But not th' endearing springs that fondly move

To filial duty, or parental love;

Not all the ties that kindred bosoms bind,

Nor all in friendship's holy wreaths entwin'd,
Are half so dear, so potent to controul

The gen'rous workings of the patriot soul,
As is that holy voice, that cancels all

These ties, that bids him for his country fall.
At this high summons, with undaunted zeal
He bares his breast, invites th' impending steel,
Smiles at the hand that deals the fatal blow,
Nor heaves one sigh for all he leaves below.
Nor yet doth Glory, though her port be bold,
Her aspect radiant, and her tresses gold,

Guide through the walks of death alone her car,
Attendant only on the din of war;

She ne'er disdains the gentle vale of Peace,

Or olive shades of philosophic ease,

More pleas'd on Isis' silent marge to roam,
Than bear in pomp the spoil of battles home.

To read, with Newton's ken, the starry sky,
And God the same in all his orbs descry;
To lead forth Merit from her humble shade,
Extend to rising Arts a patron's aid;

Build the nice structure of the gen'rous Law,
That holds the freeborn soul in willing awe;
To swell the sail of Trade, the barren plain
To bid with fruitage blush, and wave with grain ;
O'er pale Misfortune drop, with anxious sigh,
Pity's mild balm, and wipe Affliction's eye;
These, these are deeds Britannia must approve,
Must nurse their growth with all a parent's love;
These are the deeds that public Virtue owns,
And, just to public virtue, Glory crowns.

CHRISTOPHER BUTSON,

NEW COLLEGE.

BENEFICIAL EFFECTS

OF

INOCULATION.

quibus hunc lenire dolorem

Possis, et magnam Morbi deponere partem.

LONG had bewail'd Arabia's hapless swains Their groves deserted, and uncultur'd plains: Those happy, plains where Nature ever gay Proclaim'd the presence of perpetual May, Where, in her choicest treasures bright array'd, Luxuriant Nature ev'ry charm display'd,

With giant strides a ghastly Plaguea o'erspread,

a Small Pox.

And breath'd destruction on each fated head;
His motley front uprear'd the deadly Pest,
And shook with savage pride his purpled crest:
The scorching sands of Afric gave him birth,

Thence sprang the Fiend, and scourg'd th' afflicted

earth:

Fiend fierce as this ne'er saw astonish'd time

Creep from old Nilus' monster-teeming slime;
Each vale now felt the deadly tyrant's force,
Nor tears nor vows could stop his destin'd course:
In vain was sung the mighty Prophet's name,
To Mecca's hallow'd walls the Monster came;
E'en in the sacred temple's inmost cell,

Check'd in mid pray'r, the pious pilgrim fell;
Nor could Medina's fabled tomb withstand
The baleful vengeance of his death-fraught hand.
Those balmy gales that whilom could dispense
A thousand odours to the ravish'd sense,