Farewel! lov'd plains, where first our childhood

stray'd,

Dear scenes, once dear, by fond reflection made-
Farewel !—in vain, your verdant landscapes rise;
Fair lawns, in vain, salute our parting eyes :
Set is that sun, whose all-enliv'ning ray,
Improv'd our views, and gilt each smiling day.
Taste, then my friend, what joy those scenes afford,
Peace guide thy steps, and plenty crown thy board.
What! tho' with pain, I fly my natal home,
My soul repines not, at thy happier doom;
And tho' the tear of genuine grief will flow,
Regret, NOT ENVY, points the sting of woe.
Would'st thou the path of virtuous fame pursue,
"Still keep my Sire's example in thy view;
Still open wide the hospitable door,

To a meek, honest, and a grateful.poor:
Spread true religion's pure unsully'd beam,
Thyself the bright example of thy theme;
Cherish the seeds, a pious hand hath sown,
And make my father's blessing all thine own;
When thou at length, his portion must resign,
When, what was his, must be no longer thine;
May'st thou, like him, life's last sad load sustain,
With mind unshaken, in the hour of pain:
Death's call like him, undaunted may'st thou hear,
And want no son to mourn thy sacred bier."

ANECDOTE OF DOCTOR ROCK.

He was one day standing at his door on Ludgate-Hill, when a regular bred physi

cian passed, who had learning and abilities, but not the success in his practice which he deserved." How comes it," (says he to the quack) "that you, without education, skill, or the least knowledge of the science, are enabled to live in the style you do? you keep your town-house, your carriage, and your country-house; whilst I, allowed to possess some knowledge, have neither, and can scarcely pick up a subsistence." 66 Why, look you," said Rock, smiling, "How many people do you think have passed us, since you asked me the question?" "Why," answered the doctor, perhaps, a hundred." "And how. many out of that hundred think you, possess common sense?"-" Possibly, one," answered the doctor. "Then," said Rock, "that one comes to you, and I take care to get the other ninety-nine.

ANECDOTE OF DOCTOR JOHNSON.

The animosity, which Dr. Johnson discovered on all occasions against Mr. Wilkes,

is generally known:-He used frequently to declare," that no inducement should prevail on him to remain in his company." Nevertheless, through an innocent, and ingenious stratagem of Mr. Boswell's, they did once meet at dinner with Dilly, in the Poultry.

It was soon after a general election. The doctor was sullen and silent; Wilkes, never disconcerted, was aware, that there was one subject, upon which the doctor and himself, were entirely of one mind; their common hatred of the Scotch: "Doctor," said the chamberlain, “I think the contested elections for Scotland, should be settled on the other side the Tweed; for, of two, who come to London to give their evidence, never more than one finds his way back again." "Sir," said the Doctor, "it matters very little where their elections are settled, for one Scotchman is as good as another." The Doctor, however, began to listen to the chamberlain'sfacetiousness, in which quality no man

could excel him, and gradually relaxed his severity of manner, till he became excellent company.

Epitaph, found in the Repository of Dr.
Miles Cooper, of Edinburgh

Here lies a Priest of English blood,
Who living, lik'd whate'er was good:
Good company, good wine, good name, ¦
Yet never hunted after Fame :

But, as the first, he still preferr'd,

So here he chose to be interr'd;

And unobserv'd, from crowds withdrew,

To rest among a chosen few;

In humble hope, that sov'reign love,
Will raise him to the blest above.

ANECDOTE OF POPE.

During Mr. Pope's last illness, a dispute happened in his chamber, between his two physicians, Doctor Burton, and Dr. Thompson.-Dr. Burton charging Dr. Thompson with hastening his death, by the violent medicines he had prescribed; and the other, retorting the charge. Mr. Pope, at length, silenced them, saying, "Gentle

men, I only learn by your discourse, that. I am in a very dangerous way; therefore, all I have now to ask, is, that the following epigram, may be added, after my death, to the next edition of the Dunciad, by way of postscript:

"Dunces, rejoice, forgive all censures past,
The greatest Dunce, has kill'd your Foe at last."

ANECDOTE OF SWIFT.

The scribelarus club; consisting of Pope, Arbuthnot, Swift, Gay, Parnal, &c. when the members were in town, were seldom asunder; and they often made excursions together into the country, and generally on foot. Swift was usually the butt of the company; and if a trick was played, he was generally the sufferer. The whole party once agreed, to walk down to the house of Lord B. about twelve miles from town. As every one agreed to make the best of his way, Swift, (who was remarkable for walking,) soon left all the rest behind him, fully resolved upon his arrival,