Where, fick of glory, faction, power and pride,
(Sure judge how empty all, who all had triẻd)
Beneath his palms the weary Chief repofed,
And life's great scene in quiet virtue closed.

*

With fhame that other famed retreat I fee
Adorned by art, difgraced by luxury ;
Where Orleans wafted every vacant hour,
In the wild riot of unbounded power;
Where feverish debauch, and impious love,
Stained the mad table and the guilty grove.
With these amusements is the friend detained;
Pleafed and inftructed by a foreign land;
Yet oft a tender with recals my mind
From present joys, to dearer left behind.

O native ifle! fair freedom's happiest feat,
At thought of thee my bounding pulses beat;
At thought of thee my heart impatient burns,
And all my country on my foul returns.
When I shall see thy fields, whofe plenteous grain,
No power can ravish from the induftrious fwain?
When kifs with pious love the facred earth,

That gave a Burleigh, or a Ruffel birth?

When, in the shade of laws, that long have flood

Propped by their care, or ftrengthened by their blood, Of fearless independence wifely vain,

The proudest flave of Bourbon's race difdain.

Yet O! what doubt, what fad prefaging voice
Whispers within, and bids me not rejoice;
Bids me contemplate every state around,
From fultry Spain to Norway's icy bound;
Bids their loft rights, their ruined glories fee;
And tells me, thefe, like England, once were free.

* St. Cloud.

Bishop

Bishop CORBET to his Son Vincent Corbet, two years of age. HAT I fhall leave thee, none can tell,

WHAT

But all fhall fay I wifh thee well.

I wish thee, Vin. before all wealth,

Both bodily and ghoftly health:

Not too much wealth, nor wit come to thee,
Too much of either may undo thee.
I wish thee learning, not for fhow,
Enough for to inftruct and know;
Not fuch as Gentlemen require,
To prate at table, or at fire.
I wish thee all thy mother's graces,
Thy father's fortunes and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at court,
Not to build on, but support,
To keep thee not in doing many
Oppreffions, but from suffering any.
I wish thee peace in all thy ways,
Nor lazy, nor contentious days;
And when thy foul and body part,
As innocent, as now thou art.

ENGLISH DOGGERE L.

An Epitaph.

*UNDERNEETHE this stone doth lye

The body of Mr. Humphrie

Jones, who was of late

By trade a tin plate

Worker, in Barbicanne

Well known to be a goode man

By all his friends and neighbours too

And paid every bodie their due

He died in the year 1737

Aug. 4th aged 80 his foul we hopes in heven

*The above is found on a Grave-Stone in Pancras Church-Yard, within a mile of London! and is here inferted (verbatim) to keep Scotland in countenance. See page 564 of the preceding Volume.

REV RICH DILLON, AB. OF TRIN: COLL. DUB

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THE

Arminian Magazine,

For APRIL 1785.

*

An EXTRACT from Dr. WHITBY's Difcourfes on the FIVE POINTS.

5.

CHAP. I. Concerning the Decree of Reprobation.

A

[Continued from page 125.]

Fourth fcripture fpeaks of men before ordained to this condemnation: here therefore feems to be an appoint ment of men to damnation.

Answer. The verse in the Greek runs thus, Some ungodly men turning the grace of God into lafcivioufnefs have entered into (the Church) οἱ πάλαι προγεγραμμένοι εἰς τέλο τό κρῖμα, i. e. of whom it was before written that this fhould be their fentence or punishment, or as it is in the parallel place of St. Peter, oïs tò κρῖμα ἐκπάλαι ἐκ ἁργῖι, to whom the fentence of old pronounced doth not linger. Now, that this cannot be meant of any divine appointment of them to eternal damnation before they had a being, is evident, 1. Because it cannot be thought without horror that He, who is the Lover of fouls, fhould appoint VOL. VIII.

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