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Gaze we thro' ages, and preceding ages,
'Till ages number vast infinitude !
Some trace of thee will still remain behind.
Amazing tow'r! the more we view thy bulk
The more in wond’ring extacy we're lott,
The more obscur'd in itriving to conceive thee :
From everlasting hath been thy domain
And increated, e'er those diftant orbs
Or that fair moon, or all yon suns were made,
Or seas were form’d, or nature blush'd abash'd
When perfect from the hand

God she came;
And solely sway'd thou with their matchless fire
The great companion of the Deity;
Sway'd thou impair'd not, endless, and entire :
And when old Time shall, felf-subdued, surcease,
Resign his glass, and fink to rest for ever,
Deck'd in immortal beauty thou shalt flourish,
With youthful vigor never to know an end.



EVER lov'd the muse! her cheering rays

Did always seek, e'en from earliest youth

(Those much regretted hours of joy and truth) But it was long e'er she wou'd gild my days With her kind influence; I often sought

In vain her airy form, cheer'd the while

By hopes fallacious, 'till at length a smile
Moft sweet appear’d, gladly I caught
Her kind indulgence, and did itrive each art

To woe her to these arms. But now no more

We part. Fortune, thy empty gifts in store
No longer do I court.--Oh! cou'd I impart
The pleasure that each mind (thee much posseft)
Docs ever joyful feel — supremely bleft.

Hertford, June 13, 1798.





MAY 24, 1798.


TILL not my eyes again his face behold,

Shall I no more his modest accents hear? No more my hand his gen’rous hand infold,

Ah! much-lamented youth to memory dear! Just as his mind its opening charms display'd,

And tend'rest parents were with hope elate, On him disease's baleful grasp was laid,

Who dragg'd him trembling to death’s iron gate, Oh! savage pow'r, thou mortal foe to worth,

Who smil it with ghaitly joy at tears of woe,
Why the foul murd'ıer dost thou leave on earth,

The fell oppreffor, or the villain low?
At morn's repast, at evening's placid meal,

His dear-lov’d form no more his parents view,
Nor joy, nor pain will he again reveal,

Or (miles illume his face, or tears bedew.

A little cell in earth's cold breast contains

The youth enlighten’d, modeft, and sincere :Ev’n thus must lie ambition's proud remains,

Tho' puerile pageantry adorn'd the bier. Tho' humble was his lot, his heart ne'er felt,

Remorse's scorpion sting, nor pen’ry's gripe, Within his soul the mildest virtues dwelt,

And prompt his band pale forrow's tears to wipe. Fame to attract him unavailing tried,

And ev’n pleasure show'd her charms in vain, For nought could lure him from his parents side,

When led by duty to RELIGION's fane.

Who at the


of such solid worth, The tribute of a ligh would wish suppress’d? But friendship's tears have moisten’d oft the earth,

And oft has keen regret perturb'd her breaft. Yet why should sorrow rend the feeling heart? Huth


loud sighs, ah! cease ye tears to roll, The dead feel not the agonizing smart,

That care, and pain, and pen'ry give the soul. Enwrapt in Number's arms thus ALL will rest,

"Till the loud clarion's voice shall bid them rise; Then will the pious hear the angels blett,

Hail kindred spirits to their native skies ! Fort-street.

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H! blissful spot, where many pleasing hours;


Have gayly wanton'd’mid thy sylvan bow'rs,

And my young heart with silent transport beat. Oft ’neath the fol’age of thy spreading wood,

A cool retreat I've fought from noon-tide ray; And oft have wander'd in a pensive mood,

When suber ev’ning clad the world in grey. On the green margin of thy chrystal stream,

Full oft I've view'd the fish in sportive play;
While their bright scales illum'd by folar beam,

Gave silv'ry lustre to the wat’ry way.
'Tis thus sweet mem’ry brings thee to my view,
Thus paints those scenes which I when younger knew;
But ah! whilft noting thus the lapfe of time,
'Twixt reason's early dawn, and manhood's prime,
Say what the progress which thy suul has made
Heav'n-ward, by truth and virtue's holy aid?


Literary Review.

ETIEA IITEPOENTA; Or, the Diversions of

Purley. Part I. By John Hoine Tooke, A. M. late of St. John's College, Cambridge. 4to. Second Edition. Johnson.

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learned of no inconsiderable importance. Such investigations are closely connected with the operations of the mind, and are therefore deserving of great attention. Men of the profoundest talents have scrutinized this subject with astonishing accuracy. Both in ancient and in modern times hath it exercised their genius, and occupied the greatest part of their time. This has been the case from Dionyfius of Halicarnassus, down to John Horne Tooke, the author of this ingenious publication.

From the title of this performance no one could augur its contents. The truth is, that the volume contains a series of conversations refpecting grammar, which are supposed to have taken place at Purley, a gentleman's feat, near Croydon, in Surry. Hence the origin of the name given to the work, which, however fingular, poffeffes on this account a degree of propriety.

The contents of the volume are distributed into tén chapters. Chap. 1. Of the Division of Language. 2. Some Consideration of Mr. Locke's Essay. 3. Of the Parts of Speech. 4. Of the Noun. 5. Of the Article and Interjection. 6. Of the Word THAT. Conjunctions. 8. Etymology of the English Conjunc

9. Of Prepofitions. 10. Of Adverbs. Vol. IV.


7. Of



These different subjects are discussed in the way of dialogue, where in the paragraphs marked H. Mr. Tooke himself declares his sentiments. A specimen shall be inserted taken from a part of the volume, which will express the design of the whole.

H. I imagine that it is in some measure with the vehicle of our thoughts, as with the vehicle for our bodies. Necessity produced both. The first carriage for men was, no doubt, invented to transport the bodies of those who, from infirmity or otherwise, could not move themselves. But should any one, desirous of understanding the purpose and meaning of all the parts of our modern elegant carriages, attempt to explain them upon this one principle alone, viz. that they were necessary for conveyance, he would find himself wofully puzzled tu account for the wheels, the seats, the springs, thc blinds, the glasses, the lining, &c. Not to mention the mere ornamental parts of gilding, varnish, &c. Abbreviations are the wheels, the wings of Mercury. And though we might be dragged along without them, it would be with much difficulty, very heavily and tediously.

56 There is nothing more admirable, nor more useful than the invention of signs : at the same time there is nothing more productive of error, when we neglect to observe their compli·cation. Into what blunders, and consequently into what disputes and difficulties might not the excellent art of short-hand writing (practised almost exclusively by the English) lead foreign philosophers; who not knowing that we had any other alphabet, should suppose each mark to be the sign of a single sound. If they were very learned and laborious indeed, it is likely they would write as many volumes on the subject, and with as much bitterness against each other, as grammarians have done from the same sort of mistake concerning language; until perhaps it should be suggested to them that there may be not only signs of found, but again for the sake of abbreviation signs of those signs, one under another in a continued progression."

B. I think I begin to comprehend you. You mean to say, that the errors of grammarians have arisen from supposing all words to be immediately either the figns of things or the signs of ideas; whereas, in fact, many words are abbrevia

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