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THE 
 
 FUGITIVE MISCELLANY. 
 
 B E I N c a 
 
 Collection of fuch 
 
 FUGITIVE PIECES, 
 
 In Prose and Verse, as are not in any other 
 Colleftion. 
 
 With many Pieces never before publifhed, 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed for J. Almon, oppofite Burlington-houfe, in 
 Piccadilly. 
 
 M.DCCXXXIV. 
 
/v.R. 
 
 Advertifement. 
 
 / T" V HE New Foundling Hospital fou Wit 
 -*- being fniJJ?ed, and the idea of a Collection of 
 thofe Fugitive Pieces of Merit ivhicb occafionally appear 
 in print, or arc handed about in manufcript, being ap- 
 proved by the public \ this volume of Fugitives is humbly 
 offered as a Continuation of the Plan ; but under a diffe- 
 rent title, that it may not fern compulfatory en the pur- 
 chafers of the former work to proceed. It is intended to 
 publijh a volume of this work annually, ii>thc month of 
 March, or thereabouts, and to print it in the fame fixe 
 as the New Foundling Hofpital for Wit, in order that 
 fuch Gentlemen as chufe to Ihive Loth, may be enabled to 
 bind them uniformly, whenever they pleafe. 
 
 The affiflance of the Ingenious is humbly requcflcd. They 
 may be afjured their favours will be very gratefully re- 
 ceived. 
 
 A l C O V 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 TO Dr. Andrews* by Lord Townjhend 9 
 
 Epijile to Mr. , in behalf of an unfortu- 
 
 young lady ■ ■ 1 1 
 
 Jo Lady Boy fit on, by Sir Griffith Boynton . 15 
 
 To the memory of Lady Townjhend, by Lord Clare 16 
 
 "The Coterie, a ballad 1 8 
 
 To a lady, who aeeufed the author of flattery 20 
 
 On a lady fee ping • ibid 
 
 Upon a certain Lord' 's giving ten thoufand pounds fr a 
 
 houfe ■ 21 
 
 Prologue to a puppet-flew ibid 
 
 Written under a la?npoon on a window ■ 2 3 
 
 Prologue to All for Love, by Bifiop Hoadly ibid 
 
 Fool's petition to "Jupiter, by Mr. Gar rick 25 
 
 Earl of ' Chcjler field 's aufwer 27 
 
 Ode for the 5//; of November ■ 29 
 
 Periwigo?ninos ■ ■ 33 
 
 The rapture • ■ 35 
 
 Verfcs to a young lady, with a new edition of Shake- 
 
 fp M r e , 37 
 
 Impromptu -, by Mr. Horacj IValpoie-, on feeing the 
 Duchefs of ^ueenflmry ■■ 4 1 
 
 Anfwer « ibid 
 
 Addrefs to the gout • ■ ibid 
 
 To Mijs , of Horfcmanden, by Mr. Cawthorne 42 
 
 To Mr. Allen Ramfay, by Mr. Sofnerville 44 
 
 Epijile, by Mr , William Hogarth , on a picture being re- 
 turned ■ • 47 
 
 Old 
 
( vi ) 
 
 Old man of Verona, by Mr. Langhorne 49 
 
 A tale 50 
 
 Verfes by Lads B L , on performing the Pad- 
 
 lock at JVcJlon r-? 
 
 Epijlle from the author to his mifrefs ■ 56 
 
 Prefntjlate of Great Britain, by Dr. Jchnfon 57 
 
 Lines, by Mr, C. Churchill 58 
 
 On fome bees flinging a horfe ibid 
 
 Lines on three ch'nnney f weepers 59 
 
 An epitaph • 60 
 
 The converts, an ode 6 f 
 
 Conflitutional catechifm — 65 
 
 On modern eloquence ■ 7 1 
 
 Extracl from an old book - 85 
 
 P. Verfus C. 87 
 
 Ode at the Enccenla at Oxford, by Dr. Wheeler 9 r 
 
 Parody on the fame . 96 
 
 Ode on a bachelor's meeting at Cambridge — 101 
 
 Epitaph on Bobtail — 107 
 
 Dr. Clancy s epijlle to Signora Barbarigo — ■ 109 
 
 Propofals for a new dictionary ~ . 1 1 5 
 
 Verfes to the god of Love 119 
 
 On the death of Mifs Smith's dog Crufi • — 12 1 
 
 Captivated bee • 1 24 
 
 Inventory of Dr. Swiff s goods 125 
 
 The fparrows 126 
 
 Infer ipt ion for a bench under a tree 1 28 
 
 Epitaph, by Dr. Hawkefworth ibid 
 
 Epitaph i by Mr. IV. Mafon 130 
 
 Fitzgigs 
 
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 Fitzgig's triumph 132 
 
 Humourous letter on the errors in news-papers 1 38 
 
 To Lord Norths on the divifeons of the R r >yal family 146 
 
 On the ladies tetes 155 
 
 Written on a window — ibid 
 
 Thames and the Doclor — 156 
 
 The expojhdation, by Lord G. • ■ 158 
 
 Reply, by Lady Mary S. ■ 159 
 
 Choice of a zuife 1 60 
 
 Choice of a hu/band ■ 1 63 
 
 F r ay er to indifference, by Mrs. Greville 165 
 
 Ttuo love elegies > • 167, 171 
 
 Epitaph 175 
 
 Stanzas, to , with the foregoing elegies ibid 
 
 Verfes to a young lady, with a new edition of Shakefpcare^ 
 
 by the Earl of C. « 177 
 
 A pajloral ballad, compofed one hundred years ago 178 
 
 The lawyer's prayer, a fragment 181 
 
 Love elegy « 183 
 
 Imitation of the $th ode of the 3^ book of Horace, by Air. 
 
 Harris 184 
 
 Ode at a celebrated entertainment — — 186 
 
T H E 
 
 FUGITIVE MISCELLANY. 
 
 To Dr. ANDREWS Provofl of Trinity College, 
 Dublin. 
 
 By George Lord Vif count T o w N shend. 
 
 Ne fit anc'iUx, £s?c. Ho R . 
 
 BLUSH not, dear Andrews, nor difchim 
 A paflion for that matchlefs dame, 
 Who kindles in all breafts a flame, 
 
 By beauty's, magic force ; 
 What tho' o'er Dolly's lovely head * 
 Summers twice ten are fcarcely fled ; 
 Is it on that account decreed 
 She mufr. refufe of com fe ? 
 
 Miltown, coeval with thy fire, 
 Durft to a blooming maid afpire, 
 And felt, or feign'd, a lover's lire 
 
 * Mifs Dorothy Monroe, fmce marue-d to ■ 
 
 B At 
 
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 At feventy-three, or more. 
 Bligh, who in Churchill's battles bled, 
 Took a young virgin to his bed ; 
 No horny dreams difturb'd his head, 
 
 Tho' making at fourfcore. 
 
 Intrepid Lucas, lame and old, 
 Bereft of eye- fight, health, and gold, 
 To a green girl his paflion told, 
 
 And clafp'd the yielding bride : 
 Then pri'thee leave that face of care, 
 Let not your looks prefage defpair, 
 Be jovial, brifk, and debonnair, 
 
 My life, you're not deny'd. 
 
 Nor think, my friend, becaufe I prize 
 Her breafts that gently fall and rife, 
 Her auburn hair, and radiant eyes, 
 
 I envy your efpoufal ; 
 No rival paflion fires my breafr, 
 Long fince from amorous pains at reft * ; 
 Nay more, to prove what I've profefc'd, 
 
 I'll carry your propofal. 
 
