ON THE DEATH OF MR. HOWARD, THE PHILANTHROPIST. BORN to relieve the mis'ries of mankind, Infenfible of toil, to danger blind; Thro' diftant realms, while How'rd with zeal pursues, And executes his philanthropick views; Boldly defcends, when human fufferings call, Where damps annoy or poisonous reptiles crawl; His friends (nor less the friends of th' human race) Thus check'd their colleague's rashness in the chace: "Why eager thus unequal war to wage, "Where peftilence and death refistless rage? "Each captive wretch, and object of distress, "Nay, duty pleads thy ardour to repress. Thy life, more precious than of lords or kings, "Life, health, and happiness, to thousands brings. "Be not too bold, attend discretion's call; "Nor risk for one the life that's due to all. Stranger to fear, all danger he defied: To save a stranger's* life, he loft his own. * A young lady in a peftilential fever. AN HERO IN HUMBLE LIFE. A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF MR. THOMAS UNDERWOOD, Who loft his Life to fave a Fellow-fervant from the Fire, at Cumberwell-house, Wilts, Dec. 8, 1790. OF Heroes old, for flaughter'd foes renown'd; Behold! a youth, untutor'd in the laws Of Glory's school, nor led by vain applause; Yet, taught by mere humanity, exceeds * Big with her fecond child. ON THE KING'S RECOVERY. Ioth MARCH, 1789. IF o'er the fun, at early day, But foon difpers'd the vapours fly, Thus late BRITANNIA's happy isle Saw peace reftor'd, and all things fmile: Beneath her much-lov'd monarch's reign, Mirth revell'd o'er the wide domain: Even rival factions only strove To exprefs their gratitude and love. |