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tated by a just regard for the honour of God, and we can believe that a man is satisfied with himself, indignant grief excited by the profligacy of the age, merely because he endeavours to appear so. А and a tender compassion for the souls of men. smile upor: the face is often but a mask worn occa

His favourite topics are least insisted on in the sionally, and in company, to prevent, if possible, a piece entitled “ Table Talk;' which therefore, with suspicion of what at the same time is passing in the some regard to the prevailing taste, and that those, heart. We know that there are people who seldom who are governed by it, may not be discouraged at sinile when they are alone, who therefore are glad the very threshold from proceeding farther, is placed to hide themselves in a throng from the violence of first. In most of the larger Poems which follow, their own reflections, and who, while by their looks his leading design is more explicitly avowed and and their language they wish to persuade us they pursued. He aims to communicate his own per- are happy, would be glad to change their conditions ceptions of the truth, beauty, and influence of the

with a dog. But in defiance of all their efforts, religion of the Bible-a religion, which, however they continue to think, forebode, and tremble. discredited by the misconduct of many, who have

This we know, for it has been our own state, and not renounced the Christian name, proves itself,

therefore we know how to commiserate it in others. when rightly understood, and cordially embraced,

-From this state the Bible relieved us: when we to be the grand desideratum, which alone can re

were led to read it with attention, we found our lieve the mind of man from painful and unavoid

selves described. We learned the causes of our able anxieties, inspire it with stable peace and solid inquietude-we were directed to a method of relief hope, and furnish those motives and prospects,

-We tried, and we were not disappointed. which, in the present state of things, are absolutely necessary to produce a conduct worthy of a rational

Deus nobis hæc otia fecit. creature, distinguished by a vastness of capacity, which no assemblage of earthly good can satisfy,

We are now certain, that the Gospel of Christ is and by a principle and pre-intimation of immor. the power of God unto salvation to every one that tality.

believeth. It has reconciled us to God, and to our At a time when hypothesis and conjecture in

selves, to our duty, and our situation. It is the philosophy are so justly exploded, and little is con

balm and cordial of the present life, and a sovereign sidered as deserving the name of knowledge, which

antidote against the fear of death. will not stand the test of experiment, the very use

Sed hactenus hæc. Some smaller pieces upon of the term experimental in religious concernments

less important subjects close the volume.

Not one is by too many unhappily rejected with disgust of them, I believe, was written with a view to But we well know, that they, who affect to despise publication, but I was unwilling they should be the inward feelings which religious persons speak omitted.. of, and to treat them as enthusiasm and folly, have inward feelings of their own, which, though they

JOHN NEWTON. would, they cannot suppress.

We have been too long in the secret ourselves, to account the proud, the ambitious, or the voluptuous, happy. We must

Charles Square, Hoxton, lose the remembrance of what we once were, before

February 18, 1782.



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Table Talk

Another addressed to a Young Lady

87 Progress ot Error

The Poet's New-year's-Gift

ib. Truth

Ode to Apollo

ib. Expostulation 14 Pairing Time anticipated.--A Fable

88 Hope 13 The Dog and Water Lily

ib. Charity

24 The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant ib. Conversation 28 The Shrubbery

89 Retirement

The Winter Nosegay

ib. Mutual Forbearance necessary to the Happiness of the Married State

ib. The Task, in Six Books :

