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A gnat, an inscet of the meanest kind,

Offspring of God, no less thy pedigree, [be, Erase the new-born image from my

mind : What thou once wert, art now, and ftill may Some beastly want, craving, importunate, Thy God alone can tell, alone decree; Vile as the grinning maftirf at my gate, Faultless thou droppidst from his unerring skill, Calis off from heavenly truth this reas ’ning me, With the bare pow'r to fin, fince, free of will: And teils me I'm a brute as much as he. Yet charge not with thy guilt his bountcous love, If, or fublimer wings of love and praise, For who has pow'r to walk has pow'r to rove: My foul above the ftarry vault I raise,

Who acts by force impellid can nought deserve; Lurd by fome vain conceit, or Thameful luft, And wildom short of infinite may swerve. I fag, I drop, and futter in the duft.

Borne on thy new-imp'd wings, thou took'st thy The tow ring lark thus, from her lofty strain, Left thy Creator, and the realms of light; [flight, Sirops to an emmet, or a barley grain.

Disdain'd his gentle precept to fulfil,
Be adverse gufts of jarring instincts tost, And thought to grow a god by doing ill:
I rore to one, now to the other coast;

Though by foul guilt thy heav'nly form defac'd, To bli's unknown my lofty foul aspires, In nature chang'd, from happy mansions chas’d, N; loc unequal to my valt delires.

Thou still retain ft fome sparks of heavenly fire, As mcnft the hinds a child of ioyal birth а

Too faint to mount, yet restless to aspire ; Finds his high pedigree by conscious worth ; Angel enough to seek thy bliss again, So man, amongst his feliow brutes expos'd, And brute enough to make thy Search in vain. Ses he's a king, but 'tis a king depos’d. The crcatures now withdraw their kindly use, Pity him, beafts! you by no law contin'd, Some fly thce', fome torment, and some seduce ; And larrid from devious paths by being blind; Repast ill-suited to such diff'rent guests, Wailft man, through op'ning views of various For what thy fense desires, thy foul distastes;

Thy lust, thy curiosity, thy pride, Confounded, by the aid of knowledge strays; Curb'd, or deserv'd, or baulk'd, or gratified, Too weak to choose, yet choosing atill in haste, Rage on, and make thee equally unbless'd [fess’d. One moment gives the pleasure and disaste; In what thou want'st, and what thou hast pofBilka by past minutes, while the prefent cloy, In vain thou hop'st for bliss on this poor clod; The flatt'ring future still must give the joy : Return and seek thy Father and thy God; Not happy, but amus'd upon the road,

Yet think not to regain thy native sky, And (like you) thoughtless of his last abode, Borne on the wings of vain philofophy! Whether next lun his being fhall restrain Mysterious passage! hid from human eyes ; To endless nothing, happiness, or pain. Soaring you'll link, and finking you will rise : Around me, lo! the thinking thoughtless crew Let humble thoughts thy wary footsteps guide; (B-wilder'd each) their diff'rent paths pursue; Repair by meckness what you lost by pride. Of them I ask the way; the first replies, Thou art a god; and sends me to the skies : § 264. Lrfons of Wisdom. ARMSTRONG. Dowtion the turf

, the next, two two-legg d beast, Hot to live happieft ; how avoid the pains; There fix thy lot, thy bliss and endless reft: The disappointments, and disgusts of those Between these wide extremes the length is such, Who wculd in pleasure all their hours employ I find I know too little or too much.

The precepts here of a divine old man "Almighty Pow'r, by whole most wise com- I could recite. Tho'old, he still retain'd mand,

His manly fense, and energy of mind. • Helpless, forlorn, uncertain here I stand; Virtuous and wise he was, but not fevere ; * Take this faint glimm'ring of thyself away,

He still remember'd that he once was youngi • Or break into my soul with perfect day ! His ealy presence check'd no decent joy. This faid, expanded lay the sacred text, Him even the diffolute admir'd ; The balin, the light, the guide of fouls perplex'd. A graceful looseness when he pleas'd put on, Thus the benighted traveller that strays And laughing could instruct. Much bad he read, Through doubtful paths, enjoys the morning rays: Much more had seen ; he studied from the life, The nightly mist, and thick descending dew, And in th'original perus’d mankind. Parting, unfold the fields and vaulted blue. Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, : 0 Truth divine ! enlightend by thy ray, He piticd man; and much he pitied those

I grope and guess no more, but see my way; Whom falsely-sıniling fate has curs'd with means ! Thou clear'dst the secret of my high descent, To ditsipate their days in queft of joy.

