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Late Rector of Wefton-Favelly

, in Northamptonshire.
For Zion's fake will I not hold my Peace, and for Jerusalem's

fake I will not reft, until the Righteousness thereof go fort):
as Brightness, and the Salvation thereof as a Lamp that
burneth. Ifai. Ixii. I.




Printed by Charles Rivington,
For 10-4 n and FRANCIS RIVINGTON, at the Bible

and Crown, in St. Paul's Cburch-yard.

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Tappan Pres. Ansoin. Libe.

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HE last Evening was one of the finest
I ever saw. According to Custom, I
made an Excursion into the open
Fields; and wanted nothing to com-

plete the Satisfaction, but my Friends Company *. I could not but observe, how much your improving Conversation heightened the Charms of Nature. When Religion applied Philosophy, every Thing was instructive, as well as pleasing. -Not a Breeze swept over the Plains, to clear the Sky, and


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* Tu quod abes excepto, cætera lætus.

cool the Air ; but it tended also to disperse our Doubts, and enliven our Faith in the Supreme Allsufficient GOOD.-Not a Cloud tinged the Firmament with radiant Colours, or amused the Sight with romantic Shapes, but We beheld a Picture of the present World. Its fading Acquisitions, and fantastic Joys were pourtrayed, in the mimic Forms, and the transitory Scene.----Even the weakest of the Insect-tribe, that skim the Air in sportive Silence, addressed Us with the strongest Incitements, and gave

Us the loudest Calls, to be active in our Day, and useful in our Generation. They cried, at least when You lent them your Tongue,

Such is vain Life, an idle Flight of Days,
A fill delusive Round of sickly Foys,
A Scene of little Cares, and trifling Passions,
If not ennobled by the Deeds of Virtue.

How often, at the Approach of fober Eve, have We sauntered through the dusky Glade. Obferving the last Remains of Light, now impurpling the Western Clouds; now faintly gleaming on the Mountain's Brow; now creeping insensibly from all the shaded Landscape.-How often have We stole along the Cloysters of some leafy Bower; attentive to the Tale of a querulous Current. That seemed to be struck with Horror, at the awful Gloom ; and complained with heavier Murmurs, as it passed under the blackening Shades, and along the Root-obstructed Channel.-Or else, far from the babbling Brook, and softly treading the grassy Path, We listened to the Nightingale's Song. While every Gale held its Breath, and all the Leaves forbore their

Motion, Motion, that they might neither drown nor interrupt the melodious Woe...From both which pensive Strains, You endeavoured to temper and chastise the exuberant Gaiety of my Spirits. You convinced me, that true Joy is a serious Thing * : is the Child of sedate Thought, not the Spawn of intemperate Mirth : nursed, not by the Sallies of diffolute Merriment, but by the Exercise of ferene Contemplation.

Sometimes, at the glad fome Return of Morn, we have ascended an airy Eminence; and hailed the new-born Day; and gazed the Dew-bright Earth; and followed, with our delighted Eye, the Mazes of some glittering Stream.--Here rushing, with impetuous Fury, over the Mountain's Summit; tumbling from Rock to Rock; and roaring down the craggy Steep. Impatient, as it were, to get free from such rugged Paths, and mingle itself with the adjacent Mead.-There, flackening its headlong Career, and smoothing its Eddies, into a glasly Surface, and a gentle Flow. While, deep embosomed in the verdant Soil, it winds through the cherished and smiling Herbage. Sometimes, loft amidst closing Willows; sometimes, ifluing with fresh Lustre from the verdant Arch; always, roving with an Air of amorous Complacency, as though it would kiss the fringed Banks, and caress the flowery Glebe.—Reminded, by this watery Monitor, of that Conftancy and Vigour, with which the Affections should move towards the great Center of Happiness, CHRIST JESUS—of that determined Ardour, with which we should break through the Entanglements of Temptation, and Obstacles of

the * Res severa eft verum Gaudium, SEN.

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