The Negro's Complaint

90 Book I. The Sofa

Pity for Poor Africans

ib. II. The Time-piece

The Morning Dream

ib. III. The Garden

The Nightingale and Glow-worm

91 IV. The Winter Evening

On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his Cage 57

ib. V. The Winter Morning Walk

The Pine-apple and the Bee 62

ib. - VI. The Winter Walk at Noon

Horace, Book II. Ode X. 68

ib. Reflection on the foregoing Ode

92 Tirocinium; or a Review of Schools 75 The Lily and the Rose

ib. Yearly Distress, or Tithing Time at Stock, in Idem Latine Redditum

ib, Essex

The Poplar Field

ib. Sonnet addressed to Henry Cowper 83 Idem Latine Redditum

ib. Lines addressed to Dr. Darwin ib. Votum

ib. On Mrs. Montagu's Feather Hangings

ib. Verses supposed to be written by Alexander

TRANSLATIONS FROM VINCENT Selkirk, during his abode in the Island of

Juan Fernandez


93 On the promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq. to

The Glow-worm

ib. the Chancellorship of England


ib. Ode to Peace

The Jackdaw

ih. Human Frailty

Ad Grillum.-Anacreonticum

ib. The Modern Patriot

The Cricket

94 On observing some names of little Note, record

Simile agit in Simile

ib, ed in the Biographia Britannica

The Parrot

ib Report of an adjudged Case not to be found in any of the Books


An Epistle to an afflicted Protestant Lady in

ib. On the burning of Lord Mansfield's Library


ib, On the Same

A Tale. Founded on fact

95 The Love of the World reproved

The History of John Gilpin

il. On the death of Lady Throckmorton's Bul To the Rev. William Cawthorne Unwin 97 finch

86 Answer to Stanzas addressed to Lady Hesketh, The Rose

ib. by Miss Catharine Fanshawe, in returning a The Doves


Poem of Mr. Cowper's, lent to her, on conA Fable


dition she should neither show it, nor take a Comparison

'ib. Copy





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On the Ice Islands, seen floating in the Ger- On Mr. Chester of Chichely

106 man Ocean, 1799. 97 From a Letter to the Rev. Mr. Newton

ib. On finding the Heel of a Shoe ib. Annus Mernorabilis, 1789.

lib. Stanzas on the late indecent liberties taken Inscription for the Tomb of Mr. Hamilton 107 with the remains of the Great Milton


Stanzas 'subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mor. The Cottager and his Landlord

ib. tality of the Parish of All Saints, Nor. The Colubriad ib. thampton, anno domini, 1787.

ib. An Epistle to Joseph Hill, Esq. ib. On a Similar Occasion, 1788.

'ib. To Robert Lloyd, Esq. 99 On a Similar Occasion, 1789.

108 To the Rev. Mr. Newton ib. On a Similar Occasion, 1790.

ib. Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia 100 On a Similar Occasion, 1792.

ib. A Tale

On a Similar Occasion, 1793.

109 The Needless Alarm.-A Tale

On the Queen's Visit to London

ib. Catharina

The Enchantment Dissolved

ib. The Moralizer Corrected.

A Tale


110 Heroism ib The Judgment of the Poets, 1791.

ib, The Faithful Bird 103 The Salad-By Virgil

ib. Boadicea.-An Ode

ib. Hymn for the Use of the Sunday School at Sunset and Sunrise ib. Olney

111 On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture ib. Sonnet-To Charles Diodati

ib. Friendship 104 To William Hayley, Esq. 1793.

112 The Four Ages 105 To William Wilberforce, Esq. 1792.

ib. On a Mischievous Bull, which the Owner of On an Infant

ib. him sold at the Author's instance 106 Epitaph on a Hare,

ib. To the Spanish Admiral, Count Gravina, on Epitaphium Alterum

ib. bis translating the Author's Song on a Rose Acoount of the Author's treatment of into Italian Verse






Si te forte meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,

Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13.

A. YOU told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;
The deeds, that men admire as halt divine,
Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears
The laurel, that the very lightning spares !
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant that, men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war;
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with justice on his side.

Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. "Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that Heaven bestows; And when recording history displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died Where duty placed them, at their country's side; The man that is not moved with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds, Unworthy of the blessings of the brave, Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

But let eternal infamy pursue The wretch, to nought but his ambition true, Who, for the sake of filling with one blast The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste. Think yourself station'd on a towering rock, To see a people scatter'd like a flock, Some royal mastiff panting at their heels, With all the savage thirst a tiger feels; Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette, Chief monster that has plagued the nations yet: The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced, Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced ! The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour, And death's own sithe would better speak his

power ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man: Kings do but reason on the self-same plan; Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, seem to think, man made for

them. B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns With much sufficiency in royal brains: Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone, Wanting its proper base to stand upon. Man made for kings! those optics are but dim That tell you so-say, rather, they for him, That were indeed a king-ennobling thought, Could they, or would they, reason as they ought. The diadem, with mighty projects lined To catch renown by ruining mankind, Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store, Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.

Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good, How seldom used, how little understood ! To pour in virtue's lap her

just reward, Keep vice restraind behind a double guard;

To quell the faction that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone;
To nurse with tender care the thriving arts,
Watch every beam philosophy imparts;
To give religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statute a believer's hope;
With close fidelity and love unfeign'd
To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise ;
His life a lesson to the land he sways;
To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw;
To sheathe it in the peace-restoring close
With joy beyond what victory bestows;
Bless'd country, where these kingly glories shine ;
Bless'd England, if this happiness be thine!

A. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe
Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.

A bribe.
The worth of his three kingdoms I defy,
To lure me to the baseness of a lie.
And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast)
The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
Those arts be theirs, who hate his gentle reign,
But he that loves him has no need to feign.
A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown ad-

dress'd, Seems to imply a censure on the rest.

B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale, Ask'd, when in hell, to see the royal

jail ; Approved their method in all other things; But where, good Sir, do you confine your kings? There-said his guide-the group is full in view. Indeed !-replied the Don-there are but few. His black interpreter the charge disdain'dFew, fellow There are all that ever reign'd. Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike The guilty and not guilty both alike. I grant the sarcasm is too severe, And we can readily refute it here; While Alfred's name, the father of his age, And the Sixth Edward's, grace the historic page.

A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all, By their own conduct they must stand or fall.

B. True. While they live the courtly laureat pays
His quitrent ode, his peppercorn of praise;
And many a dunce, whose fingers itch to write,
Adds, as he can, his tributary mite;
A subject's faults a subject may proclaim,
A monarch's errors are forbidden game!
Thus free from censure, over-awed by fear,
And praised for virtues that they scorn to wear,
The fleeting forms of majesty engage
Respect, while stalking o'er life's narrow stage ;
Then leave their crimes for history to scan,
And ask with busy scorn, Was this the man ?

I pity kings whom worship waits upon,
Obsequious, from the cradle to the throne;
Before whose infant eyes the flatterer bows,
And binds a wreath about their baby brows;
Whom education stiftens into state,
And death awakens from that dream too late.
Oh! if Servility with supple knees,
Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please ;
If smooth dissimulation, skill'd to grace
A devil's purpose with an angel's face;
If smiling peeresses, and simpering peers,
Encompassing his throne a few short years;


If the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed, Patient of constitutional control,
That wants no driving, and disdains the lead; He bears it with meek manliness of soul :
If guards, mechanically form'd in ranks,

But, if authority grow wanton, wo
Playing, at beat of drum, their martial pranks, To hire that treads upon his free-born tre;
Shouldering and standing as if struck to stone, One step beyond the boundary of the laws
While condescending majesty looks on ;-

Fires him at once in freedom's glorious cause. If monarchy consist in such base things,

Thus, Froud prerogative, not much revered, Sighing, I say again, I pity kings!

Is seldom felt, though sometimes seen and heard; To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood, And in his cage, like parrot fine and gay, Even when he labours for his country's good; Is kept, to strut, look big, and talk away. To see a band, call'd patriot for no cause,

Born in a climate softer far than ours, But that they catch at popular applause,

Not form'd like us, with such Herculean powers, Careless of all th' anxiety he feels,

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Hook disappointment on the public wlieels; Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, With all their flippant fluency of tongue,

Is always happy, reign whoever may, Most confident, when palpably most wrong ;- And laughs the sense of misery far away, If this be kingly, then farewell for me

He drinks his simple beverage with a gust; All kingship; and may I be poor and free.

And, feasting on an onion and a crust, To be the Table Talk of clubs upstairs,

We never feel the alacrity and joy To which th' unwash'd artificer repairs;

With which he shouts and carols Vive le Ro, To' indulge his genius after long fatigue,

Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee, By diving into cabinet intrigue

As if he heard his king say-Slave, be free.
(For what kings deem a toil, as well they may, Thus happiness depends, as nature shows,
To him is relaxation and mere play ;)

Less on exterior things than most suppose.
To win no praise when well-wrought plans prevail, Vigilant over all that he has made,
But to be rudely censared when they fail;

Kind Providence attends with gracious aid
To doubt the love his favourites may pretend, Bids Equity throughout his works prevail,
And in reality to find no friend;

And weighs the nations in an even scale; If he indulge a cultivated taste,

He can encourage slavery to a smile, His galleries with the works of art well graced, And fill with discontent a British isle. To hear it call'd extravagance and waste

A. Freeman and slave then, if the case be If these attendants, and if such as these

such, Must follow royalty, then welcome ease;

Stand on a level; and you prove too much: However humble and confined the sphere,

If all men indiscriminately share Happy the state that has not these to fear.

