URBAN or NICHOLS, since in either name Benevolence and knowledge we can trace, Merits descending to thy lineal race, Thee, friend, I greet, and with a grateful aim, For thou hast shewn for me pure friendship's flame. Still vice and folly in thy records chase, Records that Learning and that Virtue grace, And hence, indeed, "THE GENTLEMAN" proclaim. 'Tis thine to rescue from Time's grasping hand What else in dark Oblivion he would hide. Tis thine to join with zeal that noble Band Who Genius aid, yet spare its decent pride. Hail to the FUND, the boast of Freedom's land, In whose prompt bounty Sorrow may confide.
