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he came down from the mount, to do the work of God below, so also it is with Mr. Lovegood, though in my opinion, he shines less as a poet than as a divine. However, from some short-hand notes he had in his pocket-book, he delivered the following hymn, supposing it to be the genuine experience before God, of an humbled sinner of her description, panting for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, unto eternal life.
AND must I sink beneath my load,
By weighty guilt borne down?
Of God's eternal frown?
Or who thy wrath restrain ?
And lets me still remain.
If not inclin’d to spare ?
And yield to wild despair ?
Too big to be forgiven :
But this shuts out from heaven.
That mercy may abound;
Have oft thy mercy found.
With base blaspheming breath;
And hunted saints to death.
What though a Magdalene had been
Of sey'n foul fiends possessd ?
Were with forgiveness bless’d.
Did not my Saviour die ?
To ransom such as I ?
" Come thou, with guilt oppress’d •
I give the weary rest."
Whate'er my guilt has been;
I'll humbly enter in.
Mrs. Wor. Well, Sir, I dare say, we are all of the opinion, that you need not have been so much ashamed of
your poetry. But oh! what a mercy to be kept from the evil propensities of our corrupted hearts, and to be under the sanctifying influences of God's most blessed Spirit.
Loveg. Yes, madam, the blessings we enjoy in this world, in being so graciously converted, so mercifully preserved and kept, are inexpressible ; in the next they will be infinite.
Mrs. Wor. O Sir! how shall we sufficiently express ourselves, for the kind Providence which sent you among us? Mr. Worthy and I both felt we wanted something, but we knew not what.
This observation of Mrs. Worthy coming home rather personally to Mr. Lovegood, rendered the conversation desultory, though still edifying. It turned upon the following subject, “What is there, which thou hast not received But as the author aims at an abridgment of every subject, remembering the old Greek proverb, “A great book, a great evil;" he begs leave to close the present Dialogue, and resume the subject when the conversation may add a further variety to the subject.
THE FAMILY OF THE WORTHYS, AND MR. LOVEGOOD.
THE CHARACTER OP MR. FRIBBLE, AND SOME FURTHER NARRATION OF EVENTS, OCCASIONED BY MR. LOVEGOOD's 'VISIT TO LOCKSBURY.
MR. [R, LOVEGOOD dreaded personal praise more
than any thing. Having therefore retired for a few minutes, to break the chain of conversation which terminated the last Dialogue, though so deservedly to his praise, he again returned, and thus the conversation recommenced.
Wor. Well, Sir, you have now told us all you know respecting Mrs. Chipman: we must next request you to tell us how it fared with you on the Sunday.
Loveg. Sir, you should first ask me, how it fared with me on the Saturday,
Wor. Begin where you like. But we want to know how you succeeded with Mr. Fribble, according to the dying request of Mr. Chipman.
Loveg. O Sir, After Mr. Reader had sent him word of my arrival, he came and called on us. I found him as complete a puppy as ever I met with in
and he invited me and Mr. Reader with a vast deal of affectation, (for his father it seems was a dancing master,) to tea with him, as he was pleased to express himself, on the Saturday evening.
Wor. Did you accept the invitation ?
no : but I told Mr. Reader, it could be only on the condition that he should go with me; and we had such a dose!
Wor. I suppose you found him to be a most curious sprig of divinity, according to the fashionable taste of the day.
Mrs. Wor. How could you hit it off together?
Loveg. Why, madam, he first began bowing and scraping, with such an abundance of compliments, that I could not tell what to do with them.
Mrs. Wor. Not with one half of them, I suppose. Loveg. No-nor with one quarter of them, madam.
Wor. After the compliments were all over, how did you proceed?
Loveg. Sir, he began chattering away at a most extraordinary rate ; first upon one topic, then upon another; I think I never heard so much incoherent chatter before. But the first thing which struck me, was the furniture of
On one peg was hung a pair of skaits, with red Morocco straps: on another his, violin ; at another place his bows and arrows were exhibited, as he was a member of an archer's club; over his chimney-piece were piled, his gun and other accoutrements for that sport, with two or three dog-collars ; then there were his backgammon-table, his cribbage board, and among other pretty play things, he had his battledoors, and shuttlecocks.
Wor. From the furniture of his room, you might easily guess the furniture of his head.
Loveg. I thought that was more easily described, by what appeared on two or three shelves of books, which he called his library; containing little, that I could find, but a parcel of plays, loose poetry, and empty novels.
Wor. Had he no books of divinity?