HAPPY FREEDOM OF THE MAN WHOM GRACE MAKES FREE. (COWPER.) He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free; | Of nature, and, though poor, perhaps, compared His are the moun'tains; and the valleys his; | Are they not his by a peculiar right, | Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, | Yes' ye may fill your gar.ners, | ye Were built, the fountains o'pen'd, or the sea' His freedom is the same in ev'ry state; | THE EXILE OF ERIN. (CAMPBELL.) There came to the beach, a poor exile of E`rin; Sad is my fate! (said the heart-broken stranger) | Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, | Erin, my country! | though sad, and forsaken, | And sigh for the friends that can meet me no more,. | O cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me | In a mansion of peace where no perils can chase' me? | Where is my cab'in-door, fast by the wild, wood? | Yet all its fond recollections suppressing, | THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE, WHO FELL AT THE BATTLE OF CORUNNA. (WOLFE.) Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note', | Ireland my darling! - Ireland for ever! We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin enclos'd his breast, | Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we bound him; | We thought, as we hallow'd his narrow bed, | That the foe, and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow. | Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, | But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on | But half of our heavy task was done, | When the clock told the hour for retiring; | And we knew by the distant, and random gun, | That the foe was sullenly firing. | Slowly, and sadly we laid him down | From the field of his fame, fresh, and gory:| We carv'd not a line, | we rais'd not a stone', | But left him alone in his glory. THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH SHOW THE GLORY AND THE WISDOM OF THEIR CREATOR. THE EARTH HAPPILY ADAPTED TO THE NATURE OF MAN. (GOLDSMITH.) The universe may be considered as the palace in which the Deity resides; and the earth, as one of its apart.ments. In this, all the meaner races of animated nature mechanically obey him; and stand ready to execute his commands without hesitation. Man alone is found refractory | he is the only being, endued with a power of contradicting these mandates. | The Deity was pleased to exert superior power in creating him a superior being; a being endued with a choice of good, and evil; and capable, in some measure, of co-operating with his own intentions. | Man, therefore, may be considered as a limited creature, | endued with powers, imitative of those residing in the Deity. He is thrown into a world that stands in need of his help; and he has been granted a power of producing harmony from partial confusion. If, therefore, we consider the earth as allotted for our habitation, | we shall find, that much has been given us to enjoy, and much to amend,; that we have ample reasons for our gratitude, and many for our industry. In those great outlines of nature, to which art cannot reach, and where our greatest efforts must nave been ineffectual, God himself has finished every thing with amazing grandeur, and beauty. Our beneficent Father has considered these parts of nature as peculiarly his own; as parts which no creature | could have skill, or strength to amend; and he has, therefore, made them incapable of altera'tion, or of more perfect regularity. The heavens, and the firmament | show the wisdom, and the glory of the Workman. Astronomers, who are best skilled in the symmetry of systems, I can find nothing there that they can alter for the better. God made these perfect, because no subordinate being | could correct their defects. When, therefore, we survey nature on this side, | nothing can be more splendid, more correct, or amazing. We there behold a Deity | residing in the midst of a universe, infinitely extended every way, animating all, and cheering the vacuity with his presence. | We behold an immense, and shapeless mass of matter, |