Unite their hues; twelve stones, memorial apt Symphonious hymns Are mix'd with instrumental melody, And Judah's joyful shouts. But down thy cheeks, O Ananiah, from thine aged eye, O Phanuel, drops a tear; for ye have seen The house of Solomon in all its pride, And ill can brook this change. Nor ye alone, But every ancient wept. Loud shrieks of grief, Mix'd with the voice of joy, are heard beyond The hills of Salem. Even from Gibeon's walls The' astonish'd peasant turns a listening ear, And Jordan's shepherds catch the distant sound. BELLY PORTEUS, (BORN MAY 1723.) HIS parents were natives of Virginia. He died in May 1809. His merit and piety as a clergyman procured for him finally the Bishoprick of London, and he reflected lustre on that high station by his virtues and talents. His sermons and prose writings generally have much excellence and considerable reputation. DEATH. FRIEND to the wretch, whom every friend forsakes, |