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In the Church-YARD of BROMLEY in Kent, writter

Near this place lies the body of

Elizabeth Monk,
Who departed this life on the 17th of August, 1753,

Aged 101.
She was the widow of John Monk, late of this parish,


Her second husband
To whom she had been a wife near fifty years,

By him she had no children :
And of the issue of her first marriage none lived to the second.

But virtue would not suffer her to be childless;
An infant, to whom, and to whose father and uncles,

She had been nurse,
(Such is the uncertainty of temporal prosperity!)
Became dependant upon itrangers for the necessaries of life;

To him the afforded the protection of a mother.
This parental charity was returned with filial affection,

And she was supported in the feebleness of age
By him whom she had cherished in the helplessness of infancy.

Let it be remembered,
That there is no station in which industry will not obtain

Power to be

Nor any character on which liberality will not confer

She had been long prepared-

By a fimple and unaffected piety,
For that awful moment which, however delayed, is

universally fure.
How few are allowed an equal time of probation !
How many by their lives appear to presume upon more!

To preserve the memory of this person,
But yet more to perpetuate the lesson of her life,
This stone was erected by voluntary contribution.

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BE ftill, nor anxious thoughts employ,
Distrust embitters every joy :
On God for all events depend; .

Thou can'ft not want when God's thy friend.
Weigh well thy part, and do thy beft,
Leave to Omnipotence the rest.
Can the fond mother sight her boy,
Can the forget her prattling joy?
Say then, shall sov’reign love desert
The humble and the honeft heart;
And though he grant not all thy mind;
Yet say not thou that heav'n's unkind.
God is alike both good and wise,
In what he grants and what denies :
Perhaps what goodness gives to-day
To-morrow goodness takes away.
Thou’lt say that troubles intervene
That forrows darken half the scene.
True,—and this consequence may’ft fee
The world was ne'er design'd for thee;
Thou’rt like a passenger below
That stays perhaps a night or so,
But still his native country lies
Beyond th' boundaries of the skies.
Of heav'n ak virtue, wisdom, health,
But never let thy pray’r be wealth.
If food be thine (tho' little gold)
And raiment to repel the cold,
Such as may nature's wants suffice,
Not what from pride and folly rise,
If soft the motions of thy soul
And a calm conscience crowns the whole;
Add but a friend to all this store,
Canst thou in reason with for more!
And if kind heav'n this comfort brings
'Tis more than heav'n bestows on kings.

TO be called a Christian is a noble appellation. How few are there in this world who live up to the dignity of such a title


From Pope's Essay on CRITICISM.
TRUE wit is nature to advantage drest,
What oft was thought, but ne'er fo well expreft :
Something whose truth convinc'd at fight we find,
Which gives us back the image of our mind.
As fhades more sweetly recommend the light,
So modeft plainness sets off sprightly wit:
For works may have more wit than does them good,
As bodies perish thro' excess of blood.
Words are like leaves, and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath are rarely found.

A perfect judge will read each work of wit
With the same spirit that its author writ;
But true expression, like th' unchanging fun,
Clears and improves whate'er it Thines upon;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
Appears more decent as more suitable.
Distruflful sense, with modeft caution speaks
It still looks home, and short excursions makes,
But rattling nonsense in fuil vollies breaks.

EXCESSIVE complaisance is more frequently the mark of pride than affability.

IN what rank so ever virtue is placed, it merits the same consideration, and the same homage.

WHAT a dreadful state is a transition, without recollection from libertiniiin and impiety, to the supreme tribunal of the incorruptible Judge of the whole universe !

BENEFICENT Providence ordained riches for our service, and not to be abused in such fordid, such despicable practices, as neither profit ourielves nor the community.

TIME and opportunity are the most uncertain of all things; and yet there is nothing we more confidently depend upon,


TRUTH is the glory of time, and the daughter of eternity: a title of the highest grace, and a note of divine nature. Her essence is with God, her dwelling with his servants, her will in his wisdom, and her work in his glory.

BEFORE we fix our minds on the possession of any future enjoyment, we should be particularly careful to examine whether our hope is well grounded, left our disappointment yield more pain, than the object in view could bestow pleasure, if we had our desire,

PRIDE, says an excellent writer, was not made for man, as he is an imperfect, as he is a sinful, as he is a miserable being; yet there is not a vice whereof the human breast is more susceptible, nor one whose influence is more extensive over the species.

Verses sent to a Young WOMAN with a Present of a

BETSY! with the Wheel I fend,
Take the hint, 'twas form’d to lend,
Emblem this of life is found,
While you turn it round and round.
All the years that roll away
Are but circles of a day;
Still the same, and still renew'd,
While some distant good's pursued;
Distant, for we're never blest,
'Till the lab’ring wheel's at reft ;
Then the various thread is (pun;
Then the toil of life is done.
Happy if the running twine
Found a smooth and even line;
Not a foul and tangled clue,
Not untimely snapt in two.
Then the full reward is sure,
Reft that ever shall endure;
Reft to happiness refin'd,
Worthy an immortal mind!


RELIGION, added to the light of nature, and the experience of mankind, has concurred in establishing it as an unquestionable truth, that the irregular or intemperate indulgence of the paffions, is always attended with pain in some mode or other, which greatly exceeds its pleasure.

HE whose wishes, respecting the possessions of this world, are the most reasonable and bounded, is likely to lead the safeft, and, for that reason, the most defirable life. By aspiring too high, we frequently miss the happiness, which, by a less ambitious aim, we might have gained. High happiness on earth, is rather a picture which the imagination forms, than a reality which man is allowed to postess.

THE idea which Christianity has suggested of the relation in which all men stand to each other, is wonderfully adapted to promote universal hospitality. When we consider all men as brothers, we shall naturally receive the stranger within our gates with cordial kindness, as a relation whom we have never yet seen before, and to whom we wish to display some fignal of our love.

“ SURELY goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

What a purified, sentimental enjoyment of prosperity is here exhibited! How different from that gross relish of worldly pleasures, which belongeth to those who behold only the terrestrial side of things; who raise their views to no higher objects than the succession of human contingencies, and the weak efforts of human ability; who have no protector or patron in the heavens, to enliven their prosperity, or to warm their hearts with gratitude and trust.

HOW miserable is vice, when one guilty passion creates so much torment! How unavailing is prosperity, when, in the height of it a single disappointment can destroy the relish of all its pleasures! How weak is human nature, which, in the absence of real, is so prone to form to itself imaginary woes!


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