Igne probatur En animus rurfus clare in corpore Morgan Williams descended from the heiress of Robert Ferrar, Bishop of St. Davids Burnt alive by bigots under Q. Mary; was lately chief of Gargam and senior in council at Madras. Where Oct. 27, 1690, aged 49 years He resign’d the President’s chair and his breath together. An employment of full 30 years chronicles the continual approbation of his conduct particularly as chief commissioner of the circuit. SONNETS. ADVERTISEMENT. _THE following_ SONNETS, _the joint production of two Friends_, _were sent to the Author_, _as considered applicable to his Tour_; _it is therefore hoped_, _they may not be unacceptable to the Reader_. SONNET I. TO FRIENDSHIP. _Addressed to the Companion of my Tour_. O BALMY comfort thro’ this varied maze Of life! thou best physician to the breast, With deep affliction’s venom’d sting opprest, A thousand arts, a thousand winning ways Are thine, to smooth the rugged brow of care, And mitigate misfortune’s keenest hour: Yes, A—, partner of my Cambrian Tour, Friend of my heart, how gladly do I share Thy confidence; whate’er my part may be Hereafter on this shifting stage of life, This busy theatre of jarring strife, May health and happiness attend both thee And thine!—on ONE, thy Heav’nly Guardian trust, Nor doubt protection—all HIS ways are just. SONNET II. _The Contrast of Yesterday_, _and To-day_; _supposed to be written on the Summit of_ SNOWDON. HOW gay was yesterday!—no storm was heard To mutter round thy steep! yon sun arose With golden splendour, and in still repose Nature majestic thro’ her works appear’d. To-day, how chang’d!—loud howls the hollow blast! The thin mists undulate! thy tow’ring height Is veil’d in tempest, and eternal night! So ’tis with man! contrasting prospects past With dreams of future happiness—to-day In gallant trim his little bark may glide, On the smooth current of the tranquil tide: To-morrow comes!—the gathering storms display A sad vicissitude—the whirlwind’s sweep, Grasps at his prey, and whelms it in the deep. SONNET III. _On leaving_ WALES.