Yes-might the pagan's waking eyes
O'er Flavia's beauty range!

He there would fix his lasting choice,
Nor dare, nor wish to change.

Shenstone.

A RECEIPT FOR HAPPINESS.

TRAVERSE the world, go fly from pole to pole,
Go far as winds can blow, or waters roll,
All, all is vanity, beneath the sun,

To certain death through diff'rent paths we run.
See the pale miser poring o'er his gold;
See there a galley-slave to mis'ry sold!
Ambition's vot'ries groan beneath its weight,
The splendid victim of the toils of state.
Lo! in the mantling bowl sweet poison's flow,
Love's softest pleasures terminate in woe;
E'en learning ends her vast career in doubt,
And puzzling on makes nothing clearly out:
Where then is sovereign bliss? where doth it grow ?
Know, mortal! happiness ne'er dwelt below.
Look towards Heav'n, be Heav'n thy only care;
Spurn the vile earth-go seek thy treasure there;
A virtuous course, and Heav'n alone, you'll find
Can fill a boundless and immortal mind!

Universal Magazine.

THE SOUL'S ERRAND.

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand ;
Fear not to touch the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,

And give the world the lie.

Go, tell the court it glows,

And shines like rotten wood; Go, tell the church it shows

What's good, and doth no good:

If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates they live,

Acting by other's actions;

Not lov'd, unless they give,

Not strong, but by their factions:

If potentates reply,

Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,

Who rule affairs of state,

Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate:
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,

They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply, Spare not to give the lie.

Tell zeal it lacks devotion,
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it is but motion,
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth,'

Tell honour how it alters;

Tell beauty how it blasteth,
Tell favour how she falters:

And as they shall reply,
Give each of them the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles,
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles

Herself in over wiseness:

And if they do reply,

Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness,
Tell skill it is pretension;
Tell charity of coldness,

Tell law it is contention :
And as they yield reply,
So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness,
Tell nature of decay;

Tell friendship of unkindness,

Tell justice of delay:

And if they dare reply,

Then give them still the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,

But vary by esteeming;

Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming:

If arts and schools reply,

Give arts and schools the lie.

Tell faith 'tis fled the city,

Tell how the country erreth;

Tell manhood shakes off pity,
Tell virtue least preferreth:

And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I

Commanded thee, done blabbing;
Although to give the lie

Deserves no less than stabbing;
Yet stab at thee who will,

No stab the soul can kill.

Sir Walter Raleigh.

ELEGY,

WRITTEN IN DECEMBER.

THE chill storm blows, and never to return,
In sighing gales swift flies the parting year,
Hanging her yellow wreath on Autumn's urn,
Now drear December drops her sullen tear.

No bird of twilight (as in Summer's bloom).
With her soft song now cheers the lone-wood's shade,
(How oft, sweet Robin, at eve's growing gloom,
I've listen'd to thy soothing serenade.)

No leafy chesnut's dark majestic bough,
Shades the green surface of the daisied lawn;
Or o'er the happy valley hanging low,

From day's meridian screens the panting fawn.