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When glancing o'er thy beauteous land,
In view thy Public Virtues stand,
The Guardian-angels of thy coast,
To watch the dear domestic Host,
The Heart's Affections, pleased to roam
Around the quiet heaven of Home.

I love Thee, when I mark thy soil Flourish beneath the Peasant's toil, And from its lap of verdure throw Treasures which neither Indies know.

I love Thee,-when I hear around
Thy looms, and wheels, and anvils sound,
Thine Engines heaving all their force,
Thy waters labouring on their course,
And Arts, and Industry, and Wealth,
Exulting in the joys of Health.

I love Thee,-when I trace thy tale
To the dim point where records fail;
Thy deeds of old renown inspire
My bosom with our fathers' fire;
A proud inheritance 1 claim

In all their sufferings, all their fame :
Nor less delighted, when I stray

Down History's lengthening, widening way,
And hail thee in thy present hour,
From the meridian arch of power,
Shedding the lustre of thy reign,
Like sunshine over land and main.

I love Thee-when I read the lays
Of British Bards in elder days,
Till, rapt on visionary wings,
High o'er thy cliffs my Spirit sings;
For I, amidst thy living choir,

I too, can touch the sacred lyre.

I love Thee,-when I contemplate
The full-orb'd grandeur of thy state;
Thy laws and liberties, that rise
Man's noblest works beneath the skies,
To which the Pyramids are tame,
And Grecian Temples bow their fame:
These, thine immortal Sages wrought
Out of the deepest mines of thought;
These, on the scaffold, in the field,
Thy Warriors won, thy Patriots seal'd;

These,

These, at the parricidal pyre,
Thy Martyrs sanctified in fire;

And with the generous blood they spilt
Wash'd from thy soil their murderers' guilt,
Cancell'd the curse, which Vengeance sped,
And left a blessing in its stead.

-Can words, can numbers, count the price
Paid for this little Paradise?

Never, O never be it lost,

The land is worth the price it cost!

I love Thee,—when thy Sabbath dawns
O'er woods and mountains, dales and lawns,
And streams, that sparkle while they run,
As if their fountain were the Sun:
When, hand in hand, thy tribes repair,
Each to their chosen House of Prayer,
And all in peace and freedom call
On Him, who is the Lord of all.

I love Thee,-when my Soul can feel
The Seraph-ardours of thy zeal :
Thy Charities, to none confined,
Bless, like the sun, the rain, the wind;
Thy schools the human brute shall raise,
Guide erring Youth in Wisdom's ways,
And leave, when we are turn'd to dust,
A generation of the Just.

I love Thee,-when I see thee stand,
The Hope of every other land;
A sea-mark in the tide of Time,
Rearing to heaven thy brow sublime;
Whence beams of Gospel-splendour shed
A sacred halo round thine head;
And Gentiles from afar behold
(Not as on Sinai's rocks of old)
GOD,-from eternity conceal'd,-
In his own light, on THEE reveal'd.

I love Thee,-when I hear thy voice
Bid a despairing World rejoice,
And loud from shore to shore proclaim,
In every tongue, Messiah's name ;
That name, at which, from sea to sea,
All nations yet shall bow the knee.

I love Thee,—next to Heaven above, Land of my Fathers! thee I love :

And

And rail thy Slanderers as they will,
"With all thy faults I love thee still :"
For faults thou hast, of heinous size;
Repent, renounce them, ere they rise
In judgment-lest thine Ocean-wall
With boundless ruin round thee fall,
And that which was thy mightiest stay
Sweep all thy rocks like sand away.

Yes, thou hast faults, of heinous size,
From which I turn with weeping eyes;
On these let them that hate thee dwell:
Yet one I spare not,-one I tell;
Tell with a whisper in thine ear;
O may it wring thy heart with fear!
O that my weakest word might rell
Like heaven's own thunder thro' thy soul!

There is a lie in thy right hand;
A bribe, corrupting all the land;
There is within thy gates a pest,--
Gold and a Babylonish vest;
Not hid in shame-concealing shade,
But broad against the Sun display'd.
These, tell it not,-it must be told;
These are by Lot-by Lottery-sold:
And these, thy Children, (taught to sin,)
Venture two worlds at once to win;
Nay thy deluded Statesmen stake
THYSELF, and lose thee, for their sake!

Lose thee?-they shall not;-HE, whose will

Is Nature's law, preserves thee still;

And while the' uplifted bolt impends,

ONE WARNING MORE his mercy sends.

O Britain! O my Country! bring Forth from thy camp th' accursed thing; Consign it to remorseless fire,

Watch till the latest spark expire,

Then cast the ashes on the wind,
Nor leave one atom-wreck behind.

So may thy wealth and power increase ;
So may thy people dwell in peace;
On Thee the Almighty's glory rest,
And all the world in Thee be blest.

FINIS.

Printed by Bensley and Son's Pateut Machine,
Bolo-court, Fleet-street, London.

city of Tripoli contains 14,000 inhabitants, and the city of Tunis 30,000.

Our house, the last of the Christian houses that remained in part open, on the 14th of this month commenced a complete quarantine. The hall on entering the house is parted into three divisions, and the door leading to the street is never unlocked but in the presence of the master of the house, who keeps the key in his own possession. It is opened but once in the day, when he goes himself as far as the first hall, and sends a servant to unlock and unbolt the door. The servant returns, and the person in the street waits till he is desired to enter with the provisions he has been commissioned to buy, He finds ready placed for him a vessel with vinegar and water to receive the meat, and another with water for the vegetables

Among the very few articles which may be brought in without this precaution is cold bread, salt in bars, straw ropes, straw baskets, od poured out of the jar to prevent contagion from the hemp with which it is covered, sugar without piperorbox. When this person has brought in all the articles he his, he leaves by them the accourt, and the change out of the money given him, and retiring shuts the door. Straw previeusly placed in the hal is lighted at a considerable distance, by means of a light at the end of a sick, and no person suffered to enter the hall till it is thought sufliciently purified by fire; after which a servant with a long stick picks up the account and smokes it thoroughly over the straw sull burang, and locking the door

returns the key to his master, who has been present during the whole of these proceedings, lest any part of them should be negleeted, as on the observance of them it may safely be said the life of every individual in the house depends.

Eight people in the last seven days, who were employed as providers for the house, have taken the plague and died. He who was too ill to return with what he had brought, consigned the articles to his next neighbour, who faithfully finishing las commission, as has always been done, of course suce eded his unfortunate friend in the same employment, if he wished it, or recommended another: it has happened that Moors, quite above such em. ployment, have with an earnest charity delivered the provisions to the Christians who had sent for them. The Moors perform acts of kindness at present, which if attended by such dreadful circumstances, would be very rarely met with in mest parts of Chris tendom. An instance very lately occurred of their philanthropy. A Christian lay an object of misery, neglected and forsaken self-preservation having taught every friend to fly from her pestilentil Tel, even her mother! Lut -le found in the barbarian paternd hand: pissing by he heard her moans, and conc'u 'ed she was the last of her fam, iv ; and finding that not the case, he beheld her with sentiments of compassion mixed with horror. He sought for assistance, and til the plague had completed its r... vares and put an end tɔ her suf. ferings he did not lese suht of her, acting ber Christian

friends,

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