Tho' few thefe awful rocks revere, And temples that deferted lie; The Mufe fhall afk the tend'reft tear That ever drop'd from Pity's eye, T'embalm the ruins, that her fighs deplore, Upon the largest Jewel's dropping out of his Majesty's Crown on his Coronation. W ELL I remember on that crouded day, Which gave thee, George, of all these Ifles the fway. A ferious omen of an early date, Which threaten'd a convulfion of the ftate: When on thy brow they plac'd the royal Crown, The jewel was America—that fell. VOL. II. S N. A little A little MONOD Y. To the memory of a natural child which died a few days after the birth---O&. 13, 1772. HA By Capt. E. THOMPSON. AIL! lovely babe-pure as thy natal morn, That breaft refus'd-which nature bade thee claim, This to thy fate a piteous parent gave, Who with his tears bedew'd thy fad, untimely grave. The The Lafs of Tylgarfely. Infcribed to Mrs. Lacey, 1775. PON a wild and thymy heath, UPON Near Woodstock's fecret bower; Where gallant Henry wove a wreathe Of ev'ry fragrant flower, To make a garland sweet and rare, Thrice hapless maid, old Clifford's child, At whofe chafte birth the graces And every Village rung! fmil'd, Fell Jealoufy, which could destroy, The world's fweet rofe and Henry's joy. Not fo, the beauteous lafs I fing, No crime hath ftain'd her name; For chastity's imperial ring Her finger fits---and fame; Nature ne'er nurs'd fo fweet a flow'r To grace her fairy land: Had Chaucer liv'd---her charms to fee, He'd fung the lafs of Tylgarfely. $ 2 E. T. Ordo Ordo mundi probat Deum. The order of the world proves that there is a God. L OOK round thee, man, obferve the planets roll, But doubting ftill, review the vaulted fkies, LINES LINES CLA ADDRESSED TO A LADY. LARA, I yield :-deferv'd contempt I meet: I fcorn'd the blockhead, but employ'd the man. Too late, I wish thy dang'rous fpoils unfought, |