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 h lias been with considerable difficulty tliat I 
 have at length prevailed upon the Author of 
 these Poems to bring them before the public. 
 From feelings of extreme delicacy he never 
 wished them to appear in print. Having myself 
 felt profit and pleasure from them, and believ- 
 ing them to be the breathings »( a heart sincere. 
 and dictated by motives most pure, I was 
 induced to urge upon him the publication 
 of this little volume, with humble hope that it 
 may afford the reader, not amusement only but,
 
 IV. 
 
 under the blessing of the Lord, be made profit- 
 able to the soul. Should this be the case, I 
 have no doubt he will deem this a rich reward 
 for all his labour. As the Author feels deeply 
 his own imperfections, he begs most earnestly 
 that the mantle of love may be cast over any 
 of the defects in this little volume. 
 
 A FRIEND. 
 
 January, 1847.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 
 Lines on the Sacred [nstitution of the Holj Sabbath !) 
 
 Lines on the Incarnation ------- u 
 
 Lines on the Advent -------- 14 
 
 On the New Year -------- |,"< 
 
 • on G i Friday - 16 
 
 On the Resurrection of Christ ------ 17 
 
 On the Resurrection of Christ - I!' 
 
 A Call from the Heathen 2] 
 
 On the Resurrection 23 
 
 Lines on the call oi M • Ion irj to Preach the Gospel t>> th • 
 
 Hi ithen 26 
 
 On the Apostl P 1 - dangerous Voyage t>> Rome - - 28 
 
 Lines on Time --------- 30 
 
 Lines on What is Gold .■>_' 
 
 On Scripture History .'ii 
 
 The Saviour and Woman of Samaria 38 
 
 The Rich Man and Lazarus ... - - 411 
 
 The Thief on the Cros 4:2
 
 VI. 
 
 PAOZ. 
 
 Lines on the origin of Durham, the Cathedral, &c. - - 43 
 
 Lines on Visiting Castle Eden Dean 44 
 
 Lines, Historical and Descriptive of the Towns, Lukes, <fec, 
 
 of Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Lancashire - - 46 
 Lines on Winter - - - - - - - -5] 
 
 On Winter 53 
 
 So Run that ye may Obtain ------ 55 
 
 Words and the Press 56 
 
 The Prodigal Son 57 
 
 Christ and Herod - - 59 
 
 Peter's Fall 61 
 
 The Good Samaritan --------63 
 
 Praise offered to God by Men and Angels - - - - 65 
 
 Lines Written at tbe commencement of 184/ - - - 66 
 
 Life and the Seasons of the Year - - - - - 68 
 
 On Lending a Book 69
 
 POEM S, 
 
 
 ON mi: SACRED insiiii iio\ or in i: lion SABBATH, 
 
 Hai i., hallow'd day ! the best of all the seven ; 
 That day of rest, to man, in mercy given. 
 The pleasing glow of Sabbath's sacred morn 
 Is beauteous as the dress by Angels worn. 
 
 The mellow sounding of the church's bell, 
 Invites us to the place where truth doth dwell ; 
 Where, from the sacred pulpit plac'd on high, 
 There stands the messenger of earth and sky. 
 
 Who, from God's holy word, doth here portray 
 I low man, by disobedience, first did stray : 
 Did plunge himself and all his puny race 
 Into the pit of shame and dire disgrace.
 
 10 
 
 Our God beheld us low and poor and vile ; 
 'Twas only through a Saviour He could smile. 
 " I come," said Christ, " to do my Father's will- 
 " To save the world from everlasting ill." 
 
 Angelic quires proclaim'd the Saviour's birth, 
 Their lofty strains did fill the air with mirth ; 
 The winds and waves obey'd His mighty nod, 
 The rising dead acknowledg'd him as God. 
 
 Amazing love that Christ should so come down, 
 And place himself beneath the Almighty's frown- 
 Receive the sentence to the sinners due, 
 Inflicted by a guilty Jewish crew. 
 
 Well might the sun in darkness veil his face, 
 Refuse to see his Maker's great disgrace ; 
 The trembling earth, beneath its pierced sod, 
 Was made to feel the dying of its God. 
 
 Great was that power that spake the world from 
 
 nought, 
 And order from its dark confusion brought ; 
 But greater still was Christ's redeeming power, 
 That sav'd the world in Satan's darkest hour. 
 
 Let every soul with sacred wonder gaze 
 Upon that Saviour who the world did raise
 
 1) 
 
 From all the ruin of our Father's fall, 
 And offers life eternal unto all. 
 
 The Saviour having BufFer'd thus below. 
 
 And conquer'd death and laid tin- monster low ; 
 
 He to those blessed regions takes his flight — 
 
 Regions of pure and never ending light. 
 
 The Angels who beheld His humbled state, 
 Did wide throw open Heaven's sacred gate : 
 Their golden harps reverberate and ring, 
 At the return of their victorious King. 
 
 Hail, blessed Jesus, Lord of earth and sky ! 
 Let men and Angels upon Thee rely ; 
 Let Heaven and earth their loud Hosannahs raise, 
 And offer unto Christ their endless praise. 
 
 Here, high enthron'd, our Jesus now doth reign, 
 Whilst twice ten thousand worship in His train ; 
 Our human nature blends with Thee — divine, 
 And brighter thro' eternal ages shine.
 
 12 
 
 ILtiteg on tfje Incantation. 
 
 Hark ! the Heavenly choirs do bring 
 Tidings of a new-born King ; 
 Sweetest music doth arise, 
 Sounding through the earth and skies. 
 
 Shepherds, rising from the ground, 
 Spread the sacred truth around, 
 Flee to Bethlehem, where they see 
 Christ for all the world and me. 
 
 They were guided from afar, 
 To their Saviour by a star, 
 And their offerings they bring, 
 To their Heavenly Lord and King. 
 
 Incense, myrrh, and sacred gold, 
 From their bosoms they unfold ; 
 Falling down upon the earth — 
 Worship him who gave them birth.
 
