The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

For the New-Hampshire Gazette.

(Continued from our last.)

TO THE PUBLIC.

The ways of God are wonderful and lie,
Beyond the deepest reach of
human reason or mortal eye.

What finite wit, can the wise reason trace,
Why learning to ignorance should give place?
Or why, a crafty cruel tory it's decreed,
To an honest, humane whig should succeed?
Why of office Justus was at first depriv'd,
And since vacant, like cruelty reviv'd?
Why an untutor'd savage should him supplant,
And of his post and living take the grant?
Or why, when a patriot is inter'd,
A traitor, to his high trust, is prefer'd?
Supremely bless'd and pleas'd, that he is dead,
On whose tomb, he rears his malignant head!
Crown'd with public honor's golden feather,
Whose precious finance holds together,
The soul and body, and more strongly binds
What the hypostatic union joins.
In vain are our natures thus connected,
Unless they are nourish'd and protected,
With food and raiment duly cloth'd and fed,
And thro' life's hard pilgrimage daily led.
But wo to him, who indigent and forlorn!
Is of tories, traitors and infidels the scorn!
Heaven alone can the just reason give,
Which dooms us when to die, how long to live;
Whether in painful sickness, or in health;
Whether in pinching penury or wealth:
Instructs us how frail are all human things,
And with beggars levels Judges and Kings.
As all-wise providence directs the demise—
So we superior stand, or prostrate lie.
Or bless'd with Hagar's happier wish enjoy,
A state free from pride or envy's base alloy:
Whose just taste prefer'd the prudent mean,
Tempting riches and poverty between,
So when Scylla and Charybdis appears,
The wary mariner cautious steers
The middle course, with all his art to shun
The danger he on either side must run;
And to escape the fatal rock and gulf,
Strains every nerve from both to keep aloof;
Veering and plying with oars, sails and ropes,
To save himself and crew, and all their hopes.

A DISCARDED OLD PILOT.