19. From the Cherubin and Seraphin, who ftand before Thee, to the worm in the bowels of the Earth, all living creatures receive of Thee, what is good and expedient for them. 20. And not one fuffereth change, without Thy knowledge. 21. Praife then the Lord, O my Soul, and rejoice before Him, 22. Lift up thyfelf unto Him with reverence, for He heareth thy prayer, and will help thee, 23. O my God, give me an understanding heart and make me to be filled with true wisdom. 24. May I be filled with Thy Holy Spirit, and daily draw nearer to Thee my God! 25. And appoint for me, here on Earth, what Thou feeft good and expedient for me. 26. Help me that I may discharge my duty in my ftation, and do Thy will. 27. And having ferved my generation here on Earth, grant that I may enter into the world of light. 28. That I may join the Hoft of Heaven, to praile, Thy Name, O Lord, for ever and ever. Amen. HAWKSTONE is the Seat of Sir Richard Hill, Baronet, One of the Knights of the Shire for the County of Salop, and is fituated at about eleven Miles diftance from SHREWSBURY, a Small Pamphlet defcriptive of which may be had at HAWKSTONE INN, an elegant Houfe built by Sir Richard, for the Accommodation of Those who come to fee the Place. It may also be had of J. StockF. dale, Piccadilly, LONDON, or T. Wood, Printer, SHREWSBURY, and other Bookfellers. Price, one Shilling. Infcriptions IN HAWKSTONE PARK: The Seat of Sir RICHARD HILL, Bart. Over the two large Whale Ribs near the Inn. Here Paffenger, thy course begin, Where varied landfcapes feaft the Eye, In a Recefs in the Grotto. Let thofe furround the throne of Kings, My lov'd abode this peaceful grot. + Thefe Limes are in the Hand of a large Wax Figure, which was given to Sir Richard Hill Bart. by the late Lord KILLMOREY, whofe name is Needham, and one of whofe Ancestors the Figure reprefents. In the Retreat. Whilft all thy glories, O my Gon, Whilft rocks and hills and fertile vales, Oh! may I view with humble heart,- But But whilft I tafte thy bleflings, LORD, And fip the ftreams below, O may my Soul be led to Thee, And if fuch footsteps of thy love, Juft as before yon' noontide fun In the Hermit's Habitation, Far from the busy scenes of life, Over a Seat at Neptune's Whim, on the Whilst baneful vice lays confcience waste These rural scenes beguile the hours In pleafing innocence. On an Urn in the Tower Glen: Anno 1784, This Urn Was placed here, by Sir Richard Hill, Bart. ROWLAND ROWLAND HILL, of HAWKSTONE, ESQUIRE ; A Gentleman remarkable for his great wisdom, piety, and charity, who being a zealous Royalift, hid himself in this Glen, in the civil wars, in the time of KING CHARLES THE FIRST; But being discovered, was imprisoned in the adjacent Castle, commonly called Red Caftle, whilft his house. was pillaged and ranfacked by the Rebels. The Caftle itself was foon afterwards demolifhed. His fon, Rowland Hill, Efq; coming to his affiftance, alfo fuffered much in the fame loyal cause. The above account taken from Kimber's Baronetage, as also from the traditions of the family, holds forth to pofterity the attachment of this ancient House, to an unfortunate and much injured Sovereign. Entering into the Walls of Red Caftle; See this vaft antique Pitt, how reverend grey, From whofe high turrets, now by years decay'd, Over the Bower of Contemplation. Sacred to Contemplation. Tell me, dear ftranger, tell me true, Oft fad forebodings from within Announce the hidden fore, Whilft fruitlefs arts the wound to heal But make it fefter more. |