And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

Exhortation to Prayer.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Light Shining out of Darkness.

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a shining face.

Ibid.

I am monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute.

Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.

O Solitude! where are the charms

That

sages

have seen in thy face?

But the sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,

Ibid.

Or smiled when a sabbath appeared. Ibid. How fleet is a glance of the mind!

Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light. Ibid.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. To an Afflicted Protestant Lady.

'Tis Providence alone secures

In every change both mine and yours.

A Fable. (Moral.)

The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,'
His sense of your great merit,2

Is such a friend, that one had need

Be

very much his friend indeed

To pardon, or to bear it. On Friendship.

Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have passed away.

The Needless Alarm. (Moral.)

He sees that this great roundabout,
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,

Its customs and its businesses,
Is no concern at all of his,

And

says - what says he?- Caw.
The Jackdaw.

For 't is a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,

In every cranny but the right.

The Retired Cat.

But strive still to be a man before

your mother.3

Motto of No. iii. Connoisseur.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Young, Universal Passion.

2 Var. "How he esteems your merit."

3 Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother. Beaumont and Fletcher, Love's Cure, Act ii. Sc. 2.

ERASMUS DARWIN.

1731-1802.

Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam! afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide waving wings expanded bear
The flying-chariot through the field of air.

The Botanic Garden. Part i. Ch. 1. Line 289. No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem, that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars, which Night's blue arch adorn,

Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
Ibid. Part ii. The Loves of the Plants. Canto iii. Line 459.

LORD THURLOW.

The accident of an accident.

1732-1806.

Speech in Reply to the Duke of Grafton.
Butler's Reminiscences, I. 142.

When I forget my sovereign, may my God

forget me.1

27 Parl. Hist. 680; Ann. Reg. 1789.

1 Whereupon Wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat coarsely but not unhappily it must be allowed, "Forget you! He'll see you d-d first."- Brougham, Statesmen of the Time of Geo III. Thurlow.

Burke also exclaimed, "The best thing that could happen to you."

Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true,

Turns at the touch of joy or woe,

But, turning, trembles too.

A Prayer for Indifference.

W. J. MICKLE.

1734-1788.

For there's nae luck about the house,

There's nae luck at a';

There's little pleasure in the house

When our gudeman 's awa'.

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.

The Beggar.

A pampered menial drove me from the door.

Ibid.

1 The Mariner's Wife is now given "by common consent," says Sarah Tytler, to Jean Adam, 1710-1765.

Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew; The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years,

The child of misery, baptized in tears.1

The Country Justice. Parti

JOHN WOLCOT.

1738-1819.

What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be d--d than mentioned not at all.

To the Royal Academicians.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv.

A fellow in a market town,

Most musical, cried razors up and down.

Farewell Odes. Ode iii.

1 This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow, on the field of battle, was made the subject of a print by Bunbury. under which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott has mentioned, that the only time he saw Burns, this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found. — Chambers's Cyc. of Litera ture, Vol. ii. p. 10.