And told'st me what those mystic tokens meant; Our aim is happiness : 'tis yours, 'tis mine,
Marks of my birth, which I had worn in vain, He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live;
• Too hard for worldly sages to explain. Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain'd.
. Zeno's were vain, vain Epicurus' schemes, But they the widest wander from the mark,
• Their systems false, delusive were their dreams; Who thro’ the flow'ry paths of faun’tring Joy

Unikill'd my twofold nature to divide, Seek this coy goddess; that from stage to stage
Onc nurs'd mypleasure, and one nurs'd mypride; Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue.
Thole jarring truths which huınan art beguile, For, not to name the pains that pleasure brings
Thy sacred page thus bids me reconcile. To counterpoife itself, relentless Fate



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Forbids that we thro' gay voluptuous wilds For ever just, benevolent and wise: Should ever roam : and were the Fates morc kind, That Virtue's awful steps, howe'er pursued Our narrow luxuries would soon be ftale.

By vexing Fortune and intrusive Pain, Were these exhaustless, Nature would grow sick, I should never be divided from her chaste, And, cloy’d with pleasure, squeamithly complain Her fair attendant, Pleasure. Need I urge That all was vanity, and life a dream.

Thy tardy thought through all the various round Let nature rest : bc busy for yourself,

Of this existence, that thy soft'ning foul And for your friend; be busy even in vain, At length may learn what energy the hand Rather than teaze her sated appetites.

Of Virtue mingles in the bitter tide Who never fasts, no banquet c'er enjoys; Of passion fweiling with distress and pain, Who never toils or watches, never ficeps. To mitigate the Tharp with gracious drops Let nature reft: and when the taste of joy Of cordial Pleasure: Ask the faithful youth, Grows keen, indulge; but shun satiety. Why the cold urn of her whom long hc lorid

'Tis not for mortals always to be bleft. So often fills his arms; fo often draws But him the least the dull or painful hours His lonely footsteps at the filent hour, Of life oppress, whom 1ober Sense conducts, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears? And Virtue, thro' this labyrinth we trcad. O! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Virtue and Senie I mcan not to disjoin; Should ne'er seduce his bofom to forego Virtue and Sense are one : and, trust me, he That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Who has not virtue, is not truly wise.

Of care and envy, sweet remembrance fooths Virtue (for mere Good-nature is a fool) With virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, Is sense and spirit, with humanity :

And turns his tears to rapture.---Ask the crowd Tis sometimes angry, and its frown confounds; Which flics impatient from the village-walk 'Tis even vindictive, but in vengeance juft. To climb the neighb’ring cliffs, when far below Knaves fain would laugh at it; some great ones The cruel winds have hurld upon the coast But at his heart the mott undaunted lon (dare; Some hapless bark; while sacred pity melts Of fortune dreads its name and awful charms. The gen'ral eye, or terror's icy hand To noblest uses this determines wealth:

Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair; This is the solid pomp of prosperous days, While every mother closer to her breast The peace and fhelter of adversity.

Catches her child, and pointing where the waves And if you pant for glory, build your fame Foam thro’ the shatter'd veffel, thricks aloud, On this foundation, which the secret shock

As one poor wretch, that spreads his piteous arms Defies of Envy and all sapping Time.

For fuccour, swallow'd by the roaring furge, The gaudy gloss of Fortune only strikes

As now another, dath'd against the rock The vulgar eye : the suffrage of the wise,

Drops lifeless down. O decmest thou indeed The praise that's worth ambition, is attain'd No kind endcarment here by nature giv'n By sente alone, and dignity of mind.

