Or, if they ask'd them, 'twas with firmest ends

Their thoughts they gain'd and then their own enquir'd.

Ah, had they whiffled round with every whim,
Opinion's various warehouse can expose,

Rome's freedom longer high had dar'd to swim;
And Britain still had held our cup of woes.

Then, firmly, like a strength'ning bulwark, stand:
Receive good thoughts within, the bad discharge :
Thus. wide ye pow'r may scatter o'er the land,
And good, by your lone means, extend at large.

See Howard rising like a tow'r, to view!

His fame is fix'd deeper than oceans roll,

His mind, like magnet, to his heart was true,

And now his name rolls round from pole to pole.

His friends have doubtless said "the world will laugh,

66 Dangers will seize you," enemies conspire," His noble conduct shews he held as chaff,

All bars that bid him from his work retire.

Hail worthy man! thy deeds have reach'd the skies :

There register'd in golden tablets stands

The strong remembrance-thou hast gain'd the prize,

The crown, above the harp arch angel bands.

Yes, 'tis 'not fame alone that man should seek, "Do good" 's the sound should thunder in his ear, Whether from peaceful slumbers he awake

Or, in the midst of dangers, cope with fear.

Was man plac'd here to be a useless clod?
To putrefy and fat the teeming earth?
-Let him obey the mandate of his GOD,
And well fulfill the purpose of his birth!

"Be useful," is the song creation sings!
"Be useful," beams the starry Heaven's extent !
"Be useful," sound the busy angels' wings!
Says scripture "To be useful" you was meant !

Is there no widows' tear that you can dry?
Is there no orphan you can snatch from vice?

Cannot you somewhere pity's balm apply?
Or can you not some growing ill chastise?

Listen and know! the sounds that swell the gale,
Have 'mong them cries of deep, of true distress;
Some may perhaps but whisper forth the tale,
Still is the call to sympathy not less.

Say not "I have no means," you surely have-
Search your own breast, find out what man can do!

Your thoughts in past heroick actions lave,
Then act, with firmness, to your purpose true.

Nor say "another may the work perform"
"For me, supine in indolence I'll live,"
Ah how will you comfort the Judgment storm,
When self has no more syren songs to give!

See the poor culprit rising from his grave!

Neglected all his duty, nothing done,

-No "oil procur'd-no "bridegroom" comes to save

His hopes are plac'd on misery alone.

Hear the just Judge declare "depart from me" "I hunger'd, thirsted, as a stranger rov'd,

"And naked, ye my wants would never see,

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And, tho' in prison, nought your love approv'd.

See the young Christian toiling up the steep!
Temptations form one rock-he looks above,
And mounts-within his heart is graven deep
The strong remembrance of his Saviour's love.

That then assists him-and when self, depraved,
Would drag him downward and confound his hopes,

That shews the penitent, by JESUS sav'd-
To him he prays as his sure stedfast prop.

Thus hoping, trusting, praying, struggling hard,
He finds support and feels new comforts rise,
He sees the crown above, the rich reward,
And all his thoughts are fasten'd on the skies.

Satan may shew him death-and draw it dark,
Forbidding-strong-severe-still on the road

His Saviour trod he looks-a cheer'ing spark

Illumes his breast-he mounts-he finds his GOD!

Rouse to your duty-quick decide, perform,
Look to our GoD for an increasing strength,

He will assist you to confront the storm,
And, if you humbly serve him, save at length.

ACROSTIC.

W AR shakes her sturdy horrors o'er the land;

A loft her toscin rears and waves around,
Sounding with terror!-black on high
Heaven and the glooming azure frown,
I nviting fell despair: beleaguing foes,
Now pour along the strand, now spread,
Gigantick in their threats, in numbers too

Terrible to us, an infant nation.where's the hope
O f help ?-behold, from higher Heaven

New sprung, a beam, that lights to WASHINGTON!