Having heard that your Majesty's health is in a dangerous state, our consciences oblige us to give you the most wholesome advice, for the salvation of your soul: It is, that you employ the few days you have to live in the knowledge of Jesus Christ, and his merits; to make your peace in the blood of the Lamb, and enlist under his banners."

The King read this advice with great attention; and having asked his secretary, by whom it had been présented; he was told, that the Moravians, in a body, had delivered it to him. "You must thank

them," said Frederick, “ very politely; for they speak to me with an honest bluntness."

LINES.

HOMEWARD BOUND.

Loose ev'ry sail to the breeze,
The course of my vessel improve,
I've done with the toils of the seas;
Ye sailors I'm bound to my love.

Since Emma is true, as she's fair, My griefs, I fling all to the wind; "Tis a pleasing return for my care,

My mistress is constant and kind.

My sails are all fill'd to my dear, What tropic bird swifter can move? Who, cruel shall hold his career,

That returns to the nest of his love?

Hoist ev'ry sail to the breeze,

Come, shipmates, and join in the

song;

Let's drink, while our ship cuts the seas, To the gale that may drive her along.

Epitaph for Lord Mayor Beckford.

This tomb, what few succeeding ones shall boast,

A British heart preserves, and British

Anecdote of the fore-named Lord Mayor Beckford.

Lord Effingham, (a relation of Lord Mayor Beckford's,) before he went a volunteer in the Russian service, being at dinner with him, at his house in Sohosquare, his lordship was a little more thoughtful than usual, which being observed by the Lord Mayor Beckford; he asked him the cause of it. As the party consisted only of a few chosen friends, Lord Effingham ingenuously confessed, "That fitting himself out for his expedition, and discharging his tradesmen's bills, required a thousand pounds more, than he at that time could possibly spare."

Pho, pho, my lord," said Mr. Beck

ford," Apply to Lady Effingham; What signifies a thousand pounds? she has been perhaps, a greater œconomist, than you are aware of; I dare say she can supply. you." This reply was looked upon by

Lord Effingham, as sufficient to put an end to the subject; and the conversation took another turn. About an hour afterwards, the Lord Mayor seemed to recollect some public business, which demanded his instant attendance; but previously insisted his lordship should stay and spend the evening with him, as the business would be soon over. Having engaged his promise, he instantly drove to Lord Effingham's house, and putting bank-notes to the amount of two thousand pounds into Lady Effingham's hands, begged her acceptance of them, as it was probable, his lordship might have occasion for some ready money, previous to his departure. Without waiting for Lady Effingham's reply, (who was surprised at such an eccentric act of generosity) he instantly drove back, rejoined his company, and enjoyed himself with that heart-felt vivacity that is the constant. attendant on generous minds.

BALLAD

Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled,
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead.
Or dost thou free, at pleasure roam,
And sometimes share thy lover's woe,
Where void of thee, his cheerless home,
Can now, alas! no comfort know.

Oh! if thou hoverest round my walk,
While under ev'ry well known tree,

I to thy fancy'd shadow talk,

And ev'ry tear is full of thee. Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Oh! visit thou my soothing dream.

THE LAWYER'S PRAYER.

Ordain'd to tread the slip'ry ground, Where few, I fear, are faithful found; Mine be the conscience, void of blame, The upright heart, the spotless nume –