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 I [e that put our nature on 
 \\ indeed ( rod's only Son, 
 Wore our flesh that was so vile, 
 
 That our ( rod '»n us might smile, 
 
 " Lo, I come to do thy will. 
 
 ■'Thy great counsel to fulfil , 
 " For the sinners' sins am I 
 " Willing or to live or die." 
 
 Thus the Saviour forward stood, 
 Sav'd us by His precious blood ; 
 Paid the mighty debt of all — 
 Debt first known at Adam's fall. 
 
 Heaven and Earth re-ecbo round, 
 Christ, the Saviour, man hath found ; 
 Angels catch the pleasing strain, 
 Shout aloud Emanuel's name.
 
 14 
 
 UiHC0 on tije gttibent. 
 
 Flee ye Angels from the sky, 
 Louder notes your voices try, 
 Raise them higher whilst ye sing, 
 In the praise of your great King. 
 
 See what boundless mercies shine 
 In this mystery divine ; 
 Teeming down upon the earth 
 From the source that gave us birth. 
 
 God himself devised the plan, 
 How to ransom worthless man ; 
 Wrapt in human flesh forlorn, 
 Of the blessed Virgin born. 
 
 Angels, whilst upon their wing, 
 To the shepherds they did bring 
 Tidings of a Saviour given 
 For to bring lost man to Heaven.
 
 15 
 
 <Dn tljr JlrU) &t&v* 
 
 \\ ii \t is it that ray soul doth hear 
 The clock of time hath struck. 
 
 Ami tells mo that another year 
 Is plac'd on Heaven's Book. 
 
 There is a sacred record kept 
 P,\ Christ, the sinners' friend j 
 
 I lis lovely voice cries, *' now accept — 
 " To thee My grace I send." 
 
 ( ) ! slight it not, least thou should'st prove 
 
 Reflection's pain severe ; 
 For who can tell that Heaven's lo\< 
 
 May spare thee through the year. 
 
 Flee to the Saviour that hath home 
 
 Thy sins — O ! him revere ; 
 Rejoice, rejoice in that glad morn, 
 
 That brings another year.
 
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 ?iinr$ oh iSooti tfribM), 
 
 How dark and gloomy was the morn 
 That saw the Saviour's body torn, 
 
 And hung upon the tree ; 
 Well might that sight affect the heart, 
 That made the Son of God to smart, 
 
 And suffer thus for me. 
 
 The sun refus'd to give his light, 
 He hid his face at that dread sight, 
 
 That caus'd the Lord to bleed ; 
 To bleed beneath our load of sin, 
 That we eternal life might win, 
 
 From Hell for ever freed. 
 
 The earth did to the centre quake, 
 Our sinful crimes made Christ to shake, 
 
 Struck by his Father's rod ; 
 He languish'd, wept, and groan'd, and died, 
 And with His latest breath He cried, 
 
 Forgive them, O my God !
 
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 <Tm tlir lifounrrtion of tffimt. 
 
 Tins is the da) thai God hath made, 
 This is tin- dav Mis word hath said 
 
 That Christ rose from the dead ! 
 () ! lei this truth be publish "d round — 
 Let the whole earth with this resound. 
 
 And let it ever spread. 
 
 He died ! but lives to die no more, 
 And now from Mercy's boundless store, 
 
 Doth every blessing give ; 
 Me by his sufferings life procur'd, 
 To us eternal life insur'd, 
 
 Vile man He doth forgive. 
 
 The angels with His chariot wait, 
 To bear Him to that blessed state — 
 
 His sacred throne on high : 
 Ye everlasting doors give way, 
 Now let the King of Glory say. 
 
 That man shall never die.
 
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 The Father sayeth unto the Son, 
 The battle Thou hast fought and won. 
 
 My justice satisfied ; 
 My honour has been all Thy aim, 
 T crown Thee with eternal fame, 
 
 Now Thou art glorified. 
 
 Now raise your voice ye heavenly choirs, 
 And sounding from your sacred lyres 
 
 The Saviour's name resound ; 
 Let man for whom this gift was given, 
 Lift up, in gratitude to Heaven 
 
 His voice, let praise abound.
 
 1!) 
 
 <T>n tljr lirounrrtion of On&t. 
 
 In Joseph's hallowM tomb our Saviour's bodj laid, 
 The Roman soldiers came, but the) were sore 
 afraid ; 
 
 Like dead men they appcar'd — lay prostrate on tin- 
 ground ; 
 
 Angels from Heaven came, the Saviour's corpse they 
 found. 
 
 The stone they rolled back, and sat close at tin- 
 door. 
 
 They said, what do ye lack — what weep ye women 
 for ? 
 
 Our Lord they've borne away, O! tell us where 
 He's laid? 
 
 Your tears now I say be wip'd away and stayed ; 
 
 Christ's risen from the dead — He never more shall 
 
 die, 
 To His disciples said, I pray ye now draw nigh ; 
 Thus forward they did go, Emmaus was in view, 
 He said, and is it so, and are those tidings true. 
 
 A stranger thou must be if thou has not this beard, 
 Of Jesus, it was He, whom we have own'd as Lord.
 
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 fools! the Saviour said, and slow of heart indeed ; 
 Why have ye not been made ? my words ye've not 
 
 received. 
 
 He vanish'd out of sight, they said then it was he ; 
 The Prophets they were right — our faults we now 
 
 do see ; 
 The Saviour hath appear'd that we this truth might 
 
 shew, 
 That we, alas ! had fear'd, and fill'd ourselves with 
 
 woe. 
 
 1 now ascend on high, a place for to prepare, 
 
 come, and now draw nigh, with confidence in 
 
 prayer ; 
 
 1 have the victory gain'd, the sacred work is done, 
 The truth I have maintain'd — I have my foes o'er- 
 
 come. 
 
