Yet e'en these bones from infult to protect With uncouth rhymes and fhapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the paffing tribute of a figh. Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, The place of fame and elegy fupply, And many a holy text around she strews, For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead, Haply fome hoary-headed fwain may fay, "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, K5 "Hard by yon wood, now fmilling as in fcorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; "Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, "Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd hill, "Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree; "Another came, nor yet befide the rill, "Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: "The next, with dirges due, in fad array, "Slow through the church-way path we faw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the ftone beneath yon aged thorn. "There fcatter'd oft, the earlieft of the year, By hands unfeen are showers of violets found; "The red-breaft loves to build and warble there, "And little footsteps lightly print the ground." THE EPITAPH. HERE refts his head upon the lap of earth, Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere ; He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear; friend. No No farther feek his merits to difclofe, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bofom of his Father and his God. FA THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. ATHER of all! in ev'ry age, By faint, by favage, and by fage, Thou Great Firft Caufe, leaft underflood, Who all my fense confin'd To know but this, that thou art good, Yet gave me in this dark estate What confcience dictates to be done, This, teach me more than hell to fhun, What bleffings thy free bounty gives, For God is paid when man receives, Yet not to earth's contracted span Let not this weak unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart heart Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has deny'd, Teach me to feel another's woe, Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo, Thro' this day's life or death. This day be bread and peace my lot; All elfe beneath the fun Thou know'ft if best bestow'd, or not, To To thee whose temple is all space, THE DUEL; OR, THE MAN OF TRUE COURAGE. ELCOUR loft his parents at an age when Mhe could not be fenfible of the greatness of his misfortune. One of his uncles took him home, brought him up with his own fon, and paid the utmost attention to his education. Florival and Melcour, already united by the ties of kindred, were foon more fo by those of friendfhip, which, from their living constantly together, grew ftronger every day. They were both defigned for the army. When they were of a proper age, they got commiffions in the fame regiment. Florival always hated application, and the diffipation that naturally attends a military life ftill inclined him lefs to it. As for Melcour, he had not only a very good natural genius, but ftrong inclination to cultivate it. His ftudies had been properly directed; and a generous and humane difpofition, joined with a habit of thinking seriously, led him to condemn the criminal practice of fighting duels on trivial occafions, a custom too prevalent in the army. Different |