ightly they hope with idle folks to roam:
At my late sentence I can not complain,
Altho' the law my body do detain;
Justice tho' slow, has overtaken me,
Abroad for life, I shall be kept from thee;
On a just God for ever I will trust,
I know his will is always right and just.
Tis now too late again to speak to you,
Which is the cause of writing this adieu.
No partner now to sooth my aching heart,
Reflection galls me, at myself I start,
With aching heart and in my lonely cell,
I bid my babes and you,--a long farewell.
Methinks I see the transport full in view,
And I with horror meet the harden'd crew;
Full well I know I ne'er shall see you more,
Nor plant a foot-step on my native shore;
On foreign land I'm doom'd my days to toil,
And with vile wretches cultivate the soil.
Stripes I must bare perhaps when quite unwell,
And hear the convicts' melancholy yell;
A pang I feel when e'er I close the night,
And wish a virtuous wife was in my sight:
England adieu, may you in trade increase,
And free from inward tumults rest in peace.
Our Chaplain well I know, will soon impart,
His friendly aid to cheer the drooping heart;
I hope my children he will learn to read,
And teach them early to peruse the creed:
The bell is rung, the waggon is in view,
Wife and dear children now, adieu! adieu!
At thoughts of leaving this my native shore,
Unmans me quite and I can say no more;
I will thro' life, a better course pursue,
Tho' far away shall leave my heart with you.

ADVICE, &c.

Vile men, abstain from every artful plan,
When found out disgrace the name of man;
Let those who steal, repent and sin no more,
Ere Law decrees, it's vengeance on them pour:
From trifling things, we greater ills pursue,
Till the Law's fangs are brought within our view;
Stop, stop bad courses, ere it be too late,
And justice dooms you to a culprit's fate.
Riots avoid, tho' mischief none you do,
Your being at them, brings a stain on you;
Those who look on, will afterwards repent,
And share alike in point of punishment:
The Law expressly properly declare,
He adds to tumult, that is present there;
Take my advice, let reason bear her sway,
From scenes of discord, always keep away;
You'd think it hard, a worthless savage crew,
Should gain by plunder, all your goods from you:
The worst of me