the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth. It has reconciled us to God, and to ourselves, to our duty, and our situation. It is the balm and cordial of the present life, and a sovereign antidote against the fear of death. Sed hactenus hæc. Some smaller pieces upon less important subjects close the volume. Not one of them, I believe, was written with a view, to publication, but I was unwilling they should be omitted. Charles Square, Hoxton, February 18, 1782. JOHN NEWTON. TABLE TALK. Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ, Abjicito. Hor. Lib. i. Epist. 13. A. You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds, that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust. B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war. And never meant the rule should be applied To him, that fights with justice on his side. Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, 'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, The wretch to nought but his ambition true, Some royal mastiff panting at their heels, |