III.

Enchanting woman, made for love,
Thou magnet of man's life;

Thy chiefest charm was given to move
The husband and the wife.

IV.

And all may make the bridal bed
A scene of perfect joy;
If not by false allurements led,

That flatter and destroy.

V.

And chief of man's allurements still,
The cup's seducing charm,
Debauches mind, subdues the will,
. Unnerves the strongest arm.

VI

Thrice happy they, whose constant care,

And blameless conduct, saves

From the intoxicating snare,

That digs men's early graves

VII.

Unhappy contrast! those who make
The headlong selfish will

Their faithless guide, too late awake
For hope from human skill.

VIII.

Hope flies to heavenly spheres for aid,
Poor misery's friend at last;
Bodies may sink in death's dark shade
The spirit holds hope fast.

IX.

And heavenly hopes are given to all, On easy terms; let men then try The motto of poor Burns, nor fall Victims, and miserably die.

STANZA

ADDRESSED TO THE AMERICAN SONS OF TEMPERANCE.

I.

Sons of the western continent, I kneel
In deep religious awe, before the throne
Of Deity, to prostrate an appeal,

In sad humility, for you alone;
Heaven's blessing can sustain your cause,
The holy cause of temperance-human laws,
Alas! are tinctur'd with man's servile state,
And reformations seem but mockeries of late.

II.

Examples of sterling integrity,

Let legislators move-on them now lies The awful burden and responsibility,

Whether the temperance movement lives or dies. Till governments reform themselves, and take A moral standard, little can be done, They all revolve in Plutus' guilty wake, Deceitful planets, round a mocking sun.

III.

Prosperity in states can only spring

From healthy subjects-labour's useful sons Sink under alcohol's deceitful sting.

Encourag'd by the state, intemperance runs, A stream of poison.-Vile seducing stream! What desolation marks the channels where Its floods are flowing. From his fatal dream Man has to wake one day, in deep despair.

iv.

Monarchs and statesmen-christian preachers all,
If man's emancipation you desire,
Let every voice re-echo back the call,
To stop the deluge of this liquid fire:

The sons of temperance call on you to aid

Their honest efforts, to set free mankind From the vile thraldom of this cruel trade,

That prostrates body, and debauches mind.

AN ADDRESS.

WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE AUTHOR, AT THE TEMPERANCE FESTIVAL, IN THE SCHOOL ROOM, OF THE NEW WESLEYAN CHAPEL, COCKERMOUTH.-28TH OF DECEMBER, 1842.

Hail friends to temperance- hail ye ladies fair,
Assembled this auspicious night to share
The festive glee, and social cheer, that spring
From cups whose lips no tempting poisons bring.-
The artless smile-The smooth cheek's radiant bloom-
The eyes that sparkle round this hallow'd room,
Infuse delight, inspiring every voice

To breathe soft music, carol, and rejoice.

Fathers of Temperance—you, I venerate.
Society's stout sinews, pillars of the state.-
Your placid smiles, that brighten every brow,
Proclaim a heart at ease, that never knew
The throbs of pain, that sting the breasts of care;
Where joy reigns inward, outward signs are fair—
Your home the scene where sweet contentment sheds
Domestic peace round your paternal heads,
A matron partner, sharing all your joys,
To charm existence every hour employs,