A Smuggler's Talisman. 341 Gaol, February, 1749-- _Goal_, February, 1749--
Sailors whistling, 247. moved to alphabetical order in index.
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Temple of the Sun. 105 edifice in the Persian empire edifice in the _Peruvian_ empire
My God! My God! vers of my tears I come to Thee; bow down thy blessed ears To hear me, wretch, oh let thine eyes, which sleep Did never close, behold a sinner weep. Let not, O God! my God! my faults, though great And numberless, between thy mercy-seat And my poor soul be thrown, since we are taught. Thou, Lord! rememberest thyne, If thou beest sought. I come not, Lord, with any other merit Than what I by my Saviour Christ inherit: Be then his wounds my balm, his stripes my bliss, My crown his thorns, my death be lost in his, And thou my blest Redeemer, Saviour God! Quit my accounts, withhold thy vengeful rod; O beg for me my hopes on thee are set, Thou Christ forgiue, as well as pay the debt. The living fount, the life, the way I know; And but to thee o whither should I go? All other helps are vain, give thine to me; For by thy cross my saving health must be. Oh hearken then, what I with faith implore, Lest sin and death sink me forever more. Oh Lord! My God! my wayes direct and keep, In death defend that from thee I ne'er slip; And as the doom let me be raised then, To live with thee. Sweet Jesus say, Amen!
NB: forgive is spelt forgiue so that "Why hast tho_u_ forsaken me" is correct.
SIR.--Mons. Compigne, a Savoyard by birth, a Friar of the order of Saint Benedict, is the man who will present to you as his passport to your protection, this letter. He is one of the most discreet, the wisest and the least meddling persons that I have ever known or have had the pleasure to converse with. He has long earnestly solicited me to write to you in his favor, and to give him a suitable character, together with a letter of credence; which I have accordingly granted to his real merit, rather I must say, than to his importunity; for, believe me, Sir, his modesty is only exceeded by his worth, I should be sorry that you should be wanting in serving him on account of being misinformed of his real character; I should be afflicted if you were as some other gentlemen have been, misled on that score, who now esteem him, and those among the best of my friends; wherefore, and from no other motive I think it my duty to advertise you that you are most particularly desired, to have especial attention to all he does, to show him all the respect imaginable, nor venture to say any thing before him, that may either offend or displease him in any sort; for I may truly say, there is no man I love so much as M. Compigne, none whom I should more regret to see neglected, as no one can be more worthy to be received and trusted in decent society. Base, therefore, would it be to injure him. And I well know, that as soon as you are made sensible of his virtues, and shall become acquainted with him you will love him as I do; and then you will thank me for this my advice. The assurance I entertain of your Courtesy obliges me to desist from urging this matter to you further, or saying any thing more on this subject. Believe me, Sir, &c., RICHELIEU.