His fostering power, and tutelary care, A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative As well be yoked by despotism's hand, have dwelt

As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land. On situations that they never felt,

B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to Start up sagacious, cover'd with the dust

show, Of dreaming study and pedantic rust,

That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. And prate and preach about what others prove,

The mind attains, beneath her happy reign, As if the world and they were hand and glove. The growth that Nature meant she should attain; Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares;

The varied fields of science, ever new, They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs; Opening, and wider opening on her view, Poets, of all men, ever least regret

She ventures onward with a prosperous force, Increasing taxes and the nation's debt.

While no base fear impedes her in her course. Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse Religion, richest favour of the skies, The mighty plan, oracular, in verse,

Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes; No bard, howe'er majestic, old or new,

No shades of superstition blot the day, Should claim my fix'd attention more than you.

Liberty chases all that gloom away; B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay The soul, emancipated, unoppress'd, To turn the course of Helicon that way;

Free to prove all things, and hold fast the best, Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide

Learns much; and to a thousand listening minds Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside, Communicates with joy the good she finds; Or tinkle in Change Alley, to amuse

Courage in arms, and ever prompt to show The leather ears of stock jobbers and Jews.

His manly forehead to the fiercest foe; A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme

Glorious in war, but for the sake of peace, To themes more pertinent, if less sublime.

His spirits rising as his toils increase, When ministers and ministerial arts;

Guards well what arts and industry hare won, Patriots, who love good places as their hearts;

And freedom claims him for her first-born son. When admirals, extoll'd for standing still,

Slaves fight for what were better cast awayOr doing nothing with a deal of skill;

The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway; Generals, who will not conquer when they may,

But they that fight for freedom, undertake Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay ;

The noblest cause mankind can have at stake: When freedom, wounded almost to despair, Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call Though discontent alone can find out where; A blessing-freedom is the pledge of all. When themes like these employ the puet's tongue,

Oh liberty! the prisoner's pleasing dream, I hear as mute as if a siren sung.

The poet's muse, his passion and his theme; Or tell me, if you can, what power maintains

Genius is thine, and thou art fancy's nurse; A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains ?

Lost without thee, th' ennobling powers of verse; That were a theme might animate the dead, Heroic song from thy free touch acquires And move the lips of poets cast in lead.

Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires : B. The cause, though worth the search, may yet Place me where winter breathes his keenest air, Conjecture and remark, however shrewd. [elude And I will sing, if liberty be there; They take perhaps a well-directed aim,

And I will sing at liberty's dear feet, Who seek it in his climate and his frame.

In Afric's torrid clime, or India's fiercest heat. Liberal in all things else, yet nature here

A. Sing where you please ; in such a cause I With stern severity deals out the year.

An English poet's privilege to rant ; [grant Winter invades the spring, and often pours

But is not freedom--at least is not ours A chilling flood on summer's drooping flowers Too apt to play the wanton with her powers, Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams, Grow freakish, and o'erleaping every inound, Ungenial blasts attending, curl the streams; Spread anarchy and terror all around ? The peasants urge their harvest, ply the fork

B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your With double toil, and shiver at their work:

horse Thus, with a rigour for his good design'd,

For bounding and curvetting in his course ? She rears her favourite man of all mankind.

Or if, when ridden with a careless rein, His form robust and of elastic tone,

He break away, and seek the distant plain? Proportion'd vell, half muscle and half bone, No. His high mettie, under good control, Supplies with warm activity and force

Gives him Olympic speed, and shoots him to the A mind well-lodged, and masculine of course.

goal. Hence liberty, sweet liberty ! inspires,

Let discipline employ her wholesome arts; And keeps alive, his fierce but noble fires.

Let magistrates alert perform their parts;

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