 Come angels, tune your harps — your notes still 
 
 higher raise, 
 Let heaven's high arches ring with the Redeemer's 
 
 praise ; 
 Wide spread the sacred flame that on the altar 
 
 burns, 
 Let heaven and earth resound Christ's praises in 
 
 their turns.
 
 21 
 
 8 (fall from tljr ?i)ratf)rn. 
 
 To Briton's happy Isle hath roll'd, across the sea, 
 The voice of supplication, come, come, we pray and 
 
 see ! 
 Our state indeed you'd pity, if half our ills were 
 
 known, 
 O come and -re us righted, you who the Saviour 
 
 own. 
 
 Your hearts do mourn with anguish for tho-<e who 
 
 are ool \vee, 
 () ! woe he to those men who have, torn away from 
 
 me, 
 \;i'l carried to a distance, into another land, 
 My husband and my children those monsters have 
 
 trepann'd. 
 
 A voice was heard from Kngland, () set th'prisoD 
 
 free, 
 For thousands we will give, and will ship across 
 
 tli ' sea ;
 
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 Your ransom has been paid, by us 'twas freely 
 
 given, 
 To save you from the lash and be no longer driven. 
 
 Shew us the sacred road that leads to joys on high, 
 So shall we walk therein, and to our Father cry 
 For mercy thro' His Son, who was so freely given, 
 To save the human race and bring them all to 
 Heaven. 
 
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 (On tnr Lirjsurrrrtioii. 
 
 The dead e'er long shall rise — 
 
 Rise from their dusty bed, 
 And flee to yonder skies, 
 
 By angels forward led. 
 
 The everlasting doors 
 
 Shall then he lifted up, 
 They enter then those short 
 To drink the angel's cup. 
 
 That cup with blessings til I'd 
 Shall then their portion be, 
 
 T>\ heaven it has been will'd, 
 And that for you and inc. 
 
 The sacred tree of life, 
 On each side of the river, 
 
 It's fruit begets no strife. 
 
 But makes man live for ever.
 
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 And having entered in 
 To Heaven's sacred court, 
 
 For ever freed from sin, 
 Safe in this blessed fort. 
 
 These walls can ne'er be scal'd, 
 From enemies without ; 
 
 All efforts yet have failed, 
 This mighty host to rout. 
 
 Our gracious Lord within 
 Is master of the fort, 
 
 'Tis He who conquer'd sin, 
 His own arm did support. 
 
 He suffer'd, bled, and died, 
 For all the human race ; 
 
 God's justice satisfied, 
 
 He took the sinner's place. 
 
 Our Jesus reigns on high, 
 Seated at God's right hand ; 
 
 Angels their voices try, 
 And join the sacred band, 
 
 That stands before the throne, 
 Redeem'd from every land ;
 
 
 
 \n.| praise the great Three One, 
 Who .ill men doth command. 
 
 Lei saints and angels join 
 eir voices altogether, 
 And sinners in the train 
 ( 'i v, praise Him ! ever. 
 
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 iit«f0 
 
 ON THE CALL OF A MISSIONARY TO PREACH THE GOSPEL 
 TO THE HEATHEN. 
 
 Methinks T heard a Heavenly voice proclaim, 
 " Go ! messenger divine, make known my name, 
 " Go to those distant lands beyond the sea, 
 " Where thousands weep and groan to be set free. 
 
 " O let not those with whom thou hast been blest, 
 " Prevent thy journey to those lands opprest, 
 " But let thy friends be made to understand, 
 " That thou art willing now, 'tis God's command, 
 
 "To brave the dangers of the mighty deep, 
 " And comfort those whom tyrants cause to weep, 
 " With wounded bodies, and with minds distrest, 
 " To point their souls to an eternal rest. 
 
 " Go ! herald of salvation, forward go, 
 " Till thou thas eas'd those aching hearts of woe, 
 " Go ! tell them of a Saviour's dying love, 
 " Who waits to fit them for the courts above.
 
 " Go to the Indian in liia bumble cot, 
 
 " An-! tell liim ikiw, tho 1 painful be bia lot, 
 
 " The hour shall come when be shall be made free, 
 
 " And those greal nations each shall trust in \l I 
 
 ■ \1\ -acred word it shall become their law, 
 Kach son of Main shall fall with reverend awe. 
 
 "And worship meekly at the Saviour's tret, 
 
 " Whilst Heaven and Earth his mighty love repeat. 
 
 " Join all ye nations, who to Idols bow, 
 " Approach your Maker with a solemn vow, 
 "That these your gods whom ye have lov'd in vain, 
 " Kach one upon his altar shall be -lain. 
 
 " Let that great source, from whence your mercies 
 
 tiow , 
 ■• Atlcci your heart and ever keep it low, 
 "Till God, in kindness, shall your soid- deliver. 
 "And place you where you'll sing bis praise for 
 
 ever."
 
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 to Liomr. 
 
 When Paul unto Rome a prisoner was sent, 
 His enemies declar'd they had no complaint. 
 Agrippa confess'd the force of his word, 
 " I'm almost persuaded to turn to the Lord." 
 
 A ship was procur'd, in it they were put ; 
 They, on the great ocean, were tossed ahout : 
 Each man now did fear that he should be lost, 
 For they were approaching a dangerous coast. 
 
 The soldiers agreed the prisoners to kill, 
 
 But the Centurion kept these men from their will ; 
 
 To save the Apostle was all that he meant, 
 
 And shew to his shipmates that God had him sent. 
 
 The tempest at length the ship thus had driven, 
 Thro' the force of the sea in pieces was riven ; 
 By mercy, at length, the Lord gave command, 
 That each one on board should be brought safe to 
 land.
 
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 'I'll. bouIs of these men wen precious indeed, 
 And to save them from death the Saviour <li<l bleed ; 
 An angel was Bent expressly from Heaven, 
 To tell the Apostle to him they were given. 
 
 When all bad escaped a waterj grave, 
 
 This barbarous people much kindness the) gave. 
 
