In consequence of which, your welcome boon In consequence of which some chanc'd to die, For less than twelve pence, send whate'er you may, News have I none that I can deign to write, Save that it rain'd prodigiously last night; And that ourselves were, at the seventh hour, Caught in the first beginning of the show'r; But walking, running, and with much ado, Got home-just time enough to be wet through, Yet both are well, and, wond'rous to be told, Soused as we were, we yet have caught no cold; And wishing just the same good hap to you, We say, good Madam, and good Sir, adieu! VERSES PRINTED BY HIMSELF ON A FLOOD AT OLNEY. To watch the storms, and hear the sky To shake with cold, and see the plains EXTRACT FROM A SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r, In heaven, thy dwelling-place, From infants, made the public care, And taught to seek thy face! Thanks for thy word, and for thy day, Thanks that we hear-but, oh! impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, ON THE RECEIPT OF A HAMPER. (IN THE MANNER OF HOMER.) THE straw-stuff'd hamper with his ruthless steel He open'd, cutting sheer th' inserted cords, Which bound the lid and lip secure. Forth came The rustling package first, bright straw of wheat, Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distill'd Of the fair mother of his friend-the Rose. ON THE NEGLECT OF HOMER. COULD Homer come himself, distress'd and poor, |