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der it by turns. Guard it by entails and settlements as we will, the most affluent plenty may be stripp'd, and find all its worldly comforts, like so many withered leaves dropping from us ;—the crowns of princes may be shaken ; and the greatest that ever awed the world, have looked back and moralized upon the turn of the wheel,

That which has happened to one, may happen to every man: and therefore that excellent rule of our SAVIOUR, in acts of benevolence, as well as every thing else, fhould govern us; that sub foever ye would that men should do to you, do ye also unto them.

Haft thou ever lain up.n the bed of languisring, or laboured under a distemper which threatened thy life? Call to mind thy sorrowful and pensive spirit at that time, and say, What it was that niade the thoughts of death to bitter?-.f thou hast children, affirm it, the bitterness of death lay there! If unbrought up, and unprovided for, What will become of them? Where will they find a friend when I am gone? Who will stand up for them, and plead their cause against the wicked ?

Blessed GOD! to thee, who art a father to the fatherless, and husband to the widow, I entrust them.

Hast thou ever sustained any considerable. Mock ir tly fortune! or, has the scantiness of thy condition hurried thee into great strairs, and brought thee almost to distraction ? Consider what was it that spread Sable in that wilderness of thought,

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cup to overflow? Was it not a friend of consolation who ftepped in, faw thee embarrassed with tender p'edges of thy love, and the partner of thy cares, took them under his protection ?-Heaven! thou wil reward him for it! and freed thee from all the terri. fying apprehensions of a parent's love?

-Hast thou--But how shall I ask a question which must bring tears into fo many eyes-Haft thou ever been wounded in a more affecting manner still, by the lofs of a most obliging friend, --or been torn away from the embraces of a dear and promising child by the stroke of death? Bitter remembrance ! nature droops at it-but nature is the same in all conditions and lots of life. „A child thrust forth in an evil hour, without food, without raiment, bereft of instruction, and the means of its salvation, is a subject of more tender heart-aches, and will awaken every power of nature : ---as we have felt for ourselveslet us feel for CHRIST's sake- let us feel for theirs.

SERM. XXIII. P. 164.

CRITICISM.

OW did Garrick speak the soliloquy last night?

--Oh, against all rule--my Lord--most ungrammatically! betwixt the substantive and the adje&tive,

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which should agree together in number, cafe, and gender,
he made a breach thus, ftopping, as if- the point
wanted settling ;--and betwixt the nominative case,
which your Lordship knows should govern the verb,
he fufpended his voice in the epilogue a dozen times,
three seconds and three fifths by a stop.watch, my
Lord, each time-Admirable grammarian !-but in
fufpending his voice- vas the sense fufpended like-
wise? did no expression of attitude or countenance
fill
up

the chasın? - Was the eye filent? Did you narrowly look!--I look'd only at the stop-watch, my Lord.—Excellent observer !

And what of this new book the whole world makes such a noise about? Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my Lord, -quite an irregular thing !_not one of the angles at the four corners was a right-angle.--I had my rule and compasses, &c. my Lord, in my pocket! Excellent critic!

ind for the epic poem your Lord'hip bid me look at upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, and trying them at home upon an exa? scale of Boffu's--'tis out, my Lord, in every one of its dimenfions.-Admirable connoiffeur !--And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back ?-'Tis a melancholy daub! my Lord; not one principle of the pyramid in any one group!-and what a price !--for there is nothing of the colouring of Titian—the expression of Rubens—the grace of Raphael -the purity of Dominichino--the corregiescity of Corregio—the learning of Pouffin -the airs of Guido--the

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taste of Carrachionor the grand contour of Angelo. -Gránt me patience, juft Heaven!-Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world—though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst--the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!

I would go fifty miles on foot to kifs the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands – be pleased he knows not wby, and cares not wherefore.

T. SHANDY, VOL. 11. P. 25

EPITAPH ON A LADY.

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OLUMNS and labour'd urns but vainly from

An idle scene of decorated woe. The sweet companion, and the friend sincere, Need no mechanic help to force a tear. In heart-felt numbers, never meant to fhine; 'Twill flow eternal o'er a hearse like thine; 'Twill flow whilft gentle goodness has one friend, Or kindred tempers have a' tear to lend.

LETTER XLE.

DEATH-BED REPENTANCE.

WHEN

THEN the edge of appetite is worn down, and

the spirits of youthful days are cooled, whichi hurried us on in a circle of pleasure and impertinence, -then reason and reflection will have the weight which they deserve afflictions, or the bed of fickness, will fupply the place of conscience ;-and if they should fail,-old age will overtake us at laft,and shew us the past pursuits of life,—and force us to look upon them in their true point of view. If there; be any thing more to cast a cloud upon so melancholy. a prospect as this fhews us;- it is furely the difficulty and hazard of having all the work of the day to perform in the last hour: of making an atonement to God when we have no sacrifice to offer him, but the dregs and infirmities of those days, when we could: have no pleasure in them. Whatever stress some may lay upon ita death-bed repentance is but a weak anda Slender plank to trust our all upon.

SERMON XXXVII. P. 1478

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