 • Within two years after writing this, his Lerd/hip roamed Mid 
 Montgomery, 
 
 An 
 
An EPISTLE 
 
 To the Hon. Mr. , in behalf cf an unfortunate 
 
 young Lady. 
 
 — £his talia fando 
 
 Te?nperet a lachrymis ? Virg. 
 
 [Among the many miferable wretches whom Mr. 
 has ruined, he fcarcely, perhaps, recollects 
 
 the unfortunate Kitty T y j the intention of 
 
 the following (hort epiftle is to awaken his pity, and 
 to recal to his mind a wretched outcaft, whom it is yet 
 in his power to refcue from infamy and perdition. 
 Her extreme * youth, her fenfe, her beauty, all 
 
 plead in her behalf. Without putting Mr. to any 
 
 great expence, many ways may be found of provid- 
 ing for her ; for himfelf, the author, avows, that the 
 moft difinterefted generofity was his only motive for 
 publifliing the following lines j mould they have the 
 intended effecT-, he will think his trouble amply re- 
 paid. 
 
 " Next to relieve innocence diftrefr, 
 
 To plead its caufe, declares a generous breaft."] 
 
 I 
 
 F yet, enflav'd by vice, there reft 
 One fpark of love, or honour in your breaft; 
 
 * Scarcely yet feventeen, 
 
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 If not quite loft, to every generous fenfe, 
 
 You ftill can feel forinjur'd innocence - y 
 
 Think of that haplefs fair — whofe youthful charms 
 
 So lately bleft your clofely-circling arms. 
 
 The foremoft once in pleafure's gilded fcene, 
 
 The faireft votary of the Cyprian Queen. 
 
 Now — to all hope, to every comfort loft, 
 
 By the wide waves of (tern affliction toft. 
 
 Doom'd to endure the cruel pangs of need, 
 
 Caft from thy bofom like a poifonous weed ; 
 
 Doom'd, as defpair points out the gloomy way. 
 
 Along the paths of infamy to ftray. 
 
 Much-injur'd girl, to better profpecls born, 
 Tho' now abandon'd, left to weep and mourn. 
 Fortune fmiPd flattering on her natal hour, 
 Bleft her with fenfe, and beauty's choiceft flow'r ; 
 Nor were her parents of ignoble race, 
 In her, a generous line, firft knew difgrace : 
 Her father * fleeps with thofe illuftrious dead 
 Who fought for Albion, and for Albion bled. 
 Happy in death — he never liv'd to fee 
 His much-lov'd child — his Kitty's infamy. 
 
 And can you, , peace or pleafure know, 
 
 While loft fhe wanders, funk in guilt and woe. 
 Recal the hours, when to her blooming face 
 The fmile of innocence lent every grace. 
 When in her love-form'd, and all-fpotlefs breaft, 
 Content and happinefs had plac'd their neftj 
 
 * He was a Captain in the army. 
 
 Art! 
 
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 And dwelt, till you, to your eternal jfhame, 
 An envious fiend, a fubtle tempter, came. 
 Triumphant forc'd thofe virtues to retreat, 
 And much-reludtant quit their favourite feat. 
 Reflect, one moment, with what treacherous art 
 You won to love her unfufpecling heart : 
 Her all fhe gave — her peace — her virgin fame 
 And fondly chang'd them for remorfe and fhame. 
 When torn from a fond mother's laft: embrace, 
 You gave her to a loft, a haplefs race ; 
 With them to proftitute her blooming charms, 
 Joylefs in every comer's loathfome arms. 
 Say, for that end, was form'd thy Kitty's face, 
 Her noble air, her more than female grace ; 
 Thofe eyes, that with fuch fire and meaning glow, 
 Thofe cheeks of rofes, and thofe breads of fnow j 
 Thofe lovely locks, in wanton ringlets fpread, 
 Thofe ivory teeth, thofe lips as coral red ; 
 Thofe coral lips, from whence proceed a voice 
 So foft, fo fweet, 'twou'd make defpair rejoice > 
 No, fhe was furely form'd, thus fair to prove 
 The perfect joys of pure and mutual love ; 
 To blefs in Hymen's bands fome happy youth, 
 With beauty, virtue, conftancy, and truth. 
 
 Such was her lot, and ftill in one fmooth ftream, 
 Her hours had flow'd, her life a pleafant dream ; 
 Had you ne'er come to tempt her far aftray, 
 From where meek virtue'pointed out her way; 
 Chang'd this fair fcene, and blafted all her joys, 
 As the rude North the blooming Spring deitroys. 
 
 B 3 Full 
 
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 Full well you knew, to what her youth you doomM, 
 
 To be in anguifh and in tears confum'd -, 
 
 To be of brutal luft the happlefs flave, 
 
 To end her forrows in an early grave. 
 
 What time, what fchemes, what art you us'd to blind 
 
 The dawning virtues of a generous mind ; 
 
 With what falfe oaths her virgin fears fuppreft, 
 
 With what falfe hopes infpir'd her youthful breaft j 
 
 So when to death, the chofen victim's led, 
 
 The fatal paths with faireft flow'rs are fpread. 
 
 Unfeeling youth ! e're yet it be too late, 
 
 Think on thy once lov'd Kitty's wretched fate. 
 
 See, to aflift my words, the fair appears, 
 
 Her faded cheeks worn with incefTant tears ; 
 
 Onyou, her grief-fwoln eyes, imploring throws, 
 
 On you, the guilty author of her woes. 
 
 And pleads not confcience, hourly in thy bread, 
 
 For thy lov'd Kitty, injur'd and oppreft ? 
 
 O hear us then, while yet you've pow'r to fave 
 
 The lovely mourner finking to the grave. 
 
 Yet, yet, fhe loves, ungrateful tho' you prove, 
 
 Cruel and falfe, and ever mull (he love. 
 
 Midfl all her griefs, for you, the much-wrong'd fair 
 
 Solicits heav'n v/ith never-ceafing pray'r ; 
 
 For you, fhe joylefs waftes the ling'ring day, 
 
 For you, fhe weeps the midnight hours away. 
 
 Soothe then her foul, and filence all her fears, 
 And wipe from her full eyes the ftreaming tears ; 
 Of forrow's cup no longer let her tafte, 
 Nor in the fhade of grief her beauties wade. 
 
 To 
 
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 To Lady BoYNTON, cutting her name in the bark of a 
 tree. 
 
 By Sir GRIFFITH BOYNTON. 
 
 TO penfive minds fuperiour truths belong, 
 Whofe facred precepts form the voice of fong: 
 They with foft folitude fweet converfe hold, 
 And love the whifper'd tale by fancy told. 
 
 While on this ftem (now confecrate to fame) 
 Thou giv'll to future years the darling name, 
 What crowding thoughts within my bofom move, 
 Swell at my heart, and wake each fenfe of love ! 
 
 This plant thy Damon, in life's fragrant morn, 
 With foft'ring hand feleclcd from the thorn ; 
 Faft, with his years the mooting fcion grew; 
 Nor mark'd the varied feafons as they flew ; 
 Together pafs'd with time his ample round : 
 ( Hark ! as you write, he gives the boding found) 
 His * " creeping hours,'' in myftic days of yore, 
 Tun'd the fweet reed on Avon's fairy more : 
 Then ill-rewarded worth, or fruitlefs love 
 Sought, and found folace in the lonely grove; 
 From prying eyes a willing exile ran, 
 And all th' obtrufive intcrcourfe of man. 
 
