Behold the wretch whose lust and wine Had wasted his estate, He begs a share among the swine, To taste the husks they eat. I die with hunger here (he cries) I starve in foreign lands; My father's house has large supplies, And bounteous are his hands. I'll go, and with a mournful tongue Fall down before his face; Father, I've done thy justice wrong, Nor can deserve thy grace. He said, and hasten'd to his home, To seek his father's love; The father saw the rebel come, And all his bowels move. He ran, and fell upon his neck, Embrac'd and kiss'd his son. The rebels heart with sorrow brake, For follies he had done. Take off his clothes of shame and sin, (The father gives command) Dress him in garments white and clean, With rings adorn his hand. A day of feasting I ordain, Let mirth and joy abound; My son was dead, and lives again, Was lost, and now is found. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 14. [Illustration] THE DEATH _of the_ RIGHTEOUS. Blair. ------------------------Sure the last end Of the good man is peace. How calm his exit! Night-dews fall not more gently on the ground, Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft. By unperceiv'd degrees he wears away; Yet, like the sun, seems larger at the setting! High in his faith and hopes, look how he reaches After the prize in view! and, like a bird That's hamper'd, struggles hard to get away! Whilst the glad gates of sight are wide expanded To let new glories in, the first fair fruits Of the fast-coming Harvest! Then! oh then! Each earth-born joy grows vile, or disappears, Shrunk to a thing of nought. O how he longs To have his passport sign'd, and be dismiss'd! 'Tis done, and now he's happy. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 15. [Illustration] DAVID AND GOLIATH Fellows.