There Fancy sees thee still amidst thy flow'rs,
Along thy walks, or in thy fav'rite bowers;
And tho' beneath this stone thy relics lie,
Fresh-as when summon'd to th' expecting sky,
Thy graceful Manners, Form, and beauteous Mind,
Still seem to bless the Spot thou hast resign'd.

Take, then, dear Shade, while awful thus I bend,
O take the Tribute of thy Husband's Friend;
A Friend who knows his love, devoid of art,
The richest offspring of the noblest Heart * !

The following is the Inscription to the Memory of this estimable Lady:

"In Memory of

LADY CALDWELL,

Daughter of GODFREY MEYNEL, of Bradley, in the County of Derby, Esq. Wife of Sir JOHN CALDWELL, of Castle Caldwell, Bart.

In the Kingdom of Ireland.

Obiit Anno Ætatis suæ 39, Mar. 18, 1795.

To the Best of Wives, to the Best of Parents,

To a Beloved and Fond Companion,

To the Sweetest and Dearest of Friends;

To such an Exalted Character,

Which in dignifying her Sex honoured Human Nature;
Whose Excellence must live as long as

Virtue and Goodness shall be respected among Men,
This unadorned Stone is placed here;

As the humble Record, and affectionate Tribute,

Of an Affectionate and Disconsolate

Husband."

AN

AN ODE,

FOR THE CENTENARY OF THE CHARITY-SCHOOL OF

ST. JOHN, WAPPING.

O THOU! to suffering mortals giv’n, Whom the Almighty Father calls his own, And plac'd Thee near his everlasting Throne, Amongst the best belov'd of Heav'n!

Sister of Pity and of Love,
O CHARITY! Supremely fair,

Now, in thy native realms above,
Receive, receive our tributary prayer!

For now the blessed hour appears,
After the Sun his hundred years
Hath on thy temple shone with light divine;
And now thy chosen Bands,

With ready and obedient hands,

Would pour their incense o'er thy hallow'd shrine; Their free-will offering now would pay,

More bright and beauteous than the ray That Sun in His centenary could dartThe sacred Incense of a grateful Heart!

Say, can the beam of orient Morn
So gem, with lucid light, the Thorn

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On whose fresh bud the dew-drops shine,-
Can these with the rich crystal vie
That glows in cherub Pity's eye,

Or, gentle Gratitude! with thine?
Say, can that orient Morn itself display
So pure a tribute, or so soft a ray?

To that the noon-tide Orb is pale;
And faint, Arabia's boasted gale

To the sweet sigh the widow'd Mother heaves,
Or smile of orphan'd Babe, whom Charity relieves.
Zephyrs of Paradise were rude
To thy soft breath, O Gratitude!

And, hark! responsive to the mingled sound,
While Music spreads the breathing charm around,
With folded hands and flowing eyes,
What suppliant, tender Forms arise!
What bosoms taught by Thee to know
Of Gratitude th' enraptur'd glow!
In every voice we hear it speak,
We see it bloom on every cheek;

We see it in each smile and tear,

That hails, O Charity! thy votive Year:

And while thy tender Mercies we proclaim,
Catch a bright portion of thy heav'nly flame;
Fill'd with thy Spirit, feel the spark divine,
And learn to make our Treasures blest as thine*.

* I am just informed by the Secretary of this laudable establishment, that the Charity School of St. John, of Wapping, arose originally from a

society

society of young men, who were used to meet in the vestry-room of the parish-church, on the last Sunday in every month, to read and expound the Scriptures, preparatory to receiving the Sacrament on the Sunday following.

The first School was opened on Whit-Tuesday, A. D. 1704, and twenty boys only were admitted: it then became patronized by donations, collections at charity sermons, and yearly subscriptions. In the year 1708 a School was instituted for the reception of girls; and, accordingly, ten were admitted. By the benevolence of the inhabitants it increased; and the old School being both out of repair and too small, the present edifice was erected in the year 1760: since which period fifty boys and forty girls have been educated and annually clothed; having extra linen, z pair of shoes and stockings every Christmas-day, and are moreover supplied with every necessary for their education. They are admitted at the age of seven years, and remain in the School until they attain to their fourteenth, when they are put out apprentices. The boys have a premium given with them of five pounds, and the girls four pounds. There have been educated and clothed, since its first establishment, 1263 children, including those now in the Schools, and have been disposed of as follows, viz.

There are men now living in the parish, in respectable trades, who were educated in this School, and who do not scruple publicly to avow, that to this institution they are indebted for their present prosperity and the rank they hold in society.

THE

THE MODERN HERCULES.

TO JOHN Vancouver, ESQ., ON HIS PRESENTING THE AUTHOR WITH A GOLDEN PEN.

EXCEPT that muzzy Quiz, an Owl,
A Goose seems Nature's silliest Fowl;
But this Lavat'ring judgment makes
A thousand rude and rash mistakes.
An Owl, 'tis said, is Wisdom's bird:
Wisdom in this appears absurd;
For with my might I do aver,
The Goddess should a Goose prefer.

What can an Owl but sit and blink,
And slumber while she seems to think?
Mope through the day in barn or house,
Then wake to hunt a starveling Mouse?
A Fool, that dares to look profound
With Folly's visage fair and round?
Just as the Parrot, Custom's slave,
Is call'd an arch and witty knave,
Because, without or sense or thought,
She apes and slanders as she's taught.
But if the Owl steals forth ere night,
She finds she was not born for flight:

Is