which, at the last day, "the Son of Man shall come," will be "the glory of his Father," we learn from the hallowed lips of Christ himself;* and may conjecture will be such, as once abode upon Mount Sinai ;-from which if the Israelites had not been permitted and enjoined to keep aloof, they must have perished:† but which, when all things are accomplished, the world cannot escape;-because in those days "the LORD will break forth upon

them."+

Indeed, when the sacred statement, that the Heavens and Earth shall flee away before the face of the LORD, is compared with the terrific declaration of God himself, that "there shall no man see him and live, does it not seem as if the end of all things

* Matth. ch. xvi. v. 27.

† Exod. ch. xix. v. 21. + Ibid. v. 24.

§ This is the same catastrophe, which St. Peter has described as "the coming of the day of God; wherein the Heavens "being on fire shall be dissolved; and the elements shall melt "with fervent heat; and the Earth also, and the works that are "therein be burned up."- -Second Ep. Gen..ch. iii. v. 10 & 12. Nahum, speaking prophetically, and (as it should seem, though perhaps inadvertently,) of this consummation of all things, says, "the hills melt, and the Earth is burnt AT HIS PRESENCE: yea "the world, and all that dwell therein." Ch. i. v. 5.-See also Habakkuk. ch. iii. v. 4 & 11. "And his brightness was as the light," &c.

|| Exodus, ch. xxxiii. v. 20.

would be but an illustration of this awful truth: and the World be consumed and perish, in the mere revelation of Divine Effulgence?

If with the Muse he toyed, in younger days,
Why should we censure? rather let us praise.

ANON.

PART of what, in Number XVII, I observed in the case of Mr. Croker, I here have to repeat in that of Baron Smith;-and to declare that I would not notice a report, which connects the following poems with his name, but for the three reasons which I am about to give. First, that in acknowledging myself to have heard them ascribed to him, I am not confirming the truth of such a rumour: secondly, that they do not, according to my judgment, disgrace their Author; whoever he may be and thirdly,

because, though the report to which I have adverted should be true, the dates annexed to these productions (from the copies in my hands,) will shew that I am but recording the liberal amusements of his youth; and si quid OLIM lusit, endeavouring to preserve it. He surely need not blush to have it said, that he did not, in his spring of life, any more than the great Lord Mansfield, scorn to visit Aganippe, or to court the Muse.

HYMN TO HEALTH.*

Α" ρατο με δέμας· ὁρθετε κάρα.

Δελύμαί μελέων σύνδεσμα.

Ὁ δ ̓ ολβιος ἵν με συ θυμω

EURIPID.

Προφρων τιμησεις• τῶ δ ̓ ἄφθονα πάντα πάρεςί. HOMER.

HITHER turn thee, rosy maid!
Turn-to give the wretched aid!
Power I reck not: wealth I spurn:
Hither, heavenly Vision, turn!

With thy vivid, vermil hue,
Tinge my faded cheek anew:

* Written at Christ Church, in 1784; Ætat. 18.-The Latin lines upon Lord Nelson, together with the English version of them, inserted in No. 17,-the translation from Waller in No. XXV, and the burlesque poem entitled "The Arrangement," introduced in No. XXVI, I find ascribed to the same hand.

Stay the withering griefs that soil;
Where they trickled, plant a smile ;
And kindle thro' my sparkling eye
The beams of radiant ecstacy.

Ah! let not Spring disclose in vain The treasures of her orient reign! Or flowery May-breath summon all But me-to Nature's Festival. Behold the whispering zephyrs rove; And piercing sweetness thrills the grove: The fields their freshest verdure wear; And laughs around the childish year! Then haste thee lovely Dryad, turn! Nor leave me singly thus to mourn.

Hand in hand let's skirt the mead,
Fast by the twinkling aspen shade :
Let us thrid the dewy vale,
Where the rill glitters to the gale;
Or the tangling grass among,
Steals its latent tricklings on.

The bordering upland climb we now,
And from its scene-commanding brow,
Beneath a shadowy group of trees,
On pillowing verdure stretch'd at ease,
Let's view the mingled prospect round;
Flowery lawn, and fallow ground;
Oxen, o'er the furrow'd soil,

Urging their accustom❜d toil;

Cottages, that here and there,
Speckling the social tilth, appear;

And spires, that as from groves they rise,

Tell where the lurking hamlet lies:

Hills white with many a bleating throng,
And lakes, whose willowy banks along,
Herds or ruminate, or lave,
Immersing in the silent wave.

The sombre wood-the cheerful plain,
Green with the hope of future grain :
A tender blade, ere Autumn smile
Benignant on the farmer's toil;

Gild the ripe fields with mellowing hand;
And scatter plenty through the land.

On Earth should dazzling Summer brood, Lead to some bosky solitude:

Pent in the leafy, wild retreat,
There let me press a moss-grown seat;
Where violets droop their purple heads;
Its fragrance the pale primrose sheds;
And where the fresh, dew-sprinkled thorn,
Showers of roses wild adorn:

There listening to the Mantuan swain,
Warbling his simplest rural strain,
Let no rude cry mine ear invade:
No clamour start the tranquil shade:
But softly shuddering, let the breeze,
In meshes snared of rustling trees,
Shake coolness from his wings, and sound,
Cull'd from the peaceful haunts around;

(Strains that for musing Poets made,
Steal from the world, and seek the shade ;)
Or distant city's wafted cry,

Lull'd to a murmur, ere it die.

These from without while Zephyrs glean, Be sound as soothing caught within.

Y