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Thus fpake Afpatio, firm possest
Of Faith's fupporting rod;
Then breath'd his foul into its reft,
The bofom of his God.

He was a man among the few

Sincere on Virtue's fide,

And all his ftrength from scripture drew,
To hourly use apply'd.

That rule he priz'd, by that he fear'd,
He hated, hop'd, and loy'd,
Nor ever frown'd, or fad appear'd,

But when his heart had rov'd.

For he was frail as thou or I,
And evil felt within,

But when he felt it, heav'd a figh,

And loath'd the thought of fin.

Such liv'd Afpatio, and at last
Call'd up from earth to heav'n;
The gulph of death triumphant pass'd
By gales of bleffing driven.

His joys be MINE, each reader cries,
When my last hour arrives:
They fhall be yours, my verfe replies,
Such ONLY be your lives.

In these beautiful lines we recognize the fame genius, tafte, and seriousness with which we have, on other occafions, been fo much entertained and inftructed.

In the future Numbers of our Mifcellany, we shall furnish our readers with other interefting felections from this work.

Hiftorical

Hiftorical and Familiar Efays on the Scriptures of the Old and New Teftament. Four Volumes Octavo. By John Collier. Scarlet, Strand.

IN the prefent day every judicious illuftration of the Bible must be acceptable to the friends of Revela. tion. The efforts of laymen are peculiarly deferving of praife, fince their difinterestedness is fuppofed to impart a fuperior efficacy to their labours. Hence the theological productions of a Boyle, a Locke, a Newton, and a Beattie, are held in high estimation.

MR. COLLIER, we understand, is a refpectable medical gentleman, who has devoted his leifure hours to the ftudy of the Sacred Writings. We are happy in declaring it to be our opinion, that his investigations, which he has now made public, are weli adapted to promote the best interests of mankind.

Thefe Eays comprise an eafy and familiar ftyle, the entire history both of the Old and New Teftament, in. terfperfed with fenfible remarks, which tend either to illuftrate their meaning or to impress their admonitions on the heart. Much induftry muft have been employed in the execution of the work; and every attention feems to have been given to render it conducive to religious and moral improvement.

A Concife Practical Grammar of the German Tongue, by the Reverend W. Render, Teacher of the Ger man Language in the University of Cambridge. Symonds. 5s. in boards.

WE have reafon to believe that this Grammar is well adapted to answer the purposes for which it was compofed. The arrangement feems to be clear, and we doubt not that the learner will find the illuf ftrations fatisfactory.

In a fenfible and well written Preface, the author has fully explained himself on the subject. "Though "the critical reader," fays he, " may perhaps difcover "fome trifling inaccuracies in this performance; yet, "I am fully fatisfied, that it will prove highly service"able to all those who are defirous of having access to "the literary treafures of my native country: at all " events I have no doubt but it will be received with "that candid indulgence by the public, which the in"duftrious exertions of foreigners have always expe"rienced from the liberality of the British nation."

The Annual Anthology, Volume the First, 1799. Longman and Rees.

(Concluded from page 360.)

The Morning Mift contains fome pleafing fentiments, well expressed:

MORNING MIST.

"Look, WILLIAM, how the morning mists

Have covered all the scene,

Nor houfe nor hill canst thou behold,

Grey wood, or meadow green.

The diftant fpire across the vale

These floating vapours fhroud,
Scarce are the neighbouring poplars feen,
Pale fhadowed in the cloud.

But feeft thou, William, where the mists
Sweep o'er the southern sky,

The dim effulgence of the fun
That lights them as they fly?

Soon fhall the glorious orb of day
In all his ftrength arise,

And roll along his azure way,
Thro' clear and cloudlefs fkies.

Then fhall we fee across the vale

The village spire as white,

And the grey wood and meadow green
Shall live again in light.

So, William, from the moral world

The clouds fhall pass away;

The light that itruggles thro' them now

Shall beam eternal day.

ERTHUSYO.

The Affectionate Heart does its author credit, both in point of poetry and fentiment.

THE AFFECTIONATE HEART.

BY JOSEPH COTTLE.

"Let the great man, his treasures poffeffing,
Pomp and fplendour for ever attend:
I prize not the fhadowy bleffing,

I afk-the affectionate friend.

Tho' foibles may fometimes o'ertake him,
His footstep from wisdom depart;
Yet, my spirit fhall never forfake him,
If he own the affectionate heat.

Affection! thou foother of care,
Without thee, unfriended we rove;
Thou canst make e'en the defert look fair,
And thy voice is the voice of the dove.
'Mid the anguish that preys on the breaft,
And the ftorms of mortality's ftate;
What shall lull the afflicted to reft,
But the joys that on sympathy wait?
What is fame, bidding Envy defiance,
The idol and bane of mankind;
What is wit, what is learning, or science,
To the heart that is ftedfaft and kind?

Even genius may weary the fight,

By too fierce and too conftant a blaze;
But affection, mild planet of night!
Grows lovelier the longer we gaze.
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It fhall thrive when the flattering forms,
That encircle creation decay;

It fhall live mid the wide-wafting ftorms,
That bear all undistinguish'd away.

When time, at the end of his race,

Shall expire with expiring mankind;
It fhall ftand on its permanent bafe;

It fhall laft till the wreck of the mind."

The Spirit is a fine fatire on the ftories of hobgoblins, with which young folks are often affrighted.

THE SPIRIT.

Founded on Fact.

"Now which is the road across the common,
"Good woman! in pity declare;
"No path can I trace, for the night is dark,
"And I fear me before the far turnpike I mark,
"Some grim-visaged ghost will appear."

"The ghoft never walks till the clock strikes twelve,
"And this is the first of the night,"

Cried the woman. "Now why dost thou look at me

'fo?

"And why do thine eyes fo fearfully glow?
"Good stranger, forbear thy affright.

"I tell thee that acrofs the common,

"This cart-track thy horfe must pursue ;
"Till clofe by thy feet two gibbets thou meet,
"Where the rains and the tempefts the highwaymen

beat,

"That a traveller once murder'd like you."

The horfeman replied, "I have no terror
"Of men who in midnight plan;

"But a ghoft that pops on one before or behind,
"And around him fees clearly while mortals are blind-
"Aye, that trics the heart of the man.

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