 When Paul had pickM up some sticks from 'In- 
 land, 
 There leap'd out of the fire, and fix'd on his hand. 
 
 A viper, they thought had just now been given, 
 To shew that a murderer \\a< pursu'd by Heaven ; 
 But win ii shaken off, as though 1>\ a nod, 
 They with one voice said, "This man i- a god." 
 
 The power of the Lord was felt all around, 
 In healing the fever that there did abound ; 
 Bj sickness confin'd, and laid on his lied, 
 The lather of Publius was nearly dead ; 
 
 But Paul enter'd in, and with him he pra\ 
 II. heal'd his disease, and his hand- on him laid ; 
 So when that we left thej gave us great honour. 
 All joining in praise to our matchless donor. 

 
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 !LiM& on 3Time« 
 
 Time is ever on its wing, 
 
 Various tidings it doth bring, 
 
 Some have sketch'd before 'twas morn, 
 
 What old father time hath worn. 
 
 Drawn with hour-glass in hand, 
 Thro' which quickly runs the sand, 
 Measures by its falling grains, 
 What of time there still remains. 
 
 Time's great scythe hath cut men down, 
 In th' village and the town, 
 Like th' lovelv flower that's mown, 
 Often times before 'tis blown. 
 
 Time doth travel with th' sun, 
 Swiftly forward it doth run, 
 Always rapid in its course, 
 Flying with an eagle's force. 
 
 Time doth like an arrow fly, 
 Like the wind that rusheth by
 
 Sw itt as shuttle thro 1 the web, 
 Time i- ever on the ebb. 
 
 Tim* i clock has ever run, 
 
 since the momenl it begun, 
 Rolls with morning's rapid gleam, 
 Swifter far than mov'd by steam. 
 
 I le who firsl it- motion gave, 
 Willing is th' world to save, 
 
 Rut the hour at last will come, 
 When it's work shall all be done. 
 
 Then at length our time shall he, 
 Fragment of Eternity, 
 \ great link in thai u r reat chain 
 Ever ever, to remain, 
 
 Time that's present, time that's past, 
 Time that's first, and time that's I 
 
 [s to man in mercy given 
 
 That his soul may live in Heaven.
 
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 Hint* on S2HI)at is ©olUu 
 
 What is gold ? 'tis glittering dust, 
 In which foolish mortals trust 
 For support in trying hour, 
 Resting in its feeble power. 
 
 What is gold ? 'tis nature's toy, 
 Tarnish'd with the world's alloy ; 
 Thousands through it's led astray, 
 Drawn into the evil way. 
 
 What is gold ? 'tis miser's store, 
 Over which his soul doth pore ; 
 Strives with anxious care and pain, 
 How to get the greatest gain. 
 
 What is gold ? 'tis that which brings 
 Sorrow to the heart of kings ; 
 Brings invaders from afar, 
 Wishful in their wealth to share.
 
 What is l'"1'I ' 'tis mortals' bane, 
 Pills tin-in with continued pain ; 
 Always promises to give 
 More than we can know — and live. 
 
 What is gold ? 'tis like a sword, 
 Poison'd In the sacred word ; 
 Of its power, vain man beware, 
 Lest it cut and wound thee sore. 
 
 What is gold? 'tis only sand, 
 Gather'd in a foreign land ; 
 Which the negro's made to wash, 
 Whilst he suffers from the lash. 
 
 What is gold ? 'tis something given, 
 Whilst we're on our way to Heaven 
 Given for our proper use ; 
 But we must not it abuse. 
 
 v.
 
 34 
 
 mi &rrij)turf &i*torp. 
 
 There was a sacred law divine, 
 
 Fill'd with those solemn truths sublime, 
 
 To man in mercy given ; 
 Twas first ordain'd for Adam's guide 
 Whilst Eve was placed by his side, 
 
 Their life was then a Heaven. 
 
 But soon our parents found that they 
 Had from their Maker gone astray, 
 
 And broke His Holy Law : 
 Eve by the Serpent was deceiv'd, 
 His vile suggestions she believ'd — 
 
 She took the fruit, then saw 
 
 That she had griev'd her Maker sore. 
 Her husband, whom she did adore, 
 
 Had pain'd him to the heart ; 
 His anger did at first arise, 
 That Eve, thus taken by surprise, 
 
 Should cause him thus to smart ;
 
 Bui when our God .it length (lid see 
 That Eve with all her progeny, 
 
 Were like to be uVrllimwn ; 
 He in His pity to Eve Baid, 
 Thy Beed shall bruise th' Serpent's bead — 
 
 This enemy dethrone. 
 
 This sacred promise left in store, 
 For sinful man e'er to adore 
 
 The boundless love of Heaven. 
 'Twas unto us this child was born, 
 The shepherds saw Him on that mom — 
 They had their orders given ; 
 
 To Bethlehem they did repair. 
 For they were guided by a star 
 
 Unto this lowly place, 
 Where Christ the Saviour there was seen, 
 The entertainment it was mean, 
 
 To man a threat disgrace. 
 
 An angel's form He did not wear, 
 
 Our nature, with it'- humble fare, 
 
 The blessed Saviour took ; 
 1 li> meek example shone around, 
 The sacred word He did propound, 
 
 From 1 haven'- hallow <1 hook.
 
 36 
 
 His enemies were made to quake, 
 For no one ever like Him spake, 
 
 This each one did confess ; 
 The Scribes and Pharisees complain 
 That over them he wish'd to reign — 
 
 He too much power possess'd 
 
 Great miracles our Jesus wrought, 
 For multitudes to Him were brought — 
 
 They sought a speedy cure ; 
 His tender heart reliev'd their pain, 
 He wish'd each sufferer to obtain 
 
 Relief from Satan's power. 
 
 This pleasing fact was spread around, 
 That healing mercy did abound 
 
 To all th' human race ; 
 He sacred lessons gave to all, 
 His boundless love and pity call, 
 
 " Come, now, accept my grace !" 
 
