Goe tell the court it glowes,
And shines like rotten wood;
Goe, tell the church it showes

What's good, and doth no good.
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lye.

Tell potentates they live,
Acting by others actions;
Not lov'd unless they give,

Not ftrong, but by their factions:
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lye.

Tell men of high condition,
That rule affairs of fate;
Their purpefe is ambition,
Their practice only hate;
And if they once reply,
Give them all the lye.

Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who in their greateft cont
Seek nothing but commending;
And if they make reply,
Spare not to give the lye.

Tell zeal, it lacks devotion,
Tell love, it is but luft,
Tell time it must be motion;
Tell flesh, it is but duft,
And with them not reply,
For thou must give the lye.

Tell age it daily wafteth,

Telt honour how it alters,
Tell beauty, how the blafteth,
Teil favour, how the falters,
And as they shall reply.
Give each of them lye.

Tell wit, how much it wrangles,
In fickle points of nicenets,
Tell wildom the entangles,
Horfelf in over-wifenefs.
And if they do reply,

Tell charity of coldness,
Tell law it is contention ;
"And as they yield reply,
So give them fill the lye.

Tell fortune of her blindness,
Tell nature of decay ;
Tell friendship of unkindness,
Tell juftice of delay,
And if they dare reply,
Then give them all the lye.

Tell arts they have no foundness,
But vary by efteeming,

Tell fcholars they want profoundness,
And ftand too much on feeming,
If arts and fchools reply,
Give arts and schools the lye.

Tell faith it's fled the citie;
Tell how the countrey erreth;
Tell manhood shakes off pitie;
Tell virtue leaft preferreth:
And if they do reply.
Spare not to give the lye.

So, when thou hast, as I

Commanded thee, done blabbing,
Although to give the Lye,
Deferves no less than stabbing,
Yet, ftab at thee who will,
No ftab the foul can kill.

TO THE CROCUS,

Pretty little fimple flower,
Wet with April's dewy fhower,
Peeping from beneath the fhade,
In fweet modefty arrayed,
With thy fnowy bofom feen,
And thy robes of gracy green,
Rifing from the garden mould
Shunning not the morning's cold;
But foon, fweet bloffom, wilt thou
fade,

Straight give them both the lye. Thy lovely head in duft be laid,

Tell phyfic of her boldnefse,
Tell kill it is pretenfion;

Thy fair unfuilied virgin cheek,

Which the blue veins of beauty

ftreak,

Will

When happy love pours magic o'er Nor play with torture, on a tortured

THE PILLOW OF ROSES,

BY MR. PRATT.

FOR half a century or more, Approaching faft the treble score (God knows how I have held toge ther,

Thro' every fort of wind and wea-
ther),

I've been upon my mortal ramble,
Oft fcratched by pillows made of.
Bramble:

And when Lucina took her stand,
She held that Bramble in her hand;
Shook it about my fated head
Soon as Mamma was brought to

bed:
Since which I've had it oft in view,
And oft been beaten black and blue,
I was not even rock'd in feathers,
My cradle iron, hung on leathers.
Which jerk'd me round with many a
thump

As almoff broke my youngling rump.

And when I got to man's eftate, The Bramble bush was ftill my fate; The wretch of regimental flafhes, Condemn'd to bear a thousand lashes, Or he who was fo wonderous wife With brambles to fcratch out his eyes;

And then to fcratch them in again,
Could not have fuffered more of
pain:

For when, on life's uncertain way,
I ftoop'd to fmell fome flow'ret gay,
A pink, for instance, or a rofe,

It icratch'd my hand, or prick'd my
nofe :

Or when a woodbine graced the
Scene,

Some curfed nettle grew between:
And when for reft I've laid my head,
I've found the Bramble in my bed;
And had I been a bare-foot Friar,
I must have perished by the brier;
Yet, being but a fimple bard,
I've only thought it devlish hard;

Bore it as well as e'er I could,
And wish'd myself a man of wood,
A handy cheft of drawers, or table,
Both gentlemen extremely able;
Their nerves of fterner Atuff than
mine,

The more you rub, the more they

fhine.

No wonder then, dear Mrs Dal-
last,

I've fourd your garet like a palace s
In which i think no more of earth,
But feem to feel a fecond birth;
A fecond better than the firft;
The plaguy Bramble made that
curs'd,

The rofied pillow you have given,
Keeps me from night to morn in hea-

ven:

When morning comes, I wish for
night,

And balf afleep thefe things I write.
Although I really nod fo found,
My fenfes are in balm profeund
So wrapt and tranc'd

hope

fcarce can

Or with e'en Fancy's eyes to ope:
I'll thank you better should I dream
My Mufe your Pillow, you the
Theme.

OBITUARY OF REMARKABLE PERSONS.