To mutual terror and compallion's tears? Virtuc, the strength and beauty of the soul, No swoctly-melting foftness which attracts, Is the best gift of Heaven: a happiness

O'er all that edge of pain, the social pow'rs That even above the Imiles and frowns of fate

To this their proper action and their end !-Exalts grcat Naturc's favourites: a wealth Ask thy own heart; when at the midnight hour, That ne'er encumbers, nor to bafer hands Slow thro' that studious gloom thy pauling ce Can be transferr'd: it is the only good

Led by the glimm'ring taper moves around Man justly boasts of, or can call his own. The sacred volumes of the dead, the songs Riches are oft by guilt and bafeness carn'd; Of Grecian bards, and records writ by fame Or dealt by chance to thield a lucky knare, For Grecian herocs, where the present pow'r On throw a crucl sunshine on a fool.

Of heaven and earth surveys th'immortal page, But for one end, one much-negleétud use, E'en as a father bleiling, while he reads Are riches worth your care (for Nature's wants

The praises of his son ; if then thy foul, Are few, and without opuicnce supplied)- Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days; This noble end is, to produce the Soul, Mix in their decds and kindle with thcir Hame : To Thew the virtues in their fairest light; Say, when the prospect blackens on thy vicu ; To inake Humanity the minister

When rooted from the base, heroic states Of bounteous Providence; and teach the breast Mourn in the dust and tremble at the frown That generous luxury the Gods enjoy.

Of curst ambition ; — when the pious band Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly Sage

Of youths that fought for freedom and their fires

, Sometimes declaim d. of right and wrong he Lic side by side in gore ; --when ruffian-pride Truths as refin'd as ever Athens hcard; [taught Ulurps the throne of justice, turns the pomp And(itrange totell!)he practis'd what he preach'd. Of public pow'r, the majesty of rule,

The fword, the laurel, and the purple robe, § 265. The Pain arising from virtuous Emotions To Navish empty pageants, to adorn

attended with Pleafire. AKENSIDE. A tyrant's walk, and glitter in the eyes BEDOLD the ways

Of luch as bow the knee ;---when honour'd urns Of Heaven's eternal destiny to man,

Of patriots and of chiefs, the awful bust



not forget thee.

And foried arch, to glue the coward race

The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
Oí regal enry, strew the public vay

A voice is heard of praise, and love.
With hallow'd ruins !—when the muse's haunt, As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
The marble porch where wisdom, wont to talk And sooth, with charge of bliss, the soul,
With Socrates or Tully, hears no more, Oh never may their imiling train
Sare the hoarse jargon of contentious monks, Pass o'er the human scene in vain !
Or female fuperftition's midnight pray'r;-

But oft, as on the charm we gaze,
When ruthless rapine from the hand of Time Attune the wond'ring foul to praise;
Tears the destroying scythe, with surer blow And be the joys that most we prize
To sweep the works of glory from their base; The joys that from thy favour rite!
Till defolation o’er the grass-grown street,
Expands his raven-wings, and up the wall,
Where fenates once the pride of monarchs doom'd, § 267. A Parapbrafe on Isaiah xlix. 150

Miis WILLIAMS, Hisses the gliding snake thro' hoary weeds That claip the mould'ring column;—thus defac’d, Can a woman farget her fucking çmild, that the mould not have com;

paifion on the top of her womb ? Yea, they may forget ; yui vallt Thus widely mournful when the prospect thrills Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's tear

HEAVEN Speaks! Oh Nature, listen and rejoice! Starts from thine eye, and thy extended arm

Oh spread from pole to pole this gracious voice! In fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jose

“ Say every breast of human frame, that prover To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow, “ The boundless force with which a parent loves, Or dalh Octavius from the trophied car; “ Sav, can a mother from her yearning heart Say, does thy secret foul repine to taste

“ Bid the soft image of her child depart ! The big distress? Or wouldst thou then exchange She! whom strong infinĉt arms with strengthe Those heart-ennobling forrows, for the lot