 Amongst the multitude who came, 
 There were that follow'd in his train 
 
 Disciples, poor indeed ! 
 But these were chosen from the rest, 
 And sent into the world in quest, 
 
 Vile sinners for to feed.
 
 Come draw \c near now unto M 
 I loim r to set your spirits lice, 
 
 An<l Bho\i you how I love ; 
 M\ love hath everlasting been, 
 ( ) ' lei it now be felt and seen, 
 
 1 wish you all above.
 
 38 
 
 CJ)e Mainour an& &&iomait of £amana. 
 
 At Jacob's well a woman sought 
 
 Some water for to draw, 
 She little knew to whom she spake, 
 
 Tho' she the Saviour saw. 
 
 O ! give me of this well to drink, 
 
 The blessed Jesus said, 
 No dealings with the Jews have we 
 
 Who 're of Samaria bred. 
 
 Now if. thou knewest the gift of God, 
 
 And He who asketh thee, 
 Thou would'st have sought that living spring 
 
 That flows so full — so free. 
 
 The Saviour said thy husband call, 
 
 Go bring him unto Me ; 
 Thus having spake she inly felt, 
 
 A Prophet He must be.
 
 The woman knew thai Christ should come- 
 
 Messias was I li- name i 
 The Saviour said, now I am He, 
 
 < )l>, spread abroad my tame | 
 
 She then into the city ran, 
 
 \ikI unto tlinn Bhe Baid, 
 Conic see a man who'th told me all — 
 
 This i^ the ( 'li list indeed. 
 
 Thev from Samaria then did run, 
 lli-N word- they wish'd to hear ; 
 
 They thirsted tor this sacred sprinj 
 Whose waters run so clear. 
 
 The\ listen'd to the Saviour's voice, 
 
 That voice divinely true, 
 Come near he -aid your souls I'll }avi 
 
 I will your hearts renew . 
 
 My love to you 1 otter now. 
 
 ( ) do nut turn away, 
 It will a precious jewel prove, 
 
 Against a future day
 
 40 
 
 €f)v Mid) JHan anti iLasaru*. 
 
 Poor Lazarus was daily brought 
 And placed at the rich man's doors, 
 
 He little pity there had shown, 
 
 But dogs they came and lick'd his sores. 
 
 These creatures more compassion show'd, 
 Than those who roll'd in wealth within, 
 
 But soon a mighty change was made, 
 Some better tidings they did bring. 
 
 Angels descended from th' sky, 
 To take a suffering Lazarus home ; 
 
 In Abraham's happy bosom plac'd, 
 His everlasting life is come. 
 
 The rich man s*\v him from a far, 
 He loudly unto Abraham cry'd, 
 
 O send poor Lazarus now I pray, 
 This favour be it not deny'd.
 
 II 
 
 I li> finger into water dip, 
 
 AihI lit him come to cool my ton 
 I I .mi sore tormented here, 
 
 This is raj everlasting doom. 
 
 Now i" in v father's house pray send, 
 That my five brethren come not hi 
 I lei my state a warm 
 I -i thej in sin should persevere.
 
 42 
 
 Cfje Cfjief on tfie Cross 
 
 The thief unto our Lord did say, 
 Whilst hung upon th' tree, 
 
 When thou art to Thy kingdom come, 
 Dear Lord remember me. 
 
 Our Lord did in compassion hear 
 
 The dying thief's request ; 
 Tn paradise this day shalt be 
 
 With me for ever blest. 
 
 None then need doubt th' mercy of 
 The Lord, or dread his power, 
 
 When this poor dying man was sav'd 
 At the eleventh hour.
 
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 UtltfJJ 
 
 (IN I'll K (ll< 1 1. 1 N (II III KM \\l. I 111. ( \ I 111 UK \ I.. IK 
 
 When Heaven, provok'd bj evil deeds, 
 Turn'd Eden to a scene of weeds, 
 
 To punish Adam's guilt, — 
 One place uncurs'd there still remain'd, 
 The face of Paradise retain'd ; 
 
 And there was Durham huilt. 
 
 The pious wanderers when they saw 
 This sacred spot, were fill'd with awe : 
 
 They stood on Mount-joy Hill ; 
 And here the) sung their song of praise, 
 For each priest in his turn did raise 
 
 His hands — 'twas Heaven's great will 
 
 That here a Temple should arise, 
 
 Whose towering top should reach the >kies : 
 
 Great riches did abound ; 
 To Cuthbert's hallow'd shrine nun fled, 
 
 Each Pilgrim to his brother said, 
 Come, kiss the sacred ground.
 
 44 
 
 lLint& on Vititinq <£a$tle lEfcen zaean. 
 
 Farewell thou lovely, loveliest spot, 
 With hill and vale between, 
 
 A sweeter place ne'er sun shone on 
 Than Castle Eden Dean. 
 
 Thy entrance by the gothic porch, 
 The open lawn that's seen, 
 
 Doth spread itself with vast extent, 
 On entering to the Dean. 
 
 Thy steep descent and winding paths, 
 On them there few have been, 
 
 That mighty forest that doth clad, 
 The banks of this great Dean. 
 
 That rural walk to Gunner's Pool, 
 Where grows the evergreen, 
 
 The water bursting from the rock 
 In Castle Eden Dean.
 
 I.-, 
 
 I [uge mck- on either hand doth ru 
 
 Whose tops a 
 With threat'ning attitude the) stand, 
 
 In Castle Eden Di an 
 
 Whilst perch'd upon their rugged sid< 
 The moping owl doth scream, 
 
 I disturbed by the traveller, 
 In passing through t he I >ean 
 
 Rare plan'- and I i- flowers appear, 
 
 All dresl in richest green. 
 And spread their fragrance all around. 
 
 In Eden Dean. 
 
 The wide expanse of ocean spread. 
 
 With >\\\\>^ and plants marine, 
 
 That closes Up the lovely path, 
 Tin bottom of' the I )ean.
 
