POEM Written by a Gentleman, on seeing the body of his only son in a coffin, who died under five years of age. Look, Sensibility, on this, The little fondling boy! Who wou'd on tip-toes beg a kiss, Whose harmless soul, and prattling tongue, (Seen with a parent's eye) Bright future prospects spread along; But-ended in a sigh. Whence all this fondness, Wisdom, say, Which makes me look intent Upon this little lump of clay, 'Tis that affection, wisely meant, Th' affection you have shewn, so true, Divide it now, where 'tis most due, X Let judgment over passion get He, for himself, has paid that debt, Come, silly mortal! take your stand, 'Tis wisdom brings you here, to see His innocence to rest is gone In preference to you; Remember, tho' his work is done, That yours is yet to do. Then dry your tears, your duty know, Rejoice that this is true; Who cannot come to you. . Let Wisdom's voice be heard alone, Pow'r infinite, and wisdom, claim Goodness and Mercy are his name, Shall Passion to calm goodness preach Or Ignorance pretend to teach Pleasure will various arts employ 'Tis GOD presides o'er things below, Submission is his due; That duty to your Father shew, Hail, Wisdom's voice-I will obey, Folly and shame unite; Passion uo more shall bear the sway, 'Tis wisdom I invite. The expectation, rais'd too high, Grant to my soul-(this is my pray'r) A ray of light divine; Then Disappointment's cruel hand, Tho' troubles round me cloud the day, Whilst Resignation's voice shall say, When kind affliction shall appear, With him I will no danger dread, Freeman's Journal. THE FOLLOWING JEU D' ESPRIT Was the production of the present Dean of Derry, Dr. Barnard, who advanced, in conversation with Sir Joshua Reynolds and other wits, that he thought "no man could improve when he was past the age of forty-five." Johnson (Samue!) who was in company, with his usual roughness, immediately turned round to the facetious Dean, and told him he was an instance to the contrary, for that there was great room for improvement in him (the Dean) and wished he'd set about it; upon which, the Dean the next day sent the following elegant Bagatelle to Sir Joshua and the same company. TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS AND Co. BY THE DEAN OF DERRY. I LATELY thought no man alive The observation was not new, But seem'd to me so just and true, "No, sir," says Johnson, "tis not so, |