1 to bear Of him who fits amid the gaudy herd

“ All forms of ill, to field that dearest care; Of mute barbarians bending to his nod,

“ She! who with anguish fung, with madnesswild, And bears aloft his gold-invested front,

« Will ruth on death to save her threaten'd child; And says within himself, “ I am a king, [woe - All felfish feelings banith'd from her breast, " And wherefore should the clam'rous voice of Her life one aim to make another's bleft. " Intrude upon mine car?" The baleful dregs “ When her vex'd infant to her bofom clings, Of thele late ages, this inglorious draught “ When round her neck his eager arms he flings: Of servitude and folly, have not yet,

“ Breathes to her lift’ning foul his melting fighe Bleft be th'Eternal Ruler of the world! “ And lifts fuffus'd with tears his alking eye! Defil'd to such a depth of sordid Name

6. Will the for all ambition can attain, The native honours of the human soul,

“ The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Nor fo cfac'd the image of its fire.

“ Betray strong Nature's feelings; will lhe prove

“ Cold to the claims of duty, and of love? § 266. A Paraphrafe on Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17. “ But should the mother from her yearning heart

Miss WILLIAMS. “ Bid the foft image of her child depart ; The day is thise, the night also is thine; thou haft prepared the light

“ When the vex'd infant to her bofom clings,

“ When round her neck his eager arms he fings ; Thou nak let all the borders of the earth; chou had made summer

“ Should she unpitying hear his melting figh, My God! all nature owns thy fway, “ And view unmov'd the tear that fills his eye;

Thou giv'ft the night, and thou the day ! « Should she for all ambition can attain, When all thy lov'd creation wakes,

“ The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,

“ Betray strong Nature's feelings-Thould the And bathes in dew the op’ning power,

prove To thee we owe her fragrant hour;

“ Cold to the claims of duty, and of love ! And when the pours her choral song,

“ Yet never will the God, whose word gave birth Her melodies to thee belong!

“ To yon illumin'd orbs, and this fair earth ; Or when, in paler tints array'd,

“ Whothro'thc boundless depths oftrackless space The evening slowly spreads her shade ; “ Bade new-wak’dbeautyspread each perfect grace; That soothing ihade, that grateful gloom, “ Yet when he form'd the vast stupendous whole, Can more than day's enliv’ning bloom

“ Shed his best bounties on the human soul; Sall every fond and vain desire,

“ Which reason's light illumes, which friendship And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ; From earth the pensive spirit frec,

" Which pity softens, and which virtue charms; And lead the foften'd heart to Thee.

“ Which feels the pure affections gen’rous glow, In every scene thy hands have drest,

“ Shares others joy, and bleeds for others woeIn every form by thưe impreft,

" Oh never will the gen’ral Father prove Upon the mountain's awful head,

“ Of man forgetful, man the child of love!" Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread; When all those plancts in their ample spheres In every note that swells the gale,

Have wing d their course, and roll d their destin'd Or tuncful stream that cheers the valo, ycars ;


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Воок І. When the vast sun shall veil his golden light Thou righteous Law! whose clear and useful light Deep in the gloom of ercrlafting night; Sheds on the mind a ray divinely bright; When wild,dcítructive flames shall wrap the skies, Condensing in one rule whate'er the fage When Chaos triumphs, and when Nature dies; Has proudly taught, in many a labour'd page; Man thall alone the wreck of worlds survive, Bid every heart thy hailow'd voice revere, 'Midst falling spheres, immortal man fhall live! To justice facred, and to nature dear! The voice which bade the last dread thunders roll, Shall whisper to the good, and cheer their foul.