 46 
 
 HISTORICAL AND DESCRIPTIVE OF THE TOWNS, LAKES, ETC., 
 OF CUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, AND LANCASHIRE. 
 
 There is a stream divinely sweet. 
 Where wisdom's purest charms do meet 
 
 To tell of days gone by, 
 And speak of chiefs who boldly stood, 
 Great champions for their country's good, 
 
 Whose victories never die. 
 
 In Cumberland, some men do say, 
 There still are records to this day, 
 
 A fearful tale they tell, 
 Of kings, and priests, and lords who bled, 
 When each his neighbour onward led 
 
 The rebels for to quell. 
 
 When Carlisle to the conflict flew, 
 Its castle and cathedral too, 
 
 Their sons did forward stand ; 
 Each man unto the altar flew, 
 Offered his prayer and paid his vow 
 
 To Him that doth command.
 
 
 All nature shall obey 1 lis nod, 
 Viul own that I le 19 truly ( rod 
 
 Who doth the world defend . 
 Supporting them of upright heart, 
 I [< will to them I Ii> grace impart, 
 
 \nd save them to the cud. 
 
 in seventeen hundred forty-five 
 
 The Scottish armies did arrive 
 
 In front of Penrith town ; 
 These men were all on mischief bent, 
 But Penrith men made them repent. 
 
 Thej b rebels down. 
 
 Those hills and vales do -till proclaim, 
 The like- the owner's name retain, 
 
 3 nie tacts they do record, 
 Of those who rashly forward ran, 
 Led on by some unthinking man, 
 
 Tims fell sweet Derwent's lord. 
 
 The storms and tempests of those days 
 The fearful steep in honour's ways 
 That some so fain would climb ; 
 Its path is now the path of pe.> 
 
 From England now those war- do ci 
 By Providence di\ ine.
 
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 Each district now we through may pass, 
 And there behold among the mass 
 
 The wonders that arise ; 
 Nature's stupendous power is seen. 
 In all its varied form and mien, 
 
 Display'd before our eyes. 
 
 Ullswater with thy winding shore, 
 Thy rocks have channels deeply wore 
 
 By water rolling down. 
 Gowbarrow Park and Lyulph's Tower, 
 By Norfolk's Duke placed in a bower, 
 
 A place of great renown. 
 
 And Patterdale, deep in the vale, 
 Where travellers do never fail 
 
 To get food to their mind ; 
 Where Mattinson so long did live, 
 For sixty years himself did give 
 
 That men their heaven might find, 
 
 Keswick ! metropolis of the lakes, 
 The tourist always to thee makes, 
 
 And here he finds a guide ; 
 The Derwent, beauteous lake indeed ! 
 Thy limpid waters always feed 
 
 The fish that in thee glide.
 
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 Those lovely islands thai adorn, 
 Which are upon thy bosom borne, 
 
 With trees of greenesl hue ; 
 While boatmen all these wonders tell 
 Upon your voyage to Borrowdale, 
 
 The water tall in view ; 
 
 The e-ho, from the canon's roar, 
 i ling from the rugged shore. 
 
 And winding round each hill ; 
 The air, disturbed by the blast, 
 These Alpine mountains forward cast, 
 
 With sounds the ear they till. 
 
 If I of Windermere do prate, 
 Of Derwent or of Bassenthwaite, 
 
 I wonld not idle he ; 
 In giving them superfluous praise, 
 Why may I not my notes thus raise, 
 
 Tho' humble, yet are free. 
 
 Where e'er you turn your wondering eye 
 Some mighty lake you do descry, 
 
 On this enchanted ground, 
 Mountain on mountain do aris< 
 Skiddaw and Saddleback surprise. 
 
 Their like SO few are found.
 
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 Southey ! thy great poetic strain, 
 To imitate thee would be vain, 
 
 By men of humble mind ; 
 Thou, Poet Laureat long hath been, 
 Thy judgment sound and language keen, 
 
 The muses thou dost bind. 
 
 With flowery wreaths entwined around, 
 In thoughts and words thou dost abound, 
 
 Thy images do live ; 
 In dwelling sweet, near Keswick tow'n 
 On earthly things thou lookest down, 
 
 A true description give. 
 
 Now, if those lines into the hands 
 Of one that better understands 
 
 The subject here that's penn'd, 
 Will condescend them to improve, 
 The poet will take all in love, 
 
 For here you see the end.
 
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 ?itnr0 on ?4lintrr. 
 
 Stkrn Winter! with thy frowning brow, 
 1 be Poor are made by thee to bow 
 
 Unwilling at thy shrine ; 
 Finn seated on thy icy throne, 
 iardless of the orphan's moan, 
 
 Or those that thro' thee pine. 
 
 Thou dost a sovereign sway maintain, 
 And bindeth with thy icy chain 
 
 A thousand streams around ; 
 The hoar) frost obeys thy nod, 
 Whilsl fleecy mow tills up th' trod 
 
 Tim' deep made iii the ground. 
 
 In Greenland, where the bear doth stray, 
 Her cubs do oft become a pre) 
 To men, who thither sail 
 Across those dangerous icy seas, 
 Where blows the stormy frozen breez< 
 
 In search of the great whale.
 
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 The icy mountains of the north, 
 
 When Winter's power doth travel forth, 
 
 In all her strength array'd, 
 Are seldom seen by human eye ; 
 For who durst venture there to pry 
 
 When she stands thus display'd ? 
 
 Our lovely gardens and our bowers, 
 Where we have spent our happiest hours, 
 
 Are stripp'd now of their charms; 
 The rose and violet's gone to rest 
 Each clothed in their snowy vest 
 
 Are free from Winter's harms : 
 
 The crocus deck'd in loveliest hue, 
 The snowdrop to its season true, 
 
 Are waiting each to bring 
 The tidings of their num'rous train 
 Who all in their succession reign, 
 
 Sweet harbingers of Spring.
 
