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    Oh ! were her humble , thankful spirit mine , Her faith that could the dearest ties resign , Her boundless reverence for the sacred

    word , ^ Her ardent love to heaven ' s Almighty Lord , Her cheerful acquiescence in His will , Her zeal His holy precepts to fulfil , Her candour : where her Master ' s image shone ,

    There would her heart a friend and brother own . Beloved mourners ! whose sad bosoms feel Her loss , how great ! may He your sorrows heal , Whose mercy mingling with this painful stroke .

    Gently to her the bonds of nature broke . How blessed are those servants whom their Lord Finds watching in obedience to his word ! Thrice happy they who for his coining wait , Their lot how glorious , and their joys how great ! York , August . C . R ,

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    When she her sable curtains draws , And slumbers lock the peaceful soul The ruffian skulks without remorse * In vain , if thou his plots controul . And in the morning pleas'd to hear *

    Thy master ' s step , by custom known Transported dost thou then appear , ' And nature calls thy joys her own . Then bounding in thy ' playful mood , In wanton sportings seem ' st to try On my reflections to intrude ,

    Or catch the wandering of mine eye . To chase the birds in harmless speed , To swim the silent stream along , With pond ' rous stone to sweep the mead These are thy sports and shall be sung . Or if , to enjoy the smiling scene , I seat myself upon a stile , Squat at my feet thou soon art seen .

    And patient waitest all the while . From helpless days Pve seen thee rise , And ne ' er abus'd thy confidence ; Beshrew the cruel heart that joys Unfeeling rigour to dispense 1 In that firm pledge , that well repays Each mutual duty—we will join ; Fidelity shall be thy praise ,

    And mild protection shall be mine . And when with age thou art oppress'd And active sprightliness is o ' er , I'll prize thy merit once possess'd , And tenderly thy loss deplore . While meditation thus employ'd , Sees all thy powers to nature true ; Deep in my breast may she abide ,

    Serene her joys , but ever new ! JAMES LUCKCOCK .

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    P ^ ESTUM . ¦ 4 NEWDIGATE PRIZE POEM . By the Hon . G . W . F . Howard , of Christ Churchy Oxford . 'Mid the deep silence of the pathless wild , Where kindlier nature once profusely smil'd , f

    Theternal temples stand ; untold their age , Untrac'd their annals in historic page ; All that around them stood , now far away , Single in ruin , mighty in decay ; Between the mountains and the azure

    main , They claim the empire of the lonely plain , In solemn beauty , through the clear blue Hght , The Doric columns rear their massive height ,,

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    620 Poetry . — To my Dog , Corporal Trim . —Pcestum .

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    TO MY DOG , CORPORAL TRIM . As o'er the verdant lawn I stray , T \ inhale the cheering breath of morn ; While health and peace their charms display ,

    And Ceres fills her bounteous horn ; Thee , faithful Trim , will I address , Of leisure hours companion true : And while thy merits I confess , To thee my kindness I'll renew . What tho' my larder be not stor'd , With choicest game , by lux ' ry priz'd ; I'll envy not the sumptuous board ,

    Where pam and sorrow lie disguis'd Tho' pleasure ' s vitiated taste , Thy humble , honest worth disdain ; Oppression never steel'd thy breast , To others ne ' er didst thou give pain The whirring partridge to ensnare , By base dissimulation ' s art ; To chase the feeble , timid hare ,

    ( Poor triumph of a generous heart !) These are not thine , nor dost thou know The lazy joys the lap-dog shares '; Caress'd by every belle and beau ,

    Devoid of liberty and cares . Thou art not doom'd to galling chains , Or kennel ' s cold and cheerless gloom , Where moping slavery complains , At night alone alJow'd to roam .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1821, page 620, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2505/page/52/