Lost, a Flowered silk Manto (Mantua) Gown of a sable and Gold Coulor, lined with Black, betwixt Arniseed Clere (St. Agnes le Clair) and the White Houses at Hogsden (Hoxton) on Wednesday last, the 19th instant, about 4 or 5 a clock in the Afternoon. Any one that can give Intelligence of the said Manto Gown to Mr. Blewit’s, at the Rose and Crown in Loathberry, shall have 10s. for their pains.
Poetry.
For the Table Book.
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB’S ARMY.
And it came to pass that night, that the Angel of the Lord went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses!—2 Kings, xix. 35.
The sun in his beauty had sunk to rest,
And with magic colours illumin’d the west,
Casting o’er the temple his brightest gold,
The temple,—Jehovah’s dwelling of old:
The flowers were clos’d by the evening breeze,
That sadly sigh’d through Lebanon’s trees;
The moon was up, so pale and bright,
(She look’d more beautiful that night,)
Whilst numerous stars were round her gleaming—
Stars in silent beauty beaming.
The Fiend of Fear his dark wings spread
O’er the city of God, and fill’d it with dread;
But the king at the altar prostrate lay,
And plac’d on Jehovah’s arm his stay;
In anxious watching he pass’d the night,
Waiting the return of the morning light,
When forth his embattled hosts should move,
The power of Jehovah on the Heathen to prove!
The Assyrian hosts were proud in their might,
And in revelry spent the commencement of night,
’Till the power of wine o’er their coward-souls creeping,
Each man in his armour lay prostrate, sleeping!