EPITAPHS.

EADER, approach my urn-thou need'ft not

fear

Th' extorted promife of one plaintive tear,

To mourn thy unknown friend-From me thou'lt learn

More than a Plato taught-the grand concern
Of mortals!-Wrapt in penfive thought, furvey
This little freehold of unthinking clay,

And know thy end!

Tho' young, tho' gay, this fcene of death explore,
Alas! the young, the gay is now no more!

On ROBERT CLAVERING, M. B,

H! come, who know the childless parent's figh,

OF

The bleeding bofom, and the ftreaming eye; Who feel the wounds a dying friend imparts, When the laft pang divides two focial hearts.

This weeping marble claims the generous tear,
Here lies the friend, the fon, and all that's dear.

He fell full-bloffom'd in the pride of youth,
The nobler pride of fcience, worth, and truth.
Calm and ferene he view'd his mouldering clay,
Nor fear'd to go, nor fondly wifh'd to stay.
And when the king of terrors he defcry'd,

Kifs'd the stern mandate, bow'd his head, and dy'd.

On COLONEL GARDINER,

Who was flain in the Battle at Preston Pans, 1745.

HILE fainter merit afks the powers of verse,

WH

Our faithful line shall GARDINER's worth

rehearse.

The bleeding hero, and the martyr'd faint,
Transcends the poet's pen, the herald's paint.
His the best path to fame that e'er was trod,
And furely his a glorious road to God.

Who knew no vanity, disguise, nor art,

Who fcorn'd all language foreign to the heart.
Diffufive as the light his bounty spread,

Cloath'd were the naked, and the hungry fed.

"These be his honours!" honours that disclaim The blazon'd fcutcheon, and the herald's fame! Honours! which boaft defiance to the grave, Where, spite of Anftis, rots the garter'd knave.

On a LADY, who had laboured under a Cancer.

TRANGER, these dear remains contain'd a

STRA

mind

As infants guilelefs, and as angels kind.

Ripening

Ripening for heav'n, by pains and fufferings try'd,
To pain fuperior, and unknown to pride.
Calm and ferene beneath affliction's rod,
Because she gave her willing heart to God.
Becaufe fhe trufted in her Saviour's pow'r,
Hence firm and fearless in the dying hour!

No venal mufe this faithful picture draws,
Bleft faint! defert like yours extorts applause.
Oh! let a weeping friend discharge his due,
His debt to worth, to excellence, and you!

VARIOUS PIECES.

An Invocation of Happiness, after the Oriental Man

I.

1. TELL

ner of Speech.

ELL me, O thou fairest among virgins, where doft thou lay thy meek contented

head?

2. Doft thou dwell upon the mountains; doft thou make thy couch in the vallies?

3. In the still watches of the night have I thought upon my fair-one; yea, in the vifions of the night have I pursued thee.

4. When I awoke, my meditation was upon thee, and the day was spent in search after thy embraces.

5. Why doft thou flee from me, as the tender hind,

or the young roe upon the hills?

6. Without