§ 269., A Paraphrase on the latter Part of the God shall hinself his favour'd creature guide Sixth Chapter of St. Matthew. THOMSON. Where living waters pour their blissful tide, Where the enlarg'd, exulting, wond'ring mind

WHEN my breast labours with oppreffive care, Shall foar, from weaknels and from guiit refin di While all my warring paflions are at strife,

And o cr my cheek descends the falling tear; 'Where perfect knowledge, bright with cloudless

0, let me listen to the words of life! rays, Shall gild eternity's unmcasur'd davs ;

Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart, Where friendship, unembitter'd by distrust,

And thus he rais'd from earth the drooping heart. Shall in immortal bands unite the just;

Think not, when all your fcanty stores afford Devotion rais'd to rapture breathe her strain,

Is filead at once upon the sparing board;
And love in his eternal triumph reign!

Think not, when worn the homely robe appears,
While on the roof the howling tempest bears,

What farther thall this feeble life fustain, § 268. A Paraphraje on Matt, vii. 12.

And what thall clothe these shiv'ring limbs again. Miss WILLIAMS.

Say, does not life its nourishment exceed ? Whatfocver ye would that men nould do to you, do ye even 15

And the fair body its investing weed?

Echold! and look away your low despairPRECEPT dicine to earth in mercy given,

O sacred rule of action, worthy heaven! See the light tenants of the barren air : Whose pitying love ordain'd the bless'd command To them nor stores nor granaries bclong; To bind our nature in a firmer band;

Nought but the woodland and the pleasing song Enforce each human fuff 'rer's strong appeal,

Yct, your kind hcav'nly Father bends his eye And teach the fellith brcast what others feel;

On the least wirg that fits along the sky. Wert thou the guide of life, mankind might know To him they fing, when spring renows thic A soft cxemption from the worst of woe;

plain; No more the powerful would the weak oppress, To him they cry, in winter's pinching reign; But tyrants learn the luxury to bless;

Nor is their music nor their plaint in vain: No more would sav'ry bind a hopeless train He hears the gay and the distressful calk, Of human victims, in her galling chain; And with unfparing bounty fills them all. Mercy the hard, the cruel heart would move

Observe the riling lily's Inowy grace, To foften mis'ry by the decds of love ;

Observe the various vegetable race; And av'rice from his hoarded treasures give

They neither toil nor fpin, but careiefs grovt, Unafk'd, the liberal boon, that want might live! Yet see how warm they bluth! how bright they The impious tongue of falsehood then would ccafe glow! To blast, with dark suggestions, virtue's peace;

What regal vestments can with them compare ! No more would spleen or pallion banith reít,

What king so thining ! or what queen fo fair! And plant a pang in fond affection's breast;

If, ceaseless, thus the fowls of heav'n he feeds, By one harsh word, one alter'd look, destroy

If o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads; and wither every op’ning joy;

Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say? Scarce can her tongue the captious wrong explain, Is he unwise: or, are ye less than they The light offence which gives so deep a pain ! Th' affected ease that lights her starting fear, § 270. Reflections on a Future State, from a The words whose coldnets kills from lips so dear;

Review of Winter. THOMSON. The hand The loves, alone can point the dart, Whofchidden iting could wound no other heari- TIS donc ! dicad Winter spreads his latest

glooms, These, of all pains the sharpcit we endure, The breast which now infliets, would spring to How dead the vegetable kingdom lies !

And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.

How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends No more deserted genius then would fly

His defolate domain. Behold, fond man! To breathe in folitude his hopeless ligh;

See here thy pictur'd life: pass fome few years, No more would Fortune's partial smile debase The spirit, rich in intellectual grace;

Thy flow'ring Spring, thy Summer's ardent Who views unmov’d from scenes where pleasures And pale concluding Winter comes at last,

Thy sober Autumn fading into age, [strength, bloom,

And Îhuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fed The flame of genius sunk in mis’ry's gloom ; The soul heav'n form d to soar, by avant depreft, of happiness ? those longings after fame ?

Those dreams of greatness? those unfolid hos Norheeds the wrongs that pierce a kindred breaft. Thote rekless carcs : thole busy bustling days?


