In the CHURCH-YARD of BROMLEY in KENT, written By J. HAWKSWORTH. Near this place lies the body of Who departed this life on the 17th of August, 1753, She was the widow of John Monk, late of this parish, Her fecond husband To whom she had been a wife near fifty years, And of the iffue of her first marriage none lived to the second. (Such is the uncertainty of temporal profperity!) That there is no station in which industry will not obtain Nor any character on which liberality will not confer Honour. She had been long prepared By a fimple and unaffected piety, For that awful moment which, however delayed, is How few are allowed an equal time of probation! BE * BE ftill, nor anxious thoughts employ, On God for all events depend; Thou can'ft not want when God's thy friend. And a calm confcience crowns the whole; Canft thou in reafon wish for more? And if kind heav'n this comfort brings TO be called a Christian is a noble appellation. How few are there in this world who live up to the dignity of fuch a title ? From From POPE'S ESSAY on CRITICISM. TRUE wit is nature to advantage drest, For works may have more wit than does them good, } Words are like leaves, and where they most abound, } EXCESSIVE complaisance is more frequently the mark of pride than affability. IN what rank fo ever virtue is placed, it merits the fame confideration, and the fame homage. WHAT a dreadful state is a transition, without recollection from libertiniim and impiety, to the fupreme tribunal of the incorruptible Judge of the whole univerfe! BENEFICENT Providence ordained riches for our service, and not to be abused in such fordid, fuch despicable practices, as neither profit ourselves nor the community. TIME and opportunity are the most uncertain of all things; and yet there is nothing we more confidently depend upon. TRUTH TRUTH is the glory of time, and the daughter of eternity: a title of the higheft grace, and a note of divine nature. Her effence is with God, her dwelling with his fervants, her will in his wifdom, and her work in his glory. BEFORE we fix our minds on the poffeffion 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 defire, PRIDE, fays an excellent writer, was not made for man, as he is an imperfect, as he is a finful, as he is a miferable being; yet there is not a vice whereof the human breast is more fufceptible, nor one whose influence is more extensive over the species. VERSES fent to a YOUNG WOMAN with a Present of a SPINNING WHEEL. 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. RELIGION, 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 fome mode or other, which greatly exceeds its pleasure. HE whose wishes, refpecting the poffeffions of this world, are the most reasonable and bounded, is likely to lead the fafeft, and, for that reafon, the most defirable life. By afpiring too high, we frequently miss the happiness, which, by a lefs 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 possess. THE idea which Chriftianity has fuggefted of the relation in which all men ftand to each other, is wonderfully adapted to promote universal hospitality. When we confider all men as brothers, we fhall naturally receive the stranger within our gates with cordial kindness, as a relation whom we have never yet feen before, and to whom we wish to display some signal of our love. "SURELY goodness and mercy fhall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever." What a purified, fentimental enjoyment of profperity is here exhibited! How different from that grofs relifh of worldly pleafures, which belongeth to thofe who behold only the terreftrial fide of things; who raise their views to no higher objects than the fucceffion of human contingencies, and the weak efforts of human ability; who have no protector or patron in the heavens, to enliven their profperity, or to warm their hearts with gratitude and trust. HOW miferable is vice, when one guilty paffion creates fo much torment! How unavailing is profperity, when, in the height of it a fingle disappointment can deftroy the relish of all its pleafures! How weak is human nature, which, in the absence of real, is so prone to form to itself imaginary woes! HABITUAL |