But while this fofter art their bliss supplies,
It gives their follies also room to rise ;
For praise too dearly lov’d, or warmly

fought,
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought.
And the weak soul, within itself unblest,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art,
Pants for the vulgar praise which fools iin-

part ;
Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,
And trims her robes of frize with copper

lace;

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Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
To boast one splendid banquet once a year;
The mind still turns where shifting passion

draws,
Nor weighs the folid worth of self-applause.

To men of other minds my fancy Aies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland

lies : Methinks her patient fons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the

land, VOL. I.

Ava

And, sedulous to stop the coming tide,
Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride.
Onward methinks, and diligently low,
The firm connected bulwark seems to grow:
Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar,
Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore,
While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile,
Sees an amphibious world beneath him

smile;
The slow canal, the yellow blossom’d vale,
The willow-tufted bank, the gliding fail,
The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
A new creation rescu'd from his reign,
Thus while around the wave subjected

foil, Impels the native to repeated toil, Industrious habits in each bosom reign, And industry begets a love of gain. Hence all the good from opulence that

springs, With all those ills fuperfluous treasure brings, Are here difplay'd. Their much-lov'd

wealth imparts Convenience, plenty, elegance and arts ;

But

But view them closer, craft and fraud ap

pear, Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy fell it, and the rich man buys ; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves, Here wretches seek dishonourable graves, And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the

storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic fires of

old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; · War in each breast, and freedom on each

brow;

How much unlike the sons of Britain now !

GOLDSMITH.

Modesty Rewarded. Acertain cardinal, by the multitude of his generous actions, gave occasion to the world to call him the Patron of the Poor. This ecclesiastical prince had a constant custom, once a week, to give public audience to all indigent people in the hall of his palace, and to relieve every one according to their various necessities, or the motions of his own goodness. One day a poor widow, encouraged by the fame of his bounty, came into the hall of this cardinal with

her

her only daughter, a beautiful maid, about fifteen years of

age. When her turn came to be heard among a crowd of petitioners, the cardinal observing the marks of an extraordinary modesty in her face and carriage, as also in her daughter, encouraged her to tell her wants freely. She blushing, and not without tears, thus addressed herself to hiin': “ My lord, I owe for the rent of my house five crowns, and such is my misfortune, that I have no way left to pay it, except that which would break my heart, (and my landlord threatens to force me to it) which is, to prostitue this my only daughC 3

ter,