In the CHURCH-YARD of BROMLEY in KENT, written

By J. HAWKSWORTH.

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,
Blacksmith,

Her fecond husband

To whom she had been a wife near fifty years,
By him fhe had no children:

And of the iffue of her first marriage none lived to the second.
But virtue would not suffer her to be childless;
An infant, to whom, and to whofe father and uncles,
She had been nurse,

(Such is the uncertainty of temporal profperity!)
Became dependant upon ftrangers for the neceffaries of life;
To him the afforded the protection of a mother.
This parental charity was returned with filial affection,
And he was fupported in the feebleness of age
By him whom she had cherished in the helplefinefs of infancy.
Let it be remembered,

That there is no station in which industry will not obtain
Power to be
Liberal.

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
univerfally fure.

How few are allowed an equal time of probation!
How many by their lives appear to prefume upon more!
To preserve the memory of this perfon,
But yet more to perpetuate the leffon of her life,
This stone was erected by voluntary contribution.

BE

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BE ftill, nor anxious thoughts employ,
Diftruft 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 reft.
Can the fond mother flight her boy,
Can the forget her prattling joy?
Say then, fhall fov'reign love defert
The humble and the honeft heart;
And though he grant not all thy mind;
Yet fay not thou that heav'n's unkind.
God is alike both good and wife,
In what he grants and what denies :
Perhaps what goodness gives to-day
To-morrow goodnefs takes away.
Thou'lt say that troubles intervene
That forrows darken half the scene.
True, and this confequence may'st fee
The world was ne'er defign'd for thee;
Thou'rt like a paffenger below
That stays perhaps a night or fo,
But ftill his native country lies
Beyond th' boundaries of the skies.
Of heav'n afk virtue, wisdom, health,
But never let thy pray'r be wealth.
If food be thine (tho' little geld)
And raiment to repel the cold,
Such as may nature's wants fuffice,
Not what from pride and folly rife,
If soft the motions of thy foul

And a calm confcience crowns the whole;
Add but a friend to all this store,

Canft thou in reafon wish 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 fuch a title ?

From

From POPE'S ESSAY on CRITICISM.

TRUE wit is nature to advantage drest,
What oft was thought, but ne'er fo well expreft::
Something whofe 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 plainnefs fets off fprightly wit:

For works may have more wit than does them good,
As bodies perish thro' excess of blood.

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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 fame fpirit that its author writ;
But true expreffion, like th' unchanging fun,
Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Expreffion is the drefs of thought, and ftill
Appears more decent as more suitable.
Diftruflful fenfe, with modest caution speaks
It ftill looks home, and fhort excurfions makes,
But rattling nonsense in full vollies breaks.

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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.
All the years that roll away
Are but circles of a day;
Still the fame, and ftill renew'd,
While fome diftant good's purfued;
Diftant, for we're never bleft,
'Till the lab'ring wheel's at reft;
Then the various thread is fpun;
Then the toil of life is done.
Happy if the running twine
Found a fmooth and even line;
Not a foul and tangled clue,
Not untimely fnapt in two.
Then the full reward is fure,
Reft that ever fhall endure;
Reft to happiness refin'd,
Worthy an immortal mind!

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