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The destitute to clothe and feed,
Free bounty to bestow;
And soothe the widow's woe.
17. I want the seals of power and place,
The ensigns of command,
To rule my native land.
But from my country's will,
Her cup of bliss to fill.
18. I want the voice of honest praise
To follow me behind,
The friend of human kind;
Exulting may proclaim,
Their blessings on my name.
19. These are the wants of mortal man;
I cannot want them long,
And earthly bliss a song.
Is, when beneath the sod,
The mercy of my God.
20. And oh! while circles in
Of nature's transient dream,
My soul, in humble hope unscar'a,
Forget not thou to pray,
To meet the Judgment Day.
IS NOT A PALACE, BUT A CARAVANSARYA_SPECTATOR
A DERVISE travelling through Tartary, being arrived at the town of Balk, went into the king's palace by mistake, as thinking it to be a public inn or caravansary. Having looked about him for some time, he entered into a long gallery, where he laid down his wallet, and spread his carpet, in order to repose himself upon it after the manner of eastern nations. He had not been long in this posture, before he was discovered by some of the guards, who asked him what was his business in that place? The Dervise told them that he intended to take up his night's lodging in that caravansary. The guards let him know, in a very angry manner, that the house he was in, was not a caravansary, but the king's palace. It happened that the king himself passed through the gallery during this debate, and, smiling at the mistake of the Dervise, asked him how he could possibly be so dull as not to distinguish a palace from a caravansary ? “Sir," says the Dervise, "give me leave to ask your majesty a question or two. Who were the persons who lodged in this house when it was first built ?” The King replied, “ His ancestors.” “And who," says the Dervise, “was the last person that lodged here ?" The King replied, “ His father." “ And who is it,” says the Dervise, “ that lodges here at present ?" The King told him “ that it was he himself." “And who," says the Dervise,“ will be here after you ?" The King answered, “ The young prince,
Ah, sir," said the Dervise," a house that changes its inhabitants so often, and receives such a perpetual succession of guests, is not a palace, but a caravansary."
THE THREE WARNINGS. MRS. THRALE.
1. WHEN sports went round, and all were gay,
On neighbor Dobson's wedding-day,
2. “ With you! and quit my Susan's side!
With you !" the hapless husband cried ;
What more he urged I have not heard ;
So Death the poor delinquent spared,
3. Yet calling up a serious look,
His hour-glass trembled while he spoke
Well pleased, the world will leave.”
To these conditions both consented,
4. What next the hero of our tale befell,
How long he lived, how wisely, and how well,
The willing muse shall tell.
Nor thought of Death as near ;
He passed his hours in peace.
Brought on his eightieth year.
5. And now, one night, in musing mood,
When all alone he sate,
Th’ unwelcome messenger of fate
Since I was here before
And you are now fourscore."
6. “ So much the worse !" the clown rejoined : “ To
spare the aged would be kind :
Besides, you promised me three warnings,
7. “Hold !" says the farmer, “not so fast:
I have been lame these four years past.'
8. “There's none,” cries he;
6 and if there were, I'm grown so deaf I could not hear.”' “Nay, then,” the spectre stern rejoined,
“These are unwarrantable yearnings.
You've had your three sufficient warnings.