 
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 'Tis winter ! 'tis winter ! I heard th' folks sa\ . 
 The snow is descending — it falls night and day ; 
 The earth is now covered — it's beauties laid low, 
 For sharp is the frost and deep is the snow. 
 
 The rivers and lakes are all frozen around, 
 The young men are skating — their pleasures abound ; 
 They each of those pleasures enjoy what they can, 
 Believing that Heaven hath made all for man. 
 
 The sun, moon, and stars, they are gone from our 
 
 view, 
 But dense cloud- of snow they have come in their 
 
 lieu ; 
 The folks have long wish'd that the snow mighl 
 
 descend, 
 But now they arc praying the storm at an end.
 
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 The poor are cast down, now their labour is gone, 
 They have little food since the storm has come on ; 
 Let each flee to succour those who are distress'd, 
 And give to the poor that they each may be blest. 
 
 The storms and the tempests of this life do last 
 But for a short season until they are past ; 
 The rich and the poor shall then meet together, 
 To join in the praises of Heaven for ever.
 
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 £o Uun ttjat yr may Obtain. 
 
 There is a place al which we start, 
 When we're disposed to run, 
 t when we have spent all our strength, 
 Wc seem as just begun. 
 
 All men are running in this race, 
 
 They run it without strife ; 
 Yet they too oft are at a loss, 
 
 Tim' running for their life. 
 
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 All men alas they wrong have run. 
 
 That have not run to Christ ; 
 How ever forward in the course, 
 
 Tho' first he shall be last. 
 
 Our every effort to be right. 
 
 Should with our prayers ascend ; 
 
 If so we each may forward look, 
 To have a blessed end
 
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 We certain thoughts and feelings have, 
 Which were to us first given, 
 
 To guide us in the proper way, 
 And lead our souls to Heaven. 
 
 Our thoughts want language to express, 
 What's formed in the mind ; 
 
 The man who first our letters made, 
 Was friend of human kind. 
 
 Our letters have grown into words, 
 The two are now combin'd ; 
 
 Each thought and feeling now are free, 
 No longer now confin'd. 
 
 Our humble efforts have been own'd, 
 
 And blessed by the Lord ; 
 That thro' the printing press we're made 
 
 To circulate God's word.
 
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 arijr UroHigal ^on. 
 
 Our sufferings liere, tho' felt severe, 
 
 Thro' mercy oft are sent ; 
 They seiz'd upon the prodigal, 
 
 Compell'd him to repent. 
 
 He no relentings ever felt, 
 
 'Till wasted was his store ; 
 His harden'd heart did yield and melt. 
 
 For famine press'd him sore. 
 
 For what I've gain'd hy sin he cry'd, 
 
 Hath often cost a tear ; 
 My father's house is till'd with bread, 
 
 But T do hunger here. 
 
 I will arise and to him flee, 
 
 I long to see his face ; 
 Unworthy to be call'da son, 
 
 I'll seek a servant's place. 
 
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 His father saw him from afar, 
 With face all meek and mild, 
 
 He ran and fell upon the neck, 
 Of his returning child. 
 
 Father I've sinned the son did cry, 
 I've sinned against thee ; 
 
 Unworthy of thy boundless love, 
 I pray now pity me. 
 
 The father to his servants said, 
 My son shall clothed be ; 
 
 The best robe bring and put it on, 
 And let the people see. 
 
 A ring upon his hand I've put, 
 And shoes upon his feet ; 
 
 The fatted calf do hither bring, 
 And let my friends now eat. 
 
 The music now did fill the place, 
 
 With melody resound ; 
 My son was dead, but lives again, 
 
 Was lost, but now is found.
 
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 What is that my eyes do see, 
 Flee with mighty swiftness fiee, 
 Tis the angels, they do bring, 
 Tidings whil'st upon their wing. 
 
 Tidings from the court above, 
 Sent to man in boundless love ; 
 Of a Saviour fully given. 
 For to bring the world to Heaven, 
 
 Shepherds hear their joyful sound, 
 Spread this melody around ; 
 Fill their minds with gracious care, 
 Looking up they see His star. 
 
 To Jerusalem they came, 
 Herod, guilty, caught the flame ; 
 He became exceeding wroth, 
 In his rage he sent men forth
 
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 The dear children for to slay — 
 Swept those innocents away ; 
 In Rama a voice was heard, 
 Thro' the bloody tyrant's sword. 
 
 Rachael weeping loud and long. 
 For her sweet and only son ; 
 Torn by monsters from th' breast- 
 Mothers all around distrest. 
 
 Tyrants tho' they long may reign, 
 Often fill mankind with pain ; 
 Their base actions doth offend, 
 God quick brings them to an end. 
 
 Herod by his pride did fall, 
 Worms obey'd their Maker's call, 
 Seiz'd upon him as their prey, 
 Tore this wretch from earth away.
 
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 %lrtrr*0 dfall. 
 
 The Lord did unto Simon say, 
 I pray thee do not go astray, 
 For Satan who thy soul would cheat, 
 He longs to sift thee as if wheat. 
 
 I pray thy faith it may not fail, 
 Whil'st devils would thy soul assail ; 
 Be ready now at once to go, 
 And meet with confidence thy foe. 
 
 Before the cock did crow this day, 
 Poor Peter he forgot to pray, 
 He did not on the truth rely. 
 But his dear Lord did thrice deny. 
 
 When Peter went himself to warm, 
 He little thought that there was harm ; 
 But shortly after this he found, 
 He stood upon unhallowed ground. 
 
 "The Lord" he said " I do not know," 
 A woman cry'd " can it be so ;
 
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 " Thy speech with His it doth agree, 
 " Then do not from thy Saviour flee." 
 
 When Peter did his Lord deny, 
 With oaths and curses he did try, 
 And wish'd himself to justify, 
 His conscience thus to pacify. 
 
 The Lord did upon Peter look, 
 He knew that he had him forsook ; 
 He felt it deeply in his heart, 
 Did justly for his conduct smart. 
 