Lately at is houfe in Chapel-lane, Epois, the Rev James Barrett, TuJar Dean of Killaloe, &c. a character of great refpectability. For more than half a century he continued to fhew to the world what i clergyman ought to be, and how much real good a hey lover f mankind may do in that itacion. If domestic difquietude annoyed any of his flock, the sæmon was fubdued by the precp's helled, and the morality he inou'cated. The writhings of difcafe were mitigated by the balm of his divine couniels, and poverty never applied to him in vain; indeed a principal part of his life was eduloully employed to di'cover the hovel of wretchednels, or the manfion of mifery, there to adminifter that comert and relief, which it feen ed to be the leacing feature of his character, to difpenie. Under his protecting influence, youth found an alylum from vice and wretchedness, and was trained up in the paths of virtue and of tuh, The thivering mendicant was prepared to meet the feverity o approach ng winter thro' his bounty and his influence; and now, alas! the tears of the fons and daug ters of Affliction, bowed down with a double weight of anguifh embalm his facred memory. Upon his deceafe the fhops were all closed, and bufinéfs completely at a ftand in Enes, whilst the general gloom which fat on every countenance more forcibly pourtrayed the character of departed worth than volumes written on the fubject could poffibly convey. Dr. Barrett was in the 86 h year of his age, 46 years of which he was

the faithful paftor of that parishThough deeply converfant in the belt ftores of literature, innate modefty veiled the wide range of his acquifitions; for humble and unaflu. ming, he obtruded not his opinions with that air of authority to which their merit entitled them, but adorne ed juftness of fentiment by delicacy of application. Some people ima gined that the Dean was poffeffed of money; but those who thought fo, did not follow his steps into the man fions of mifery and diftrels; if they had, their coffers would be like his, deftitute of a fingle guinea! and divine reflection! their reward like his, would be in Heaven! His re mains were conveyed to Dromclift for interment.

The following lines were written on the Death of this venerable man, by Mafter Fitzpatrick, of Capelftreet, a young boy of great promife, who has evinced his poetical tafte, by many hand fome produc

tions.

Hark the loud fhriek, the foftly steal-
ing tear,
Announce the coming of the fun'ral
bier,

In whofe dark womb in fable baize
arrayed,

The people's paftor, virtues friend is faid:

The fad proceffion moves in folemn расе,

And grief fits brooding on each forrow'd face;

Long

1

Long midft his flock a glorious race

he ran,

And ev'ry fect revered the faint-like

Time, ruthlefs time, corrodes the
marcle bust,

And foreacs its taunting honours in
The cult-

Time, ruthless time, may ravage and
o'erturn,

The culptured tombstone, and the marble urn,

But Barrett's name fhall e'er withfland its rage,

fons, aftronomical and philofophical,
for the fruction of Brith youth,
1797," 1210. "The Elements of
Polie Education, carefully feleted
from the letters of Chefterfield to his
fon. 1801," 12m10. For many years
he has been on activ and zealous
friend to the Royal Humane Socie-
ty. He pleached an excellent fer-
mon at their Aniverary in 1797,
(LXVI 660) on the prevention of
Suicide, volunteered his fervice as a
freward in 1805 and 187 gave the
ufe of Weit Ham church, when Mr.

And fine triumphant thro' each fu- Yes re-preached the anniverfary ter

tre age.

George Gregory, D. D F. S. A. dometic chaplain to the Bishop of Landaff, prebendary of St. Paul's, vicar of Welt Ham, lecturer of St. Giles, Cripplegate, and fometimes. preacher at the Founding Hoipital; who, by his learning and industry, had acquired much celebrity His first publication, a volume of "Effays, hiftorical and moral, 1785," was anonymous, but being favourably received he acknowledged them in a fecond edition. To a volunie of fermons, 1787, are prefixed"Thoughts on the compofition and delivery of a fermon." In 1788, he published a "Tranflation of Bishop Louth's lectures on the poetry of the Hebrews," a vols 8vo a " Life of Thomas Chatterton, with critecifins on his genious and writings, and a concife view of the controverfy concerning Rowly's Poems, 1789," 8vo. a revised edition of Dr Hawkefworth's Telemachus, with a new life of Fenelon, 1795, in 2 vols. 4to. a continuation of Hume's Hiftory of England, 1795, 8vo." The OecoDony of Nature explained and illuf trated, on the principles of modern philofophy," 1796, 3 vols Svo. Lef

nion. He excelled in a knowledge of mechanicks, & was an extremely useful member of the feveral comitteesof the Humane Society, which at various times have been appointed to determine the prifes awarded to the inventors of the best mode of preferving the lives of fhipwrecked mariners. On the death of Dr. Kippis, he engaged with the book fellers to proceed with the "Biographia Britannica," but a variety of circumstances prevented its progrefs, till at length the fixth volume (to which Dr. Gregory had written a preface) was unfortunately confumed. He was for feveral years the conductor of the the "New Annual Regifter," on principles oppofite to that pubhfhed by Mr. Dodley; which during the administration of Mr. Addington, he had the addrefs to change to a minifterial work; a circumstance by which it is fuppofed, he obtained the vicarage of Weft Ham, where he has fince refided, as a refpectable parish priest, without any extraordinary exertion of literally talent beyond that of editing a new Cyclopædia," for which, by his original courfe of ftudy he was well qualified, and in fuch articles as are original are entitled to commendanion.

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