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Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those vcering | To pour in virtue at th' attentive eye, thoughts

And waft the soul on wings of ecstasy; Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life? For this the painter's art with nature vies, All now are vanilh'd ! Virtue sole survives, And bids the visionary saint arise : Immortal never-failing friend of man,

Who views the sacred forms in thought aspires, His guide to happiness on high. And see ! Catches purc zcal, and as he gazes, fires; 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Fetis the same ardour to his breast convey'd ; Of heaven and earth! awak’ning nature hears Is what he sces, and emulates the shade. The new-creating word, and starts to life, Thy strokes, great Artist, so sublime appear, In ev'ry heighten'd form, from pain and death They check our pleasure with an awful fear; For ever free. The great eternal scheme,

While thro' the mortal line the God you trace, Insolving all, and in a perfect whole

Author himself and Heir of Jeffe's race, Uniting as the prospect wider spreads,

In raptures we admire thy bold design, To reaton's eye refin'd clears up apace,

And, as the subject, own thc hand divine. Ye rainly wile ! ye blind presumptuous ! now, While thro' thy work the rising day shall stream, Confounded in the dust, adore that Pow'r So long shall last thine honour, praise, and name. And Wildom oft arraign'd ; see now the cause And may thy labours to the Musc impart Why unafTuming worth in secret liv'd,

Some emanation from her sister art, Aod died neglected : why the good man's share To animate the verse, and bid it shine In life was gall and bitterness of soul :

In colours easy, bright, and strong as thine ! Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd Supine on earth an awful figure lies, In starving folitude ; while luxury,

While softest flumbers seem to seal his eyes; In palaces, lay straining her low thought, The hoary fire Heaven's guardian care demands, To form unreal wants : why heaven-born truth, And at his feet the watchful angel stands. And moderation fair, wore the red marks The form august and large, the mien divine, Of fuperftition's scourge: why licens d pain,

Betray the founder of Meriah's line*. That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, Lo ! from his loins the promis'd stem ascend, Embitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distress'd ! And high to Heaven its sacred boughs extend: Ye noble few! who here unbending stand

Each limb productive of some hero springs, Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile,

And blooms luxuriant with a race of kings. And what your bounded view, which only faw Th'eternal plant wide spreads its arms around, A Lnle part, deem'd evil, is no more :

And with the mighty branch the mystic top is The forms of Wintry Time will quickly pass,

crown'd. And one unbounded Spring encircle all.

And lo! the glories of th’illustrious line

At their first dawn with ripen'd splendours fina, 6271. A Prayer in the Prospect of Death. Burns, In David all express’d; the good, the great, 0 THOU unknown Almighty Cause

The king, the hero, and the man complete. Of all my hope and fear!

Serene he fits, and sweeps the golden lyre, Ia whole dread Piclence, erç an hour,

And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire. Perhaps I must appear !

Sce! with what art he strikes the vocal strings, If I have wander'd in those paths

The God, his theme, inspiring what he sings!

Hark- -or our cars delude us--from his tongue Of life J ought to fhun,

Sweet flows, or secins to flow, fome heavenly long. A. Something loudly in my breast

Oh could thine art arrest the fleeting sound, Retnonstrates I have done ;

And paint the voice in magic numbers bound; Thou know'st tha: Thou hast formed me Could the warm sun, as erst when Memnon With passions wild and strong;

play'd, And list ning to their witching voice

Wake with his rising beam the yocal shade; Has often Icd me wrong.

Then might he draw th' attentive angels down, Where human weaknefs has come short,

Bending to hear the lay, so sweet, so like their Or frailty stept aside, Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art,

On either side the monarch's offspring shine, In shades of darkness hide.

And some adorn, and some disgrace their line. Where with intention I have err'd,

Here Ammon glories; proud incestuous lord !

This hand sustains the robe, and that the sword. No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and goodness still

Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he

tow'rs, Delightech to forgive.

And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs.

There Abfalom the ravi h'd sceptre sways, ( 272. The Genealogy of Christ

, as it is repre. And his stolen honour all his shame displays ; sented on the East Window of Winchester Col- The base usurper Youth! who joins in one lege Chapel. Written at Winian School, by Dr. The rebel subject and th’ungrateful fon. LOWTH.

Amid the royal race, soe Nathan stand : To clevare the mind, and plçase the right,

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