 He bitterly did mourn and weep, 
 
 He could not to his eyes give sleep ; 
 
 He humbly sought to be forgiven, 
 
 And cry'd, " Lord bring my soul to heaven." 
 
 Let Peter's case a warning be, 
 And all vain confidence now flee ; 
 No longer on yourself rely, 
 Nor ever once your Lord deny.
 
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 TDf <£ooti Samaritan. 
 
 And Jesus said a certain man 
 Did from Jerusalem go down, 
 Whilst on liis way to Jericho, 
 That walled city of renown. 
 
 Some thieves this man did fall among, 
 Who of his raiment him they stripp'd ; 
 With wounds and bruises in his head, 
 They left him there like one that's dead. 
 
 By chance a priest came down that way, 
 And when he saw him passed by : 
 A Levite, too, when he came nigh, 
 He did not hearken to his cry. 
 
 But a Samaritan, when he 
 This suffering object saw him lie, 
 He on him great compassion had, 
 And to his help did quickly fly.
 
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 His wounds he tenderly bound up, 
 He wine and oil did pour in ; 
 Upon his own beast him lie put, 
 And kindly brought him to an inn. 
 
 And when he on the morrow left, 
 He two-pence gave unto the host, 
 And said " pray take great care of him, 
 Then I will pay all farther cost." 
 
 Which now of those three, thinkest thou. 
 Was friend and neighbour unto him, 
 Who thus among the thieves did fall ; 
 Twas he whose pity thus did bring, 
 
 And on him greatest mercy shew'd. 
 Our Lord hath said " this man is wise, 
 " Who still his every effort tries : 
 " I pray you go and do likewise."
 
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 JJiyiim- oflfrrro to <Rod by j'ttrn 
 antr angrto. 
 
 There is a God above, 
 
 Whom angels praise and love ; 
 
 Pure Majesty Divine, 
 
 Thy essence is sublime ; 
 Wide spread Thy light from zone to zone 
 Whilst angels worship at Thy throne. 
 
 There is a sacred Heaven, 
 God's boundless love hath given ; 
 Mis holy court is there — 
 It's briefs are rilled with prayer ; 
 The Saviour here presents our plea 
 Before the throne, for you and me. 
 
 There is a blessed law, 
 
 For man to stand in awe — 
 
 His Maker to obey. 
 
 Never to go astray ; 
 But, always swiftly onward move, 
 Still pressing to the land above.
 
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 flute* £&lrttt*ii at tfje rommenrement 
 
 Of 1847. 
 
 Another year hatli roll'd away, 
 However anxious for its stay 
 
 We mortals may have been ; 
 The ever- flowing tide of time 
 Hath carried with it much of mine, 
 
 That I have lov'd and seen. 
 
 This current runs both deep and wide. 
 And, by its mighty swelling tide, 
 
 Bears many souls away ; 
 How many of our friends are gone, 
 Whilst we are left behind to mourn, 
 
 A little longer stay. 
 
 All rivers to the ocean run, 
 Reflecting objects in the sun, 
 
 Borne down the stream of time ; 
 Thus man is swiftly swept away, 
 However much we court his stay, 
 
 We cannot him confine.
 
 There is an ocean fill'd with \o\ 
 It'- centre is our God above, 
 
 In Him we do confide ; 
 That when the sea of life we've cross'd, 
 No longer by its billows toss'd, 
 
 We every storm outride. 
 
 Our shatter'd l>;irk, with sails unfurl'd, 
 That ofl by tempests hath been hurl'd 
 
 Is wafted into port ; 
 Our anchor here is safeh cast. 
 We fear aot now the rudest blasl 
 
 Will tear us from this fort. 
 
 Our vessel is in safety moor'd, 
 And cannot now be overpowcr'd, 
 From enemies within ; 
 
 Surrounded by a power divine, 
 Tho' men and devils do combine, 
 We shall the vict'ry win. 
 
 Now let one general voice of praise, 
 Some louder note let all still raise. 
 
 To God who reigns on high ; 
 Lei men and angels join the theme, 
 That Chrisl bath our great pilot been — 
 
 I l.ith brought us to the sk) .
 
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 ittfe antr tfje Sraacms of tfje Year. 
 
 Each year its varied seasons bring, 
 
 To man instruction give, 
 And teach us while we sojourn here ; 
 
 Some lessons how to live. 
 
 The Spring our early days portray, 
 That shows our opening bud, 
 
 Which promises if we are spar'd, 
 That we may do great good. 
 
 The Summer represents the time, 
 When we are perfect grown ; 
 
 Yet there's a truth that few men feel, 
 Their strength is not their own. 
 
 The Autumn shows that life e're long 
 
 Will fall into decay ; 
 Stern Winter closeth up the scene, 
 
 Our life is swept away.
 
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 I pray you do not lend this book, 
 
 Nor any of it's leaves fold down ; 
 
 Return it when you've got it read — 
 
 Remember that it's not your own. 
 
 1 pray you do not lend this hook, 
 
 Nor any of it's leaves fold down ; 
 
 But carefully o'er it's pages look — 
 
 Return it for it's not your own. 
 
 Tins hook now I lend you, of it take great care, 
 
 In it make no marks, and it's leaves do not tear ; 
 
 Read o'er it's pages, each subject consider, 
 
 That this by much toil was put thus together ; 
 
 Be sure to return it as soon as it's read, 
 
 Your friend then will lend your another in stead.
 
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 i^oiu to <©fitain a <&oo& iSntr* 
 
 How oft in life our purposes 
 To wrong ends they do tend ; 
 
 Our duty is to watch and pray, 
 And all our ways amend. 
 
 We often lose much happiness, 
 For want of proper care ; 
 
 We always ought to guard our steps, 
 And of vile things beware. 
 
 Our every effort should be pure, 
 Then God will us defend ; 
 
 For all who in the good way walk, 
 Shall have a blessed end. 
 
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