Where, fick of glory, faction, power and pride,
(Sure judge how empty all, who all had tried)
Beneath his palms the weary Chief reposéd,
And life's great scene in quiet virtue closed.
With shame that other famed retreat I fee
Adorned by art, disgraced by luxury ; *
Where Orleans wasted 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;
Pleased and instructed by a foreign land;
Yet oft a tender wish recals my mind
From present joys, to dearer left behind.
O native ifle! fair freedom's happiest seat,
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, whose plenteous grain,
No power can ravish from the industrious swain ?
When kiss with pious love the sacred earth,
That gave a Burleigh, or a Ruffel birth?
When, in the shade of laws, that long have flood
Propped by their care, or strengthened by their blood,
Of fearless independence wifely vain,
The proudest slave of Bourbon's race disdain.
Yet O! what doubt, what fad presaging 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, these, like England, once were free.
Bishop CORBET to his Son Vincent Corbet, two years of age.
THAT I shall leave thee, none can tell,
But all shall say I wish thee well.
I wish thee, Vin. before all wealth,
Both bodily and ghostly health :
Not too much wealth, nor wit come to thee,
Too much of either may undo thee.
I wish thee learning, not for show,
Enough for to instruct and know;
Not such 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 fupport,
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 DOGGEREL. An Epitaph.
* UNDERNEETHE this ftone doth lye
body 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
REV RICH DILION, AB. OF TRIN: COLL: DUB.
Arminian Magazine,
For APRIL 1785.
An EXTRACT from Dr. WHITBY's Discourses on the
CHAP. I. Concerning the Decree of Reprobation.
[Continued from page 125.]
Fourth scripture speaks of men before ordained to condemnation: here therefore seems to be an appointment of men to damnation.
Answer. The verse in the Greek runs thus, Some ungodly men turning the grace of God into lasciviousness have entered into (the Church) οἱ πάλαι προγεγραμμένοι ἐις τῶλο τό κρίμα, i. e. of whom it was before written that this should be their fentence or punishment, or as it is in the parallel place of St. Peter, οῖς τὸ κρῖμα ἐκπάλαι ἐκ ἀργῖ, to whom the sentence 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, should appoint VOL. VIII.
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