years, with the character of a worthy man, and an excellent chriftian; he perform'd the kind offices of a good neighbour at home, and made a fhining figure as a patriot in the fenate-house; he died with a peaceful conscience in the faith and hope of the gofpel, and the tears of his country were dropped upon his tomb.

The world, that knew the whole feries of his life, ftood amazed at the mighty change: They beheld him as a wonder of reformation, while he himself confefs'd and ador'd the divine power and mercy, which had transform'd him from a brute to

a man.

But this was a fingle inftance; and we may almost venture to write Miracle upon it. Are there not large numbers of both fexes among our young gentry, and among the families of quality, in a degenerate age, whofe lives thus run to utter wafte, without the leaft tendency to usefulness and reformation, and with a fcorn of all repentance?

When I meet with perfons of fuch a worthless character as this, it brings to my mind fome scraps of Horace,

Nos numerus fumus, & fruges confumere nati. Alcinoique Juventus

Cui pulchrum fuit in Medios dormire dies, Bc.

PARA

B

Ehold, the

To Southwel Tune.

grace appears,
The promife is fulfill'd;

Mary the wondrous virgin bears,
And Jefus is the Child.

2 The Lord, the highest God,
Calls him his only fon;

He bids him rule the lands abroad,
And gives him David's throne.
3 O'er Jacob fhall he reign
With a peculiar fway;

The nations fhall his grace obtain,
His kingdom ne'er decay.
4 To bring the glorious news,

A heavenly form appears;
He tells the fhepherds of their joys,
And baniflies their fears.

5 Go, bumble fwains, faith he,.
To David's City fly;

The promis'd Infant born to day
Doth in a manger

lie.

6 With looks and hearts ferene

Go vifit Chrift your King;

And ftrait a flaming troop was feen;
The fhepherds heard them fing,

7 Glory to God on high,

And heavenly peace on earth,

Good

Good-will to men, to angels joy,
At the Redeemer's birth.
8 In worship fo divine

Let faints imploy their tongues;
With the celeftial hoft we join,
And loud repeat their fongs.
9 Glory to God on high,

And heav'nly peace on earth,
Good-will to men, to angels joy,
At our Redeemer's birth.

To the HOLY TRINITY.

To the 100 Pfalm Tune.

Lory to God the Trinity,

Glory

Whose Name has myfteries unknown;

In Effence One, in Perfon Three,
A focial Nature, yet alone.

When all our nobleft Pow'rs are join'd
The Honours of thy Name to raise,
Thy Glories over-match our mind,
The Angels faint beneath the Praise.