 Revolve the pair, we paint the coming years ; 
 The garlands fancy wove reflection tears; 
 
 * Shakefpeare. As You Liks It, 
 
 B 4 Their 
 
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 Their rofeate bloflbm moans its balmy prime, 
 
 .Born on the fleeting wing of ruthlefs time : 
 
 Beauty awaits its all-involving gloom, 
 
 Nor cbears the wintry frown that fhades the tomb 
 
 Yet be it mine, by truth and beauty fir'd, 
 
 To praife thofe charms which Lyttelton admir'd. 
 
 To the memory of the Right Honourable Char- 
 lotte, Viscountess Townshend, Baroness 
 Ferrers in her own rights who died at Leixlip in 
 Ireland, on the $th of September, 1770. 
 
 By LORD CLARE. 
 
 "^TriTH down-cafl look, and pitying eye, 
 
 V V Unarm'd, the king of terrors flood ; 
 He laid his fting and horrors by, 
 Averfe to flrike the fair and good: 
 
 When, thus, an angel urg'd the blow • 
 
 No more thy lifted hand fufpend! 
 To confeious guilt a dreaded foe, 
 
 To innocence a welcome friend. 
 
 Bright liofts of cherubs round her {land ; 
 
 'J o her, and me, confefs'd alone j 
 Each waving his celeftial hand, 
 
 And pointing to th 5 eternal throne. 
 
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 The angel fpoke — Nor hufband dear, 
 Nor children lov'd, a mournful train, 
 
 Could from her eye attract one tear, 
 Nor bend one thought to earth again, 
 
 The foul, impatient of delay, 
 
 No more could mortal fetters bind ; 
 
 But, fpringing to the realms of day, 
 Leaves every human care behind. 
 
 Yet (hall an infant-daughter's claim 
 
 Demand from Heaven thy guardian care : 
 
 Protect that lovely, helplefs frame, 
 
 And guard that breaft you form'd fo fair ! 
 
 A parent's lofs, unknown, unwept, 
 Thoughtlefs, the fatal hour (he pafs'd $ 
 
 Or, only thought her mother flept, 
 
 Nor knew how long that fleep mufi: laft. 
 
 When time th' unfolding mind difplays," 
 
 May (lie, by thy example led, 
 Fly from that motly, giddy maze, 
 
 Which youth, and guilt, and folly tread! 
 
 Thcfe never knew the guiding hand 
 Which leads to Virtue's arduous way : 
 
 Mothers, now, join the vagrant band, 
 And teach their children how to ftray. 
 
 Her 
 
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 Her fhall the pious tafk engage, 
 
 Such once was thine, with lenient aid, 
 
 A father's forrows to afluao-e, 
 His love with equal love repaid. 
 
 So fhall fhe read, with ardent eye, 
 
 This leflbn thy laft moments give, 
 €t They who, like thee, would fearlefs die, 
 
 " Spotlefs, like thee, muft learn to live." 
 
 The COTERIE. A new ballad. 
 
 By a Woman of Fajhion. 
 
 YE dames of diftincTion, condemn'd to be wives, 
 Forget all the cares that embitter'd your lives ; 
 No longer capricious and impotent age 
 Muft keep us, like parrots, confin'd in a cage : 
 For duty and law 
 We care not a ftraw, 
 Reputation's a bugbear to keep us in awe : 
 But fpite of our hufbands, our lovers we meet, 
 And anfwer their pafHon in Albemarle -jlreet. 
 
 Dull creatures may trudge in the fame ftupid route, 
 Purfuing the pattern the world has cut out - 9 
 We (ingle out pleafures inchantingly new, 
 And taite the refinement of joy with a few, 
 
 Who 
 
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 Who give up their houfes, 
 
 Their children and fpoufes, 
 To mix in the Bacchanal crew that caroufes 
 With wine and foft intercourfc, tender and fweet, 
 And revel till day-light in Albcmarlc-ftrect. 
 
 The brutes of the foreft their young may protect, 
 As Nature's emotions incline and direct ; 
 But ive, who have Reafon to boaft as our guide, 
 Dare facrifice feeling to fafhion or pride: 
 
 No family fears 
 
 Muft reach us at Frertz^ 
 The fqualling of children with mirth interferes : 
 Such mufic is banifh'd the charming retreat 
 Of dear diflipation in Albemarle-Jlrcet. 
 
 While Charlotte ) whofe kind occupation affords 
 Tid-bits for our Commoners, Bifnops, and Lords, 
 With levees of beauties, and fophas of down, 
 Lays baits to inveigle the youth of the town „ 
 
 Since we are as .fair, 
 
 And as modifhour air, 
 We'll venture to put in our claim to a mare, 
 And try the delights of a fweet tete a tete, 
 With beaus and fine fellows in Albemarle-Jlrcet, 
 
 Nor plague us with fcandal, ye females rec'ufe! 
 Whofe cold inclinations enjoyment refufe; 
 But rather, for faking your drops and bohea, 
 Be parelefs and kind, and complying as we ; 
 
 Na 
 
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 No philtre like love, 
 
 Can vapours remove, 
 Or quicken your pulfe and your fpirits improve ; 
 So take the prsfcript'on prepar'd at your feet, 
 By Cupid's phyiicians in Alhemarle-Jircet. 
 
 To a Lady, who accused the author of 
 
 FLATTERY. 
 
 SA Y not, fair one, that I flatter, 
 Truft me, what I fpeak is true ; 
 Would you have me write a fatire, 
 Where the purefl: praife is dire. 
 
 I thofe praifes cannot fmother, 
 
 You fo charming feem to me ; 
 What were flattery to another, 
 
 Barely jiijiice is to thee. 
 
 On a Lady sleeping. 
 
 WHEN, for the world's repofe, my Cselia 
 fleeps, 
 See, Cupid hovers o ? er the maid, and weeps. 
 Well may'ft thou weep, fond boy, thy power dies, 
 Thou hail no darts, when Caelia has no eyes. 
 
 Upon 
 
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 Upon a certain Lord's giving fome thoufand pounds for * 
 houfe. 
 
 SO many thoufand s for a houfe 
 For youy of all the world, Lord Moufe! 
 A little houfe would beft accord 
 With you, mv very little Lord ; 
 And then exa&ly match'd wou'd be 
 Your houfe and hofpitality. 
 
 Prologue to a Puppet-shew. 
 
 Addrejfed to the Ladies. 
 
 FAIR dames, if puppets may prefume to (ue 
 To fuch true judges of mankind as you, 
 Indulge us, fupplicating flicks of wood, 
 Who plead but to be heard and underflood ; 
 And tho' like modern macaronies made, 
 Of (ilk and whalebone, tinfel and brocade, 
 Thus pledge ourfelves courageoufly to pleafe you, 
 And promife, on our honours, not to teaze you. 
 
 Since mafquerades are grown (o much in fafhion, 
 That fqueaking's made the language of the nation, 
 Let honeft Punch be from your cenfure free, 
 And fmile on unaffected repartee. 
 
 In this infipid, fentimental i*ge, 
 Since wit retir'd from the declining ftagej 
 
 Since 
 
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 Since bards enervate, fpiritlefs, and tame, 
 
 Took decency and dullnefs for the fame; 
 
 Since tafte in affectation dy'd away, 
 
 And moral fentences were ftil'd a play. 
 
