The golden sun illumes the globe,
The burning torch, the saffron robe,
Just as of old, glad Hymen wears,
And Cupid, as of old, appears

In Hymen's train; so strange the case,
They hardly knew each other's face;
Yet both confess'd with glowing heart
They never were design'd to part;
Quoth Hymen, sure you're strangely slighted
At weddings not to be invited;

The reason's clear enough, quoth Cupid,
My company is thought but stupid,
Where Plutus is the favourite guest,
For he and I scarce speak at best.

The self-same sun which joins the twain, Sees FLAVIA sever'd from her swain: BELLARIO sues for a divorce,

And both pursue their sep❜rate course.
Oh wedded love, thy bliss how rare!
And yet the ill-assorted pair:

The pair who choose at Fashion's voice,
Or drag the chain of venal choice,
Have little cause to curse the State;
Who make, should never blame their fate;
Such flimsy ties, say where's the wonder,
If Doctors' Commons snap asunder.
In either case, 'tis still the wife,
Gives cast and colour to the life.
FLORIO escap'd from Fashion's school,
His heart and conduct learns to rule;
Conscience his useful life approves ;
He serves his God, his Country loves;

Reveres her laws, protects her rights, And, for her interests, pleads or fights; Reviews with scorn his former life,

And, for his rescue, thanks his Wife.

DAN AND JANE:

OR,

FAITH AND WORKS.

A TALE.

GOOD Dan and Jane were man and wife,

And liv'd a loving kind of life;

One point, however, they disputed,

And each by turns his mate confuted.

"Twas Faith and Works-this knotty question

They found not easy of digestion.

While Dan for Faith alone contended,

Jane equally good Works defended.

"They are not Christians sure, but Turks,
"Who build on Faith, and scoff at works,"
Quoth Jane - While eager Dan reply'd,
"By none but Heathens Faith's deny❜d.
"I'll tell you, wife," at length quoth Dan,
"A story of a right good man;
"A patriarch sage, of ancient days,
"A man of Faith, whom all must praise.
"In his own country he possess'd,
"Whate'er can make a wise man blest;
“His was the flock, the field, the spring,
"In short, a little rural king.

"Yet, pleas'd, he quits his native land,
"By faith in the Divine command.
"God bade him go; and he, content,
"Went forth, not knowing where he went;
"He trusted in the promise made,
"And, undisputing, straight obey'd.

"The Heavenly word he did not doubt,
“But prov'd his Faith by going out."
Jane answer'd, with some little pride
"I've an example on my side;

"And though my tale be somewhat longer,
"I trust you'll find it vastly stronger.
"I'll tell you, Daniel, of a man,
"The holiest since the world began:
"Who now God's favour is receiving,
"For prompt obeying, not believing.
"One only son this man possest,
"In whom his righteous age was blest ;

"And more, to mark the grace of Heaven,

"This son by miracle was given;

"And from this child the word Divine

"Had promis❜d an illustrious line.

"When lo! at once a voice he hears,
"Which sounds like thunder in his ears,
Go sacrifice thy son!

"God says

"This moment, Lord, it shall be done.

"He goes, and instantly prepares,
"To slay this child of many prayers.
"Now here you see the grand expedience,
"Of Works, of actual sound Obedience,
"This was not Faith, but act and deed,

"The Lord commands - the child shall bleed.

"Thus Abraham acted," Jenny cried; "Thus Abraham trusted," Dan replied.

"Abraham," quoth Jane, "why that's my man."
"No, Abraham's him I mean," says Dan:
"He stands a monument of Faith;"
"No, 'tis for Works the Scripture saith."
""Tis for his faith that I defend him:"
""Tis for obedience I commend him."
Thus he thus she-both warmly feel,
And lose their temper in their zeal ;
Too quick each other's choice to blame,
They did not see each meant the same.
At length, "Good wife," said honest Dan,
"We're talking of the self-same man.
"The works you praise I own, indeed,
"Grow from that faith for which I plead;
"And Abraham, whom for faith I quote,
"For works deserves especial note:
""Tis not enough of faith to talk,

"A man of God with God must walk :
"Our doctrines are at last the same,
"They only differ in the name.
"The faith I fight for, is the root;
"The works you value are the fruit.

"How shall you know my creed's sincere,
"Unless in works my faith appear?

"How shall I know a tree's alive,

"Unless I see it bear and thrive?

"Your works not growing on my root,
"Would prove they were not genuine fruit.
"If faith produce no works, I see,

"That faith is not a living tree.