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10.1 will pursue, I'll overtake,

The cruel Foe presumptuous spake;

The Spoil I-will divide:'' •
Deep will I drench my Sword in Blood,
'Till, having dy'd thd briny Flood,

My Lust is fotisfy'd.

11. Then didst thou make thy Wind to blow,
- Command thy Floods their Place to know,
And sill the gaping Void: '. .
Thy Foes o'erwhelm'd, like pond'roos Lead,
Down lank to Ocean's deepest Bed,
In watry Death destroy'di

I z. What Go o of those who bear the Name>
Can the loud Voice of boasting Fame

To equal Honours raise?
How glorious is thy Holiness!
What Tongue thy Wonders can express,

And shew thy awsul Praise.

13. Thy chosen Sons from Slav'ry freed,
Thine Arm of Power did sasely lead

In Paths cut through the Flood-:
The Nations at thy Wonders gaz'd,
The Sons otMoab were amaz'd,
And Sdom trembling stood,'

14. Thy Hand, Olord, and special Grace,
Shall fase conduct the fav'rite Race

To Canaan's promis'd Rest:; • • •


"Jordan shall backward roll his Tide,
And like th' Egyptian Sea divide,
To make thy Power consest.

I j. The Toes of Israel on their Shore,

Shall fee the Tribes, thy Tribes pass o'er,

All silent as a Stone:
Well may their Hearts dissolve with Fear,
When Israel's mighty God is near,
The God by Vengeance known..

16. Thou shalt reward thy People's Toil,
Shalt plant them in a fruitful Soil; \

And high their Honours raise:
To SWs Hill they shall repair,
Thy facred Dwelling shall be there,

And thence shall sound thy Praise.

17. Sing, Israel, sing, thou echoing Shore
Repeat proud Pharaoh is no more:

The Lo 8. D his Throne maintains:
The Chariots and the Horse-Men too,
Our God in Triumph overthrew.

The Lord sor ever reigns.



PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store. g These

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These tatter'd doaths my poverty bespeak,
These hoary locks proclaim .my lengthens years;
And many a furrow-in my .grief-worn cheek
Has been the channel to a flood of tears.

Yon house, ,erected on the rising ground,
With tempting aspect drew me from my road;
For Plenty there a residence has sound,
And Grandeur a magnisicent abode.

Hard is the fate of the insirm and poor!
Here, as I crav'd a morsel of their bread,
A pamper'd menial drove me from the door
To seek a shelter in an humbler shed.

Oh! take me to your hospitable dome; (

Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold.
Short is my passage to the friendly tomb.
For I am poor and miserably old.

Should I reveal the sources of my grief,
If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast,
Your hands,would not withold the kind relief,
And tears of Pity would not be represt.

Heaven sends missortunes; why should we repi^
'T« Heaven has brought me to the state youi«.
And youf condition may be soon like mine,
The child of Sorrow and of Misery*

A little farm was my paternal lot,
Then like tne lark I sprightly hail'd the morn,
But ah! oppression sorc'd me from my cot,
My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn. ^
My daughter, once tlie comsort os my age,
Lur'd by a villain from her native home,
Is cast abanlon'd on the world's wide stage,
And doom'd in scanty poverty to roam.


My tender wise, sweet soother of my care!
Struck with fad anguish at the stern decree,
Fell, ling'ring sell, a victim to despair,
And left the world to wretchedness and me.

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ity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, .Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.

Endeavour to please, and you can scarcely sail to please. Chesterfield.

TH E Means of pleasing vary according to time, place, and perion; but the general rule is the trite one. Endeavour to please, and you will infallibly please to a certain Degree: constantly shew a desire to please, and you will engage People's self-love in your Interest; a most powerful Advocate. This, as indeed almost every Thing else, depends on Attention.

Be therefore attentive to the most trifling Thing that passes where you are; have, as the vulgar Phrase is, your Eyes and your Ears always about you. It is a very soolish, though a very common faying, "I really did not mind it," or, "I was "thinking of quite another thing at that time." N The The proper answer to such ingenious excuses, and which admits of no reply, is, Why did you not mind h? you was present when it was said or done. Oh! but you may fay, you was thinking of quite another thing: if so, wr.y was you. not in quite another place proper sor that important other thing, wbich you fay you was thinking of? But you will fay, perhaps, that the company was so silly, that it did not deserve your attention: that, I am sure, is the faying of a silly man; sor a man of sense knows that there is no company so silly, that some use may not be made of it by attention.

Let your address, when you sirst come into company, be modest, but without the least bashfulness or fheepishness; steady, without impudence; and unembarrassed, as if you were in your own room. This is a difsicult point to hit, and theresore deserves great attention; nothing but a long ufage in the World, and in the best Company, can posiibl/ give it.

A young man, without knowledge of the world, when he sirft goes into a fashionable company where most are his superiors, is commonly either annihilated by Bashfulness, or, ifhe rouses and lashes himself up to what he only thinks a modest assurance, he runs into impudence and absurdity, and consequently offends, instead of pleasing. Have always, as much as you can, that gentleness of manner, which never fails to make favourable impresfions, provided it be equally free from an insipid Smile, or a pert Smirk.


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