And Persecution for Religion's sake

My soul revolts at !-But I deprecate,

Concession and Encouragement to those,

Th' Adherents of th' Apocalyptic whore-
Smarting beneath predicted chastisement;

Lest, haply, made partakers of their plagues,

This favour'd Nation court the lash of Heaven!

For well I know Infallibility

Is God's Prerogative; no Attribute

Of frail Mortality; tho' plac'd on high

Seated in chair Pontifical-and arm'd

With more than Apostolic power; but deem'd,

(By superficial heads, and lukewarm hearts)

"The Baby of a Girl:"-Indifference

To things divine, (on selfish schemes intent)

Rob'd in the garb of Liberality

(The ignis fatuus of a venal age)

Misnam'd, and quoted for the worst of ends;

Is Treason in the follower of the Cross!!!

Of British prospect, in its various forms Much yet remains unsung;-the sparry stores That line the cavern'd entrails of the Peak; Cromford's romantic site; Matlock, (refresh'd

By Derwent rippling through her wood-fring'd

glen ;)

The castellated dale of Middleton ;

And Buxton's moorland district bleak and bare.

Next Sherwood, once responsive to the horn Of outlaw Robin and his green-wood clan,

(As ancient legends tell) invites the strain;

Now grac'd with Ducal Mansions; Norfolk's chief

Bordering on Worksop; Clumber's smiling

bounds,

By Pelham's liberal taste adorn'd; and last

Welbeck's majestic turrets clad in shade.-

Few are the charms of Lincoln's marsh or wold; Yet can she boast her Minster's sacred Fane

Rival of York; and Boston's tower unique;

And Louth's conspicuous spire; and Hermit

cell,

Ingenious work of Jolland's curious hand;

Of small dimensions,-but of nice design,
Comprising much of mind in little space.-

Ebor can boast a spacious tract, enrich'd

With many-colour'd landscape, discrepant

In form and hue, from Fountain's hallow'd pile,

And Studley's green

diversified domain,

Coastward to Scarbro's billow-beaten shore.

In mountain prospect Craven towers sublime,

By giant Ingleborough over-peer'd,

And loftier Whernside; Gordale's precipice
Appals the gazer's eye; and Weathercot

Delves through the central soil her deep cascade.

Near Durham's confines bounded by the Tees,

England unfolds to view her land of lakes,

Keswick, and Coniston, and Windermere ;

And, (from Dunmallet's piny top descry'd)
Ulswater, fed by Emont's silver stream.

Kirksewald's precincts, vocal with the sound

A

Of cascatellas rushing down the steeps

To rocky-channell'd Eden, court the eye

Of Tourist journeying northward tow'rd the

mound,

Uprais'd by Roman hands in days of yore

T'arrest th' incursions of their painted foes.

Perch'd on the Grampian ridge, in gloomy state, Shrouded in vapour, Scotia's Genius cow'rs

And eyes her wide domain: then mounting, soars