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CONDITIONS.

I. THE price shall not exceed 3s. 6d, in boards;
and unless 300 copies are subscribed for, the work will
not be published.

II. The work shall be put to press immediately
after the above number of copies are subscribed for.

III. It shall be printed on a superfine yellow wove
fools cap paper, in octavo size, forming a neat pocket
volume.

IV. That it shall be delivered to the subscribers,
(free of any additional expence) as soon as published,
and to be paid for on delivery,—A list of subscribers
to be printed in the book.

Subscribers' names received by Mr. Withnoe, Prin-
ter, March; Mr. Millhouse, Printer, Sleaford; Mr,
Perfect, Bookbinder, Grantham; W. Henson, Book-
seller, Godmanchester; the Author, at Helpstone; and
Printing Office, Market Deeping.

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ADDRESS to the PUBLIC.

THE Public are requested to observe that the TRIFLES humbly offered for their candid perusal can lay no claim to eloquence of poetical composition, (whoever thinks so will be deceived) the greater part of them being Juvenile Productions; and those of a later date offsprings of those leisure Intervals which the short remittance from hard and manual labour sparingly afforded to compose them. It is hoped that the humble situation which distinguishes their author will be some excuse in their favour, and serve to make an atonement for the many inaccuracies and imperfections that will be found in them. The least touch from the iron hand of Criticism is able to crush them to nothing, and sink them at once to utter oblivion.—May they be allowed to live their little day, and give satisfaction to those who may chuse to honour them with a perusal they will gain the end for which they were designed, and their author's wishes will be gratified. Meeting with this encouragement, it will induce him to publish a similar Collection, of which this is offered as a specimen.

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THE SETTING SUN,

A SONNET.

THIS scene, how beauteous to the musing mind,
That now swift slides from my enchanting view;
The Sun, sweet setting yon far hills behind,
In other worlds his visits to renew.

What spangling glories all around him shine,
What nameless colours, cloudless and serene,
(A heavenly prospect—brightest in decline)
Attend his exit from this lovely scene.

So sets the christian's sun, in glories clear—
So shines his soul, at his departure here:
No clouding doubts, nor misty fears arise,
To dim Hope's golden rays of being forgiven;
His sun, sweet setting, in the clearest skies,
In safe assurance wings the soul to heaven.