 Receiv'd in this poor fcene, Joy's fav'rite feat, 
 
 True Englifh humour feeks a laft retreat ; 
 
 Here Punch the manners of the mob can paint, 
 
 And drefs his droll conceits in phrafes quaint; 
 
 For he's a blade of fpirit, fire, and fun, 
 
 Can drink, dance, drefs and fight, intrigue and pun; 
 
 And tho' more fhrill be charming Linley's throat, 
 
 When fweetly fhe prolongs the dying note, 
 
 Yet ftill with tolerable grace he lings, 
 
 And few fine gentlemen fay better things. 
 
 Should fome by partial prejudices led, 
 Like living puppets better than the dead, 
 We might, perhaps, inftrucr. them were to find 
 Amufements, more adapted to their mind; 
 Shew tragedies pathetically dreft, 
 Or plotlefs comedies without a jeft. 
 
 Yet ere they leave us we would fain impart 
 A few fhort efforts of our mimic art ; 
 To prove our manager's creative fkill, 
 Who dreffes, moulds, and moves us at his will; 
 With one referve, left you his hopes defeat, 
 Thattho' his humble friends, we'never eat. 
 
 T. H. t 
 
 Written 
 
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 Written under a Lampoon upon a window, 
 
 BEHOLD, ye fair, on every pane, 
 To rhyme when puny poets try, 
 Some lady's reputation's flain, 
 
 And here t as in its grave, doth lie. 
 
 Be cautious then, to whom ye truft, 
 
 Nor credit ev'ry fop's pretence ; 
 But yield (as foon or late ye mufl) 
 
 To youths of fecrecy and fenfe. 
 
 T. H. I. 
 
 Prologue to All for Love, aSIed at Blenheim-houfe, 
 in the fum?ner^ 1718. Written by Bijhsp Hoadley, 
 and fpoken by Lady Bateman, who atted Cleopatra. 
 
 WHILE ancient dames and heroes in us live, 
 And fcenes of love and war we ffere revive ; 
 Greater in each, in each more fortunate, 
 Than all that ever ages paft call'd great ; 
 O Marlbro', think not wrong that I thee name, 
 And firft do homage to thy brighter fame. 
 Beauty and Virtue with each other ftrove 
 To move and recompence thy early love; 
 Beauty, which Egypt's queen could never boafr, 
 And virtue fhe ne'er knew, or quickly loft. 
 A foul fo form'd and cloath'd heav'n muft defien, 
 For fuch a fou 1 , and fuch a form, as thine. 
 
 But 
 
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 But call'd from foft repofe, and beauty's charms, 
 Thy louder fame is fpoke in feats of arms. 
 The fabled ftories of great Philip's fon, 
 By thy great deeds the world has feen outdone ; 
 The Casfars that Rome boafted yield their bays, 
 And own, in juftice, thy fuperior praife: 
 They fought the empire of the world to gain, 
 But thou to break the haughty tyrant's chain ; 
 They fought t'enflave mankind, but thou to free 
 Whole nations from detefted flavery : 
 " Their guilty paths to grandeur taught to hate 
 <c By virtue, nor blufh for being great." 
 
 This heap of {tones which Blenheim's palace frame, 
 Rofe in this form, a monument to thy name: 
 This heap of {tones muft crumble into fand, 
 But thy great name fhall through all ages itand. 
 In Fate's dark book I fee thy long-liv'd name, 
 And thus the certain prophecy proclaim : 
 tc One {hall arife who {hall thy deeds rehearfe, 
 " Not in arch'd roofs, or in fufpedted verfe, 
 w But in plain annals of each glorious year, 
 " With^ pomp of truth the ftory {hall appear : 
 u Long after Blenneim's walls {hall moulder'd lie, 
 " Or, blown by winds, to diftant countries fly, 
 " By him {hall thy great actions all furvive, 
 " And by thy name {hall his be taught to live." 
 
 O cherifli the remains of life; furvey 
 Thofe years of glory which can ne'er decay ; 
 Enjoy the beft reward below allow'd, 
 The mem'ry of pair, actions great and good ! 
 
 On 
 
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 » 
 The Petition of the Fools to Jupiter. A FABLE. 
 Said to be written by David Garrick, Efq\ and ad- 
 drejfed to the late Earl of Chefterfield. 
 
 FROM Grecian iEsop, to our Gay, 
 Each fabulift is pleas'd to fay, 
 
 That Jove gives ear to all petitions 
 
 From animals of all conditions ; 
 
 Like earthly kings he hears their wants, 
 
 And like them too, not always grants. 
 
 Some years ago — the Fools aiTembled, 
 Who long at Stanhope's wit had tremhJed, 
 And with repeated ftrokcs grown fore, 
 Mod zealoiifly did Jove implore, 
 That he fhould fhield them from that wit, 
 Which, pointed well, was fure to hit: 
 'Twas hard, they faid, to be thus baited, 
 They were not by themfclves created ; 
 And if they were to folly prone, 
 The fault, they hop'd, was not their own. 
 
 Jove fmiFd, and faid— Not quite fo faft : 
 You were, indeed, made up in haftej 
 With little care I form'd your brain, 
 But never made you pert and vain : 
 Stanhope himfelf would be vour friend, 
 Did you not ftrive my work to mend^ 
 And wildly ftraying from my rules, 
 Make yourfelves fops, whom I made fools : 
 But tell me how, for I am willing 
 To grant your wifli, on this fide killing, 
 
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 And fhield you for the time to come.— 
 
 •« Strike Chesterfield, deaf, blind, and dumb.'* 
 
 4c Firfl, in his tongue, fuch terrors lie, 
 
 u If that is flopp'd he can't reply : 
 
 " To flop his tongue, and not his ears y 
 
 <c Will only multiply our fears ; 
 
 <c He'll anfwer both in profe and verfe, 
 
 "And they will prove a lafling curfe : 
 
 " Then flop, O fire of gods and men ! 
 
 w That flill more dreadful tongue, his pen : 
 
 <c Spare net, good Jove, his lordfhip'sy^/, 
 
 " We ne'er fhall refl, if he can write." 
 
 Hold, hold — cries Jove, a moment flay; 
 You know not, focls, for what you pray: 
 
 Your malice, mooting in the dark, 
 
 Has driv'n the arrow o'er the mark. 
 Deaf, dumb, and blind, ye filly folk! 
 Is all this rancour for a joke ? 
 Shall I be pander to your hate, 
 And mortals teach to rail at fate ? 
 To mend a little your condition, 
 I'll grant one third of your petition ; 
 He fhall be deaf, and you be free 
 From his keen, brilliant repartee, 
 Which, like high-temper'd, polifh'd flee!, 
 Will quicker wound than you can feel : 
 With fear, with weaknefs we comply, 
 But ftill what malice afks, deny : 
 How would Apollo, Hermes, fwear, 
 Should I give ear to all your pray'r, 
 
 And 
 
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 And blaft the man, who from his birth 
 Has been their fav'rite care on earth ? 
 What, tie his tongue, and cloud his fight, 
 That he no more can talk than write ! 
 I can't indulge your foolifh pride, 
 And punifh all the world befide. 
 
 An Anfwer in the name of Lord Chesterfield, 
 
 GARRICK, I've read your FooVs Petition, 
 And thank you for the compofition; 
 Tho' few will credit all you fay, 
 Yet 'tis a friendly part you play -, 
 A part which you perform with eafe^ 
 Whate'er you act is fure to pleafe. 
 
 But give me leave, on this occafion, 
 To make one little obfervation : 
 Though no good reafon is aflign'd, 
 At leaft not any I can find, 
 Why I mould be deaf dumb, or blind; 
 Yet fince it was refolv'd above, 
 By this fame fool-obeying Jove, 
 I muft not fpeak, or hear, or fee, 
 Surely to foften the decree,. 
 He might have left the choice to me. 
 Were that the cafe, I would difpenfe 
 With fight, and wit, and eloquence, 
 Still to retain my fav'rite fenfe; 
 
 C 2 For 
 
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 For grant, my friend, we would admit 
 What fome may doubt, that I have wit; 
 What are the mighty pow'rs of fpeech, 
 What ufeful purpofe do they reach ? 
 When vain and impotent you fee, 
 Ev'n down from Socrates to me, 
 All the bom-mots that e'er were faid 
 To mend the heart, or clear the head ; 
 Fools will be fools, fay what we will, 
 And rafcals will be rafcals (till. 
 
 But rather I your cafe would be in, 
 Say you, than lofe the pow'r of feeing ; 
 The face of nature you will fay 
 Is ever chearful, ever gay, 
 And beauty, parent of delight, 
 Muft always charm the ravifh'd fight. 
 
 This choice perhaps I might commend, 
 But here, you have forgot, my friend, 
 That Nature's face, and Beauty's heav'n, 
 Lofe all their charms at feventy-feven ; 
 The brighter!: fcenes repeated o'er, 
 As well you know, will pleafe no more ; 
 The profpe&'s darken'd o'er with age, 
 The drama can no more engage, 
 We wifh, with you, to quit the ftage. 
 In fhort, it is a point I'm clear in, 
 The beft of fenfes is, our hearing ; 
 Happy who keeps it ftill, and he 
 Who wants muft mourn the lofs like mej 
 
 1 
 
 For 
 
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 For though I little fhould regret 
 The table's roar where fools are met, 
 The flatt'ring tribe who fing or fay 
 The lies or tattle of the day ; 
 Still have I caufe for difcontent, 
 Still lofe what moft I muft lament, 
 The converfc of a chofen few y 
 The luxury of — hearing you. 
 
 ODE for the Fifth of November. 
 
 Incedis per ignes 
 
 Suppofttos cinere dolofo. HoR. 
 
 Coll. Ball. Oxon. 5 Nov. 1769. 
 
 STROPHE. 
 
 WHERE woods the hoary cliffs embrown, 
 Wild waving o'er the dizzy deep, 
 Whofe fhaggy fides impetuous down 
 The glift'ning torrents rudely fweep \ 
 A lofty pile ufurps the fky, 
 Whofe mould'ring turrets nod from high, 
 With creeping ivy twin'd around. 
 Oft in the happier days of Rome 
 Mad orgies {hook the vaulted dome, 
 The pealing groves rebellow to the found. 
 Down rapid Tiber's echoing banks its flies, 
 Where Rome's imperial fpires in proud arrangement 
 rife. 
 
 C 3 AN- 
 
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 ANT1STROPHE. 
 
 Hark ! what unufual tumult wakes 
 
 The long-hufh'd thunders of the fane ! 
 
 Again the pealing foreft makes, 
 
 'J he vaulted dome refounds again. 
 Ah ! fee a ghaftly train 
 
 Emerging from the hollow blaze, 
 
 Which gilds the horror of the gloom, 
 
 And all the infernal fcene betrays. 
 Muttering words of awful doom, 
 With hurried ftep, and threat'ning mien. 
 
 Fanatacifm, fable-cinclur'd Queen, 
 
 Shoots frenzy from her fparkling eyes. 
 
 Ambition ftalks before with bloody plume, 
 
 And points the terrors of his gleaming lance, 
 
 In ermine veil'd ; behind her, fighs 
 
 Hypocrify, enrapt in myftic trance, 
 Thrice waves the magic circle of her rod — 
 Thrice bows her triple crown with dire majeftic nod. 
 
 E P O D E. 
 
 * c Now lours the ftorm, fhe wildly cry'd, 
 And murmurs o'er its mourning prey, 
 And flings eruptive ruin wide, 
 To blaft the rofy fmiles of day. 
 Where roars the proud Atlantic furge, 
 And tow'ring billows billows urge, 
 
 C 4 To 
 
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 Tolafh Britannia's rocky more, 
 There lurking vengeance fternly fcouls, 
 And there fedition panting prowls, 
 To quaff her tears and ftreaming gore." 
 
 STROPHE. 
 
 cc Mourn, ye fons of Albion, mourn 
 The laurel wreaths of glory torn, 
 Whofe verdure (hade ycur haughty brows, 
 On the fwift wings of vicVry borne. 
 No more fhall ride your lordly prows 
 Thro* the loud clamours of the raging deep. 
 
 Weep ! ye fons of Albion, weep ! 
 No more fhall wanton in the breeze afar 
 Your flutt'ring banners rear'd in banks of waj ; 
 Nor fate beam direful on your quiv'ring fpear, 
 The bounding fury curb'd, which wings its bold ca- 
 reer." 
 
 ANTISTROPHE. 
 
 <c Deep in the dun-embow'ring grove, 
 The Abbey fpreads its Gothic gloom ; 
 Far from the genial warmth of love 
 The flower of beauty waftes its bloom. 
 Proftrate at the midnight knell, 
 Repentance lifts to heav'n her fighs ; 
 Yet nervelefs in the lonely cell, 
 Virtue droops, and vigour dies j 
 
 C 4 The 
 
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 The Queen of Ocean captive lies, 
 
 And vainly checks the indignant groan, 
 
 And fiercely rolls her glaring eyes ; 
 
 While low (he licks the duft of yonder throne, 
 Whofe fordid bafe the dufk of Tartarus fbrouds, 
 Whofe towering head is lofl in (hades of deepening 
 clouds." 
 
 E P O D E. 
 
 Hark ! what tranfport loads the gale ! 
 
 Around the voice of rapture rings - 9 
 
 Hail ! ye fons of Albion, hail ! 
 
 * c Wake to joy the trembling firings ; 
 Rcufe the dull ear of pale defpair, 
 And fmooth the frowns of brooding care. 
 Ye, whofe patriot bofoms glow, 
 Now bid the dream of pleafure flow ; 
 Treafon foams and gnaws her chain, 
 Her blunted fpear was huil'd in vain ; 
 With rage, retorted, bounds the blow, 
 Which dreadful rofe to whelm the flate, 
 Poiz'd on the tottering verge of fate. 
 
 Scar'd at the found, the fury fhrinks, 
 
 And fwift to Stygian darknefs finks. 
 
 Her train, on rattling pinions borne, 
 
 Rufh from the rofy fmiles of mom. 
 
 PE- 
 
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 P E R I W I G O M E N O S. 
 
 A congratulatory ODE from the body of Barbers to 
 the King, upon wearing a Wig, written attberequejl 
 of the fraternity of Shavers, by Cha. Curl. 
 
 BARBERS, ./forawj, drtjprs all, 
 Obey the glorious call ; 
 Pour oil upon your heads and ground, 
 And fnap your fingers round ! 
 Snip, fnap ! 
 Now each prepare his fhiningftrap, 
 And let his razor glide along, 
 Quick by darts, but let the llrokes be ftrong. 
 Hail ! hail ! all hail this day ! 
 The King he threw his hair away ! 
 Joy to his razor'd head ! 
 
 Joy to the Tyburn bob ! 
 That hrft did wed 
 
 His fat, his jolly nob. 
 
 O ! what joys will now come after, 
 
 Curl your mufcles boys with laughter ! 
 Ev'ry barber takes his rig, 
 George the Third, bbys, wears a wig j 
 
 Smooth his Royal pericranium bare, 
 
 O ! 'tis a noble nob without its hair. 
 
 Come fweet tripping, buxom daughter, 
 Draw us lily heads of porter ! 
 
 And 
 
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 And let it rife, 
 In lily fqam, or rather 
 Like the fai reft lather, 
 
 Sparkling to our longing eyes. 
 
 You've heard an antientilory, barbers white, 
 
 Of Berenice's hair, 
 Which has the Ikies bedight \ 
 
 She, {he, {he, 
 Delightful, royal drab, 
 
 Was not free, free, 
 Alas ! from the fcab. 
 When the firft barber of the pole, 
 A c;reat, a mighty foul \ 
 
 Did invent, 
 
 To her content, 
 A covering for her head ; 
 For this invention, 
 Drew the attention, 
 
 Of each Egyptian feer j 
 
 Who ev'ry year, 
 
 For years before 
 
 By mighty Mars had fwore, 
 That their oracle was big, 
 
 With fomething ufeful, fomething queer, 
 And this, and this, ye barbers was a WlG. 
 
 Happy, happy, happy hair, 
 
 None but the fair 
 Deferve a Wig. 
 
 The 
 
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 The gods beyond meafure, 
 
 Took infinite pleafure, 
 
 To curl and frizzle 
 
 The old lady's grizzle ; 
 
 In honour of Conon the (haver, 
 
 Her hair it found favour, 
 Above and below, 
 Below and above, 
 
 Barbers have no foe, 
 No, no, no : 
 
 They are the fons of love. 
 
 From the clouds now look down, p 
 
 Nor Berenice frown. i 
 
 Tho' a Wig bears the Crown ! J 
 
 Thy fplcen and anger do not hurl, 
 Nor with thy water wet a precious curl ! 
 
 But let it eafily fit 
 
 Upon his feat of wit ! 
 
 Shew thy benignity, 
 
 Unto its dignity ! 
 Cha. Curl, Poet-hahial to the Company of Gentlemen 
 
 Periwig Makers. 
 
 The RAPTURE. 
 
 On L—y M H , now L—y m 
 
 IN vain have fages ftrove to tell 
 Where female beauty loves to dwell ; 
 And be it rightly underftood, 
 
 No univerial rule is good. 
 
 In 
 
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 In fome, the face enjoys the charm, 
 An ear, an ancle, or an arm; 
 Above, beneath, around 'tis plac'd, 
 Or wholly center'd in the waift. 
 But every other charm forgot, 
 Be mine alone the happy lot, 
 To feaft my feelings with the fight 
 Of thofe rich regions of delight, 
 Where real beauty fits confeft, 
 In all her foft allurements drefr, 
 And revels in Maria's breaft. 
 Soft fcene of pleafure, feat of blifs, 
 On which to print a melting kifs, 
 Were fenfe too exquisitely fine, 
 A banquet for a lip divine ! 
 Like two round hills of marble white, 
 Ts'or meeting, nor dividing quite; 
 Their top with gems of coral ftain'd, 
 Their fides with beds of faphire vein'd ; 
 The rival twins their fummit fhew, 
 And made the fertile vale below. 
 May no too envious tucker rife 
 To vail thofe beauties from mine eyes; 
 When like a fea of milk they wave, 
 And feem with fancy'd ftorms to heave ; 
 Now troubled with a lover's fighs, 
 In bolder billows feem to rife ; 
 Nov/ fink into a fmoother plain, 
 But foftlv fink to rife a^ain. 
 
 Ye 
 
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 Ye gods ! tho' ram be the requeft, 
 
 O Jet me once again be bleft, 
 
 And give me not alone to fee, 
 
 (That blifs in a confin'd degree) 
 
 But prefs thofe hillocks plump and round, 
 
 And feel them from my touch rebound ; 
 
 Whofe tempting whitenefs might incline 
 
 Yourfelves your planets to refign; 
 
 And each defcended from his fphere, 
 
 Remain a willing captive here. 
 
 Oh ! grant it love's prefiding pow'rs, 
 
 To you I'll facrince my hours, 
 
 Both night and day forever your's. 
 
 1 
 
 VERSES to a Young Lady, with a new edition of 
 Shakefpeare. 
 
 ACCEPT, fweet maid, each fcene that Shake- 
 fpeare drew, 
 Scenes, whofe great Jcflbns may improve ev'n you I 
 
 Tempeji. 
 Behold your image in his Tempeji fhewn, 
 For fure Mirandas fpotlefs mind's your own ! — • - \ 
 
 Gentlemen of Verona. 
 Let falfe Veronal rake your anger move, 
 But fpare his friend, who boafts a conftant love. 
 
 Merry Wives of JVindfor. 
 To check your mirth though prudifh matrons try, 
 With Miftrefs Ford in harmlefs frolicks vie. 
 
 Meafure 
 
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 Meafure for Meafure. 
 Like Ifabel, on virtue found your pleafure ; 
 «« Quit like with like, give Meajure (till for Meafure. 
 
 Comedy of Errors. 
 With Adriana's, be your rage fupprefs'd, 
 For life's a fcene of Errors at the beft. 
 
 Much Ado About Nothing. 
 From Claudio's fcorn, and injur'd Hero's blame, 
 Learn what fmall flips overturn a woman's fame. 
 
 Loves Labour Loft. 
 To try their temper, lovers fometimes roafl 
 Like Rofaline, whofe Labour was not Loft. 
 
 Midfummer Night's Dream. 
 Like Hermia, rather from a parent part, 
 Than yield your perfon, and withold your heart. 
 
 Merchant of Venice. 
 Wife Portia's calkets, ere you wed, employ ; 
 Who chufe for riches, ne'er will give you joy : 
 
 As Ton Like It. 
 And when your point, like Rofalind, you've carry'cT, 
 Strive not to wear the breeches when you're marry'd- 
 
 Taming the Shrew. 
 Still Katharine's conquer'd paflions keep in view, 
 Ere fome Petruchio comes to Tame a Shrew ; 
 
 All's Well that Ends Well. 
 And when your Graces have a Bertram warm'd, 
 1 hink, no bad hufband is a rake reform'd. 
 
 Twelfth Night. 
 When Belch, or Ague-cheek for love applies, 
 Deteft the drunkard, and the fool defpife. 
 
 Winter's 
 
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 Winter's Tale. 
 Ne'er of your hufband's friend too fond appear, 
 Leontes' jealoufy may elk be near. 
 
 Macbeth. 
 And left ambition blaft your peaceful life, 
 Behold the end of Cawdor s guilty wife. 
 
 King John. 
 Of love maternal mark the influence mild, 
 When widow'd Conjlance weeps her murder'd child. 
 
 King Richard II. 
 Through changing fortunes let thy faith be feen, 
 A bright example mines in Richard's Queen. 
 
 King Henry IV. 2 parts. 
 And, if a foldier you mould chance to marry, 
 Know, while he's abfent, you at home mult tarry. 
 
 King Henry V. 
 Like t'other Kate, no fault'ring lover blame ; 
 Half French, half Englifh, honeft love's the fame. 
 
 King Henry VI. 3 parts. 
 O'er pious Henry, forrow's tribute pay- 
 But make your hufband kifs as well as pray ; 
 
 King Richard III. 
 Yet clafp no ftatefman, Glofter like, too clofe, 
 Soon cloy'd, they'll give poor Lady Anne a dofe. 
 
 King Henry VIII. 
 And know, like Bui/en, fhould you match above you— 
 The great may marry — but not long will love you. 
 
 Coriolanus. 
 No patriot Marcius take, their faith's but brittle, 
 They love their country much — cheir wives but little. 
 
 JuliiH 
 
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 Julius Cafar. 
 To Pori'ias actions, all but one, afpirc — 
 For what is drinking drams but fwallowing fire ? 
 
 Anthony and Cleopatra. 
 Hate fpend thrift Antonies y who cram the fair, 
 And make them drink the pearls they'd rather wear 
 
 Timon. 
 To no grave -Timon be your favour fhewn, 
 He ne'er can love your fex who hates his own: 
 
 T. Androhicus. 
 No cook, like Andronicus, deign to try, 
 Whofe great ambition foars to raife— -a pye. 
 
 T. and Crejjida. 
 Nor e'er like Creffzd, wanton girl, be led 
 By fome old pander to a lawlefs bed. 
 
 Cymbeline. 
 Accept no Pojlbwnus content to roam ; — 
 Such, fend their fpies to tempt a wife at home. 
 
 King Lear. 
 Your deareft children's wav'ring duty fear, 
 Nor give up all your wealth like beggar'd Lear, 
 
 Romeo and Juliet. 
 But let fome Romeo that foft nature move, 
 Mix with thy foul, and yield thee love for love : 
 
 Ha?nlet, 
 In each rude Hamlet's bofom feorn a part, 
 Whofe only triumph is to break your heart : 
 
 Othello. 
 And all black hufbands— -they're enough to fright one; 
 May 'Lara long live happy with a white one! 
 
 On 
 
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 IMPROMPTU, by Mr. Horace Walpole, 
 on feeing the Duchefs of Queenfbury walk at the 
 Princefs Dowager of Wales's funeral. 
 
 / -p 
 
 ^O many a Kitty, Love his car 
 Would for a day engage • 
 But Prior's Kitty, ever fair, 
 Obtain'd it for an age. 
 
 Occafioned by the above. 
 
 WHEN Prior's Kitty, ever fair, 
 The Strawberry bard infpir'd, 
 She who the world with Cupid's car 
 
 For a whole age has flr'd ; 
 " Guefs why," (lie cry'd, " his praife I (hare 
 
 < € With Roman and with Greek ? 
 " Such connoifTeurs admire the rare, 
 " And prize the true antique." 
 
 An ADDRESS to the GOUT, on its firjl VISIT, 
 by a young Country Patient. 
 
 WELCOME! thou friendly earneft of 
 fourfcore \ 
 Promife of wealth — that haft alone the pow'r 
 T'attend the rich, unenvy'-d by the poor. 
 Thou, that doft Efculapius deride, 
 And o'er his gallipots in triumph ride} 
 
 D Thou, 
 
 
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 Thou, that art us'd t'attend the Royal throne 
 And underprop the head that bears the crown ; 
 Thou, that doft oft in Privy-Council wait, 
 And guard from drowfy fleep the eyes of flate ; 
 Thou that upon the Bench art mounted high, 
 And warn'ft the Judges not to tread awry ; 
 Thou that dofr. oft from pamper'd Prelate's toe, 
 Emphatically urge the pains below; 
 Thou r that art ever half the city's grace, 
 And add'ft to folemn doodles folemn pace j, 
 Thou, that ait us'd to fit on ladies knee, 
 To feed on jellies, and to drink cold tea; 
 Thou, that art ne'er from velvet flippers free j 
 Whence comes this unfought honour unto mef 
 Whence does this mighty condefcenfion flow, 
 To vifit my poor tabernacle? — Oh ! 
 
 As Jove vouch faf 'd on Ida's top, 'tis faid, 
 At poor Philemon's cot to take a bed ; 
 Pleas'd with the fpare but hofpitable feaft, 
 Jove bad him afk, and granted his requeft : 
 So do thou grant (for thou'rt of race divine, 
 Begot on Venus, by the God of Wine) 
 My humble fait — and either give me (lore 
 To entertain thee, or ne'er fee me more ! 
 
 THE Editor of Mr. Cawthorne's poems has omit- 
 ted to infert, in his edition, the following copy 
 of verfes, which were prefixed to that Gentleman's 
 excellent poem of Abe-lard to Eloifa on its original 
 
 publication. 
 
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 publication. The pamphlet from which thefe lines 
 are taken is become very fcarce, and they are too ex- 
 cellent to be loft, I beg therefore to fee them in the 
 Fugitive Mifcellany. 
 
 To Mifs , of Horfcmanden, in Kent. 
 
 WHEN wit and fcience trimm'd their withei'd 
 bays, 
 At Petrarch's voice, and beam'd with half their rays, 
 Some heaven-born genius, panting to explore 
 The fcencs oblivion wifh'd to live no more, 
 Found Abelard'm grief's fad pomp array'd, 
 And call'd the melting mourner from the made. 
 Touch'd by his woe?, and kindling at his rage, 
 Admiring nations glow'd from age to age j 
 From age to age the foft infection ran, 
 Taught to lament the hermit in the man ; 
 Pride dropt her creft, ambition learn'd to figh, 
 And dove-like pity ftream'd in every eye. 
 
 Sick of the world's applaufe, yet fond to warm 
 ■Each maid that knows with Eloife to charm, 
 He afks of verfe to aid his native fire, 
 Refines, and wildly lives along the lyre; 
 Bids all his various paflions throb anew, 
 And hopes my fair to fteal a tear from you. 
 
 O bleft with temper, bleft with fkiH to pour 
 Life's every comfort on each focial hour; 
 Chafte as thy blufhes, gentle as thy mien, 
 Too grave for folly, and too gay for fpleenj 
 
 D 2 * Indulg'd 
 
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 Indulg'd to win, to (often, to infpire, 
 To melt with mufic, and with wit to fire; 
 To blend as judgment tells thee how to plcafe, 
 Wifdom with fmiles, and majefty witheafe; 
 Alike to virtue as the graces known, 
 And proud to love all merit but thy own ! 
 
 Thefe are thy honours, thefe will charms fupply, 
 When thofe dear funs mail fet in either eye ; 
 While /he, who, fond of drefs, of paint and place, 
 Aims but to be a goddefs in the face ; 
 Born all thy fex illumines to defpife, 
 Too mad for thought, too pretty to be wife, 
 Haunts for a year fantaftically vain, 
 XVith half our Fribbles dying in her train : 
 Then finks, as beauty fades and pafiion cools, 
 The fcorn of coxcombs, and the jeftof fools. 
 
 To Mr. ALLEN RAMSAY, upon his publi/lAng 
 his fecond volume of Poems. By Mr. Somerville. 
 
 HAIL Caledonian bard ! whofe rural flrains 
 Delight the liit'ning hills, and chear the plains! 
 Already polifh'd by fome hand divine, 
 Thy purer ore what furnace can refine? 
 Carelefs of cenfure, like the fun, mine forth, 
 In native luftre, and intrinfick w r orth. 
 To follow nature is by rules to write, 
 She led the way, and taught the Stagirite. 
 
 From 
 
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 From her the critic's tafte, the poet's fire, 
 Both drudge in vain 'till fhe from Heav'n infpire : 
 By the fame guide intruded how to (bar, 
 Allen is now what Homer was before. 
 
 Ye chofcn youths ! who dare like him afpire, 
 And touch with bolder hand the golden lyre! 
 Keep nature ftill in view ; on her intent, 
 Climb by her aid the dang'rous fteep afcent 
 To lading fame. Perhaps a little art 
 Is needful, to plane o'er fome rugged part; 
 But the mod labour'd elegance and care, 
 T'arrive at full perfection muft defpair. 
 Alter, blot out, and write all o'er a^ain, 
 Alas ! fome venial fins will yet remain. 
 Indulgence is to human frailty due, 
 Ev'n Pope has faults, and Addifon a few; 
 But thofe, like mifts that cloud the morning ray, 
 Are loft and vanifh in the blaze of day. 
 Tho' fome intruding pimple find a place 
 Amid the glories of Clarinda's face, 
 We ftill love on, with equal zeal adore, 
 Nor think her lefs a goddefs than before, 
 Slight wounds in no difgraceful fears fhall end, 
 Heal'd by the balm of fome good-natur'd friend. 
 In vain fhall canker'd Zoilus alTail, 
 While * Spence prefides, and candor holds the fcale. 
 
 * Mr, Spence, Fellow of Ktiv College, in Oxford, and Poetry ProfeJfor t 
 ivbo pubiified fome very candid remarks on Mr, Pope's OdyJJey, 
 
 D 3 His 
 
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 His gen'rous breaft, nor envy fours, nor fpite, 
 
 Taught by his f founder's motto how to write, 
 
 Good manners guides his pen. Learn'd without pride, 
 
 In dubious points not forward to decide. 
 
 If here and there uncommon beauties rife, 
 
 From flow'r to flow'r he roves with glad furprife. 
 
 In failings no malignant pleafure takes, 
 
 Nor rudely triumphs over fmall miflakes. 
 
 No naufeous praife, no biting taunts offend, 
 
 W'expecT: a cenfor, and we find a friend. 
 
 Poets, improv'd by his correcting care, 
 
 Shall face their foes with more undaunted air, 
 
 Strip'd of their rags fhall like * Ulyffes fhine, 
 
 With more heroic port, and grace divine. 
 
 No pomp of learning, and no fund of fenfe, 
 
 Can e'er atone for loll benevolence. 
 
 May Wykeham's fons, who in each art excel, 
 
 And rival antient bards in writing well, 
 
 While from their bright examples taught they fing, 
 
 And emulate their flights with bolder wing, 
 
 From their own frailties learn the humbler part, 
 
 Mildly to judge in gentlenefs of heart. 
 
 Such critics (Ramfay ) jealous for our fame, p 
 
 Will not with malice infolently blame, > 
 
 But lur'd by praife the haggard mufe reclaim. «) 
 
 Retouch each line 'till all is jufr. and neat, 
 A whole of proper parts, a work almoft compleat. 
 
 •f IVilliam cflVykeham, ivhcje mstto was, Manners meketh man* 
 * Vid, Hm. 01 L, xxiv. 
 
 So 
 
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 So when fome beauteous dame, a reigning toarr, 
 The flow'r of Forth, and proud Edina's boait, 
 Stands at her toilet in her tartan plaid, 
 In all her richeft. head-geer trimly clad, 
 The curious hand-maid, with obfervant eye, 
 Corrects the fwelling hoop that hangs awry, 
 Thro' ev'ry plait her bufy fingers rove, 
 And now me plys below, and then above, 
 With pleafing tattle entertains the fair, 
 Each ribbon fmooths, adjufts each rambling hair, 
 Till the gay nymph in her full luftre mine, 
 And * Homer's Juno was not half fo fine. 
 
 Epijlle to a friend by the late WiLLlAM Ho GARTH, 
 occafiontd by a Picture's being returned on his hands by 
 Sir R. G. 
 
 TO your charge, the other day, 
 About my picture and my pay, 
 
 In metre I've a mind to try, 
 
 One word by way of a reply : 
 To rifque, you'll own, 'twas mod abfurd, 
 Such labour on a rich man's word; 
 To lofe at leaft an hundred days 
 Of certain gain, for doubtful praife; 
 Since living artifb ne'er were paid; 
 But then you know it was agreed, 
 I fhould be dcem'd an artift dead, 
 
 1 
 
 Vid, Horn. 11. L. xiv. 
 
 P 4 tike 
 
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 Like Raphael, Rubens, Guido, Rene; 
 
 This promife drew me fairly in, 
 
 And having laid my pencil by, 
 
 What painter was more dead than I ? 
 
 But dead as Guido let me be, 
 
 Then judge my friend 'twixt him and me. 
 
 If merit, crowns alike the piece,* 
 
 What treafon, to be like in price ? 
 
 Becaufe no copy'd line you trace, 
 
 No copy'd colouring, copy'd grace, 
 
 The picture can't be right you're fure ; 
 
 But fay, my critic connoifTeur, 
 
 Moves it the heart, as much or more. 
 
 Than picture ever did before ? 
 
 This is the painter's trueft teft, • 
 
 And this Sir R d's felf confeft. 
 
 Nay, 'tis [o moving, that the Knight 
 Can't even bear it in his fight ; 
 Then who would tears fo dearly buy, 
 As give four hundred pounds to cry ? 
 I own he chofe the prudent part, 
 Rather to break his word, than heart ; 
 And yet methinks 'tis ticklifh dealing, 
 With one fo delicate — in feeling. 
 However, let the picture ruft, 
 Perhaps time's price-enhancing dud, 
 As ftatues moulder into earth, 
 When I'm no more, may mark its worth ; 
 
 • Thepi&ure on the fame fubjeft fold at a faie for four hund; ed pounds. 
 
 And 
 
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 And future connoiffeurs may rife, 
 Honeft as ours, and full as wife, 
 To puff the piece and painter too, 
 And make me then what Guido's now. 
 
 The Old Man of VERONA. 
 
 By the Rev. J. Langhorne. 
 
 HAPPY the man, whofe life's whole fcene has laid 
 In the dear fields of his paternal home, 
 Leans on his ftaff, where once a child he play'd, 
 And counts long annals of one little dome. 
 
 He never, wandring, drank of ftreams unknown, 
 Nor bore the toils of Fortune's various war ; 
 
 He hears no temper's rage, no battle's groan, 
 Nor the wild clamours of the wrangling bar. 
 
 Stranger to bufinefs, and the town, though near. 
 
 O'er Heaven's clear vault he takes his vifual range, 
 Marks by its produce the revolving year, 
 
 Its fruits and flowers, the confuls of its change. 
 
 ' to 
 
 The fun that rifes o'er his eaftcrn plain, 
 
 Seeks o'er its weftcrn bounds his nightly fea ; 
 The day, thus meafui'd in his own domain, 
 
 Sinks in the fweet eafe of rufticity. 
 
 The 
 
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 The oak, that now its tall head proudly rears, 
 He well remembers once an humble fpray, 
 
 Counts o'er his long contemporary years, 
 And, like himfelf, beholds his groves decay. 
 
 Tho' near Verona, that he knows no more 
 
 Than Indians darkening in the fun's fierce flame -, 
 
 Tho' fame has told him of the Red Sea's fhore, 
 He thinks Benacus borders are the fame. