A ON THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. T midnight, when mankind are wrapp'd in peace, Descended on poor earth-created man! In thee, in all. Deputed conscience scales T Is idle nature laugh ig at her sons? Who conscience sent, her sentence will support, Thrice happy they, who enter now the court Shall all, but man, look out with ardent eye, For that great day, which was ordain'd for man? O day of consummation! Mark supreme (If men are wise) of human thought! nor least, Or in the sight of angels, or their King! Angels, whose radiant circles, height o'er height, Order o'er order rising, blaze o'er blaze, As in a theatre, surround this scene, Intent on man, and anxious for his fate: Angels look out for thee; for thee, their Lord, To vindicate his glory; and for thee, Creation universal calls aloud, To disinvolve the moral world, and give To Nature's renovation brighter charms. THE DISSIPATED OXFORD STUDENT; A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A BROTHER, AND HIS TWO SISTERS. LIONEL, LAVINIA, and CAMILLA. Lionel. HOW do you do, girls, how do you do? I am glad to see you, upon my soul I am. [Shaking them hard by the hand. Lavinia. I thought, brother, you had been at Dr. Marchmont's! Lion. All in good time, my dear; I shall certainly visit the old gentleman before long. Lav. Gracious, Lionel!-If my mother Lion. My dear little Lavinia, [Chucking her under the chin] I have a mighty notion of making visits at my own time and appointment, instead of my mamma's. Lav. O Lionel! and can you just now Licn. Come, come, don't let us waste our precious moments in this fulsome moralizing. If I had not luckily been hard by, I should not have known the coast was clear. Pray where are the old folks gone. tantivying. Camilla. To Cleves. Lion. To Cleves! What a happy escape! I was upon the point of going thither myself. Camilla, what is the matter with thee, my little duck? Cam. Nothing-I am only thinking-Pray when do you go to Oxford? Lion. Poh, poh, what do you talk of Oxford for? you have grown quite stupid, girl. I believe you have lived too long with that old maid of a Margland. Pray how does that dear creature do? I am afraid she will grow melancholy from not seeing me so long. Is she as pretty as she used to be? I have some notion of sending her a suitor. Lav. O brother, is it possible you can have such spirits? Lion. O hang it; if one is not merry when one can, what is the world good for? Besides, I do assure you, I fretted so consumedly hard at first, that for the life of me I can fret no longer. Cam. But why are you not at Dr. Marchmont's? Lion. Because, my dear soul, you can't conceive how much pleasure these old doctors take in lecturing a youngster who is in any disgrace. Cam. Disgrace! Lav. At all events, I beseech you to be a little careful; I would not have my poor mother find you here for the world. Lion. O, as to that, I defy her to desire the meeting less than I do. But come, let us talk of something else. How go on the classics? Is my old friend, Dr. Orkborne, as chatty and amusing as ever? Cam. My dear Lionel, I am filled with apprehension and perplexity. Why should my mother wish not to see you? And why-and how is it possible you can wish not to see her? Lion. What, don't you know it all? Cam. I only know that something is wrong; but how, what, or which way, I have not heard. Lion. Has not Lavinia told you, then? Lav. No; I could be in no haste to give her so much pain. Lion. You are a good girl enough. But how came you here, Camilla? and what is the reason you have not seen my mother yourself? Cam. Not seen her! I have been with her this half hour. Lion. What! and in all that time did she not tell you? Cam. She did not name you. Lion. Is it possible? Well, she is a noble creature, I must confess. I wonder how she could ever have such a son. And I am still less like my father than I am like her. I believe in my conscience, I was changed in the cradle. Will you own me, young ladies, if some villanous attorney or exciseman should claim me by and by? Cam. Dear Lionel, do explain to me what has happened. You talk so wildly, that you make me think it important and trifling twenty times in a minute. Lion. O, a horrid business! Lavinia must tell you. I'll withdraw till she has done. Don't despise me, Camilla. I am confounded sorry, I assure you. [Going; and then immediately returning.] Come, upon the whole, I had better tell it to you myself: for she'll make such a dismal ditty of it, that it won't be over this half year. The sooner we have done with it, the better. It will only put you out of spirits. You must know I was in rather a bad scrape at Oxford last year Cam. Last year! and you never told us of it before! Lion. O, 'twas about something you would not understand; so I shall not mention particulars now. It is enough for you to know, that two or three of us wanted a little cash! Well, soin short, I sent a letter-somewhat of a threatening sort-to old uncle Relvil; and Cam. O Lionel! Lion. O, I did not sign it. It was only begging a little money, which he can afford to spare very well; and just telling him, if he did not send it to a certain place which I mentioned, he would have his brains blown out. Cam. How horrible! Lion. Poh, poh; he had only to send the money, you know, and then his brains might keep their place. Besides, you can't suppose there was gunpowder in the words; though, to be sure, the letter was charged with a few volleys of oaths. But, would you believe it! the poor old gull was fool enough actually send the money where it was directed. Lav. Hold, hold, Lionel! I cannot endure to hear you speak in such disgraceful terms of that worthy man. How could you treat that excellent uncle in |