FOUR shilling in the pound we see, And well may rest contented, Since war (Bob swore 't should never be) But he; now absolute become; May plunder ev'ry penny; Then blame him not for taking some, LET Hhis treasures now confess, Twas base is H- to sell a peace, Which most promotes Great Britain's gain To all mankind is clear: But if 'tis fit to give rewards Or punishments to either, Why, make them both together Lords, AT scribblers poor, who rail to eat, Would not one champion on his side, For love or money venture; Must king Wood's mirror, spite of pride). To To take the field his weakness shews, Though well he could maintain it : Worthy each other are the two, Let those be hated worse than you, A STEWARD once, the scripture says Near as he could, Sir Robert, bent In merit which would we prefer, Stole from the public and the poor. His known attachment to Atterbury, and opposition to Walpole, blocked up his way to preferment at Westminster; he therefore left his situation at this place about the year 1732, for the free grammar school school at Tiverton, in Devon, over which he presided till his death. In 1736 he published a quarto volume of poems, for which he obtained a numerous and respectable list of subscribers. Many of these poems possess a considerable share of excellence; the tales are admirably well told, and highly entertaining: the satire is pointed, and the moral instructive.-The following beautiful verses are a paraphrase on these words in the fortieth chapter of Isaiah: All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, and the flower fadeth, but the word of our God shall stand for ever. They were occasioned by the death of a young lady. THE morning flow'rs display their sweets, As careless of the noon-day heats, Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast, The momentary glories waste, The short-liv'd beauties die away. So blooms the human face divine, Or worn by slowly rolling years, away. VOL. I. Yet Yet these new rising from the tomb, Safe from diseases and decline. Let sickness blast and death devour, If firm the word of God remains. Mr. Samuel Wesley was a very High-Church man ; and it must be owned, that he was extremely rigid in his principles, which is perhaps the greatest blemish in his character. It has lately been said, that he was prejudiced against some of the highest truths of the gospel, because many of the Dissenters insisted upon them. This is a heavy charge, and if true, would shew him to have been a man almost void of principle; but happily it is wholly without foundation: ignorance and prejudice have given it existence. As a High-Church man, Mr. Wesley had objections to extempore prayer. In the duodecimo edition of his poems are the following lines on forms of prayer, which, for the sprightly turn of thought they contain, I shall insert. FORM stints the spirit," Watts has said, "At best a crutch the weak to aid, "A cumbrance to the strong." Old David, both in prayer and praise, But Watts has dignifi'd his lays, Ev'n Watts a form for praise can choose, For prayer, who throws it by; Crutches to walk he can refuse, Mr. Samuel Wesley's principles led him to disapprove the conduct of his brothers, Mr. John and Charles esley, when they became itinerant preachers; being aid they would make a separation from the church England. Several letters passed between him and brother John Wesley, both on the doctrine which he ight, and on his manner of teaching it. We shall ve an opportunity of considering some of these letters en we come to that period of Mr. John Wesley's Life which he and Mr. Charles became itinerants. Mr. Wesley had a bad state of health some time before › left Westminster, and his removal to Tiverton did ot much mend it. On the night of the 5th of Noember, 1739, he went to bed, seemingly as well as sual; was taken ill about three in the morning, and ied at seven, after about four hours' illness. But the ollowing letter, written to the late Mr. Charles Vesley, will state the circumstances more minutely. "Rev, and dear Sir, Tiverton, Nov. 14, 1739 YOUR brother and my dear friend (for so you are sensible he was to me) on Monday the 5th of November went to bed, as he thought, as well as he had been for some time before; was seized about three O'clock in the morning very ill, when your sister imnediately sent for Mr. Norman, and ordered the servant to call me. Mr. Norman came as quick as he possibly could, but said, as soon as he saw him, that |