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- Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice-
“ And am so clear too of all other vice.

The Tempter saw his time ; the work he ply'd;
Stocks and Subscriptions pour on ev'ry side, .
'Till all the Dæmon makes his full descent
In one abundant show'r of Cent. per Cent.
Sinks deep within him, and poffefs the whole,
Then dubs Director, and secures his soul.

Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit,
Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit;
What late he call'd a Blessing, now was Wit,
And God's good Providence, a lucky Hit.
Things change their titles, as our manners turn :
His Compting-house employ'd the Sunday morn:
Seldom at Church ('twas such a busy life)
But duly sent his family and wifc.
There (fo the Devil ordain'd) one Christmas-tide
My good old Lady catch'd a cold and dy'd.

A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight;
He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite :
Leaves the dull Cits, and joins (to please the Fair)
The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air :
In Britain's Senate he a seat obtains, ,
And one more Penfioner St. Stephen gains.
My Lady falls to play ; fo bad her chance,
He must repair it; takes a bribe from France;
The Houfe impeach him; Coningsby harangues ;
The Court forsake him, and Sir Balaam hangs.
Wife, son, and daughter, Satan! are thy own,
His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the Crown:
The Devil and the King divide the prize,
And fad Sir Balaam curses God and dies.



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Nor let the pride of great ones scorn,

This charmer of the plains ;
That sun which bids their diamond blazej,

To deck our lily deigns.

Long had the fir'd each youth with love,

Each maiden with despair ; And tho' by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not she was fair,

Till EDWIN came, the pride of swains,

A foul that knew no art,
And from whose eyes serenely mild,

Shone forth the feeling heart.

Á mutual

A mutual flame was quickly caught,

Was quickly too reveal'd; For neither bosom lodg'd a wish

Which virtue keeps. concealdo

What happy hours of heart-felt bliss

Did love on both bestow !
But bliss too mighty long to last,

Where fortune proves a foe.

His fifter, who like envy form’d,

Like her in mischief joy'd,
To work them harm, with wicked skill

Each darker art employ'd.

The father too, a sordid man,

Who love nor pity knew, Was all unfeeling as the rock

From whence his riches grew.

Long had he seen their mutual flame,

And seen it long unmov'd;
Then with a father's frown at laft,

He sternly disapprov'd.

In Edwin's gentle heart a war

Of differing passions ftrove;
His heart, which durft not disobey,

Yet could not cease to love.

Deny'd her fight, he oft behind
The spreading hawthorn crept,

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To snatch a glance, to mark the spot

Where EMMA walk'd and wept.

Oft too in Stanemore's wintry wate,

Beneath the moonlight shade, In fighs to pour his foften’d soul,

The midnight mourner stray'd.

His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,

A deadly pale o’ercast;
So fades the fresh rose in its prime,

Before the northern blaft.

The parents now, with late remorse,

Hung o'er his dying bed,
And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray’rs,
And fruitless forrows shed.

'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your souls

Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let these dim eyes once more behold

What they must ever love.

She came ; his cold hand softly touch'd,

And bath'd with many a tear ; Faft falling o'er the primrose pale

So morning dews appear.

But oh! his sister's jealous care

(A cruel sister she !) Forbad what Emma came to say,

My EDWIN, live for me.

Now Now homeward as The hopeless went,

The church-yard path along,
The blaft blew cold, the dark owl scream'd

Her lover's fun'ral fong.

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Alone, appal'd, thus had the pass'd

The visionary vale,
When lo! the death-bell smote her ear,

Sad founding in the gale.

Just then she reachd, with trembling steps

Her aged mother's door! He's

gone, she cried, and I must see That angel face no more !

I feel, I feel this breaking heart.

Beat high against my fide:
From her white arm down funk her head,

She Shiver'd, figh'd, and died.

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SIS listening fear, and amazement all:

When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive thro' the cloud;

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