We shall shew Mr. Crown's versification, by quoting a speech which he puts into the mouth of an Angel, in the Destruction of Jerusalem. The Angel is represented as descending over the altar prophesying the fall of that august city. Stay, stay, your flight, fond men, Heaven does despise All your vain incense, prayers, and sacrifice. Now is arriv'd Jerusalem's fatal hour, When she and sacrifice must be no more: Long against Heav'n had'st thou, rebellious town, Thy public trumpets of defiance blown; Didst open wars against thy Lord maintain, And all his messengers of peace have slain: And now the hour of his revenge is come, Thy weeks are finish'd, and thy slumb'ring doom, Which long has laid in the divine decree, Is now arous'd from his dull lethargy; His army's rais'd, and his commission seal'd, His order's given, and cannot be repeal'd: And now thy people, temple, altars all Must in one total dissolution fall. Heav'n will in sad procession walk the round, And level all thy buildings with the ground. And from the soil enrich'd with human blood, Shall grass spring up, where palaces have stood, Where beasts shall seed; and a revenge obtain For all the thousands at thy altars slain. And this once blessed house, where Angels came To bathe their airy wings in holy flame, Like a swift vision or a flash of light, All wrapt in fire shall vanish in thy sight; And thrown aside amongst the common store, Sink down in time's abyss, and rise no more. * * * * * CHARLES SACKVILLE, Earl of DORSET, Eldest son of Richard earl of Dorset, born the 24th of January 1637, was one of the most accomplished gentlemen of the age in which he lived, which was esteemed one of the most courtly ever known in our nation; when, as Pope expresses it, The soldiers ap'd the gallantries of France, And ev'ry flow'ry courtier writ romance.