thus nature fhows in emblematic fenfe
Her perfevering virtue and defence.

The rude, unletter'd natives of this land,
When ftruck by power, or pain's oppreffive hand,
In accents flow and fad, exprefs their moan,
And, to this hour, sob out and cry, Oh HONE! +
But thofe, whom arts and education fire,
Who into nature's curious laws enquire,
Place portions of this ever-verdant tree
In Neagh's peaceful petrifying fea,

Where, steep'd a time, it hardens into ftone,
And thus becomes the edge-beftowing HONE.

THE COTER I E.2

FOND Girl! you ask the reason why
At you the shafts of flander fly,

And wherefore Beldames, old and young,
Against you arm the flippant tongue?

Say rather, How can you remain
Blind to what others see so plain ?

Alas! uncenfur'd, few inherit
Wit, Beauty, Elegance and Merit;

Diveft yourself of all the four,

And be like them, they'll rail no more:

THE

LORD Cobweb, a reputed wit,

Premier and patron of Deceit,

A Code of institution writ,

How, like himself, the world to cheat ::

A courtly art, or fame fays wrong,
By others known and practis'd long-
The Gem, which comes a Brilliant forth,.
Shines at the expence of folid worth;
But your good heart and fenfe, my dear!
Have nothing from the world to fear.
The best of shapes and first of faces
Can ne'er be injur'd by the Graces.
September 17th, 1793.

1 THE HONE-A fpecies of ftone found at Lough Neagh in the province of Ulfter, of which Hones for whetting Razors are made, fuppofed to be Holly converted into that fubftance by a fingular petrifying quality attributed to the Lake.—* Burning nettle, urtica urens. Oh Hone! the customary plaintive ejaculation of the native Irish.-This was written as a school exercise, the motto being the Thesis prescribed for the purpose.

2 THE COTERIE.-To a young Lady, enquiring how she could, be the object of malevolent animadverfion, which she was never in the way of having provoked,

3 THE MIRROUR.-To a young Lady, against whom the powers of detraction were lavishly exerted by certain charitable dowagers, at a certain party a-la-mode, under a denomination of fome confequence in the fyftem of a late archedidafcalic Peer.

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ALL hail to HIM, who fits on high !
TO HIM your chearful voices raise !
TO HIM, the Ruler of the Sky,

Be Glory! Honour! Love! and Praise!

Ye Wife! ye Good! in age, in youth,
The Song of Joy, O, never cease!
His words are all the words of Truth;
And all His paths the paths of Peace!

This globe of earth, the fea, the air,

Were form'd by HIS all-wife command;
The Heavens and all their Hofts declare
The work of an Almighty Hand:

The rough wild fea His voice obeys,

When the loud winds the waves deform;

He walks (how wonderous all His ways!)
On the broad pinions of the ftorm:

When all this fair creation lay

Involv'd in univerfal night,

Hi fpake the word, and all was Day;
HE fpake the word, and all was Light:

HE

HE fees the fecrets of the heart;

He fearches all the human foul;

His skill directs in every part;

His power informs the wonderous Whole.

'Twas HE! JEHOVAH! King! and God! Gave us to breathe this vital air;

We are the children of HIS nod,

His laft beft work, His dearest care.

The earth fhall moulder into duft,

And life's gay dream fhall pass away;
Rejoice, ye Good! Rejoice, ye Just!
His glory never shall decay!

All hail! JEHOVAH! King and God!
Ye nations all, adore His name!
Approach, approach His high abode,

With thanks, with joy, and loud acclaim!

All hail to HIM, who fits on high!

To HIM your chearful voices raise !

TO HIM, the Ruler of the Sky,

Be Glory! Honour! Love! and Praise!

HYMN.

PARENT of Good! O God fupreme !
The helpless Orphan's friend!

Thy gracious aid the wretched claim,
To thee their cries afcend:

With tender pity warm each heart,
With charity divine;

And boundless blifs to thofe impart

Whofe works resemble thine.

When, cloath'd with terrors, God fhall rife,

To scourge a nation's pride;

When, wing'd with death, his lightning flies,
And fpreads deftruction wide;

When earthquakes burft the trembling sphere,
And nature's face deform,

Your pious alms fhall guard you there,
And fhield you from the ftorm.

Since God, with unexampled care,
Beftows what you poffefs,

'Tis yours, the gifts of heaven to share,
And while he bleffes, blefs.

Think, while you bid the fruitful ftream
Of Chriftian bounty flow,

That angels fhall in heaven proclaim

Each mercy fhown below.

* This Hymn was fet to music and sung at a Charity Sermon fcon after the earthquake at Lisbon.

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