Thou canst save the vilest harlot,
Grace, I've heard, is free and full: Sins that once were "red as scarlet,"
Thou canst make as "white as wool."
Saviour, whom I pierc'd so often,
Deeper still my guilt imprint!
Let thy mighty Spirit soften
This my harden'd heart of flint.
Vain, alas! is all my groaning,
For I fear the die is cast;
True, thy blood is all-atoning,
But my day of grace is past.
Saviour! hear me or I perish!
None who lives is quite undone ;
Still a ray of hope I'll cherish,
'Till Eternity's begun.
CARE AND GENEROSITY.
By Mr. Smart.
LD Care, with industry and art,
At length so well had play'd his part, He heap'd up such an ample store, That av rice could not sigh for more: Ten thousand flocks his shepherds told, His coffers overflow'd with gold; The land all round him was his own, With corn his crouded granaries groan;
In short, so vast his charge and gain,
That to possess them was a pain;
With happiness oppress'd he lies,
And much too prudent to be wise.
Near him there liv'd a beauteous maid,
With all the charms of youth array'd;
Good, amiable, sincere, and free,
Her name was Generosity.
'Twas her's the largess to bestow,
On rich and poor, on friend and foe.
Her doors to all were open'd wide,
The pilgrim there might safe abide;
For th' hungry and the thirsty crew,
The bread she broke, the drink she drew:
There sickness laid her aching head,
And there distress could find a bed:
Each hour, with an all-bounteous hand,
Diffused she blessings round the land;
Her gifts and glory lasted long,
And num'rous was the accepting throng
At length pale Penury seiz'd the dame,
And Fortune fled, and Ruin came;
She found her riches at an end,.
And that she had not made one friend.
All curs'd her for not giving more,
Nor thought on what she'd done before.
She wept, she rav'd, she tore her hair,
When lo! to comfort her came Care,
And cry'd, my dear, if you will join
Your hand in nuptial bonds with mine,
All will be well;-you shall have store,
And I be plagu'd with wealth no more.
Though I restrain your bounteous heart,
You still shall act the generous part.
The bridal came-great was the feast,
And great the joy that was express'd:
The bride, in nine moons, brought him forth
A little maid of matchless worth;
Her face was mixt of care and glee,
They named her Economy;
And stil'd her fair Discretion's queen,
The mistress of the gloden mean.
Now Generosity confin'd,
Is perfect easy in her mind;
She loves to give, yet knows to spare,
Nor wishes to be free from Care.
The Carpenter, or Danger of Evil Company.
The Gin-Shop, or Peep into a Prison.
The Execution of Wild Robert.
The Horse Race, or Pleasures of the Chase.
The Bad Bargain, or the World Set up to Sale.
The Honest Miller.
The Roguish Miller.
Patient Joe, or the Newcastle Collier.
The Middle Way's the Best.
The Hackney Coachman.
The Market Woman.
The Plowboy's Dream.
The Grave Stone.
Robert and Richard, or the Ghost of Poor Molly.
The Day of Judgement.
Here and There, or this World and the Next.
Turn the Carpet, or the Two Weavers.
Dan and Jane, or Faith and Works.
The Old Man and his Children, or the Bundle of
Sticks.
The Sorrows of Yamba, or the Negro Woman's La-
The True Heroes, or Noble Army of Martyrs.
Hymn of Praise for an Abundant Harvest.
Dame Andrews.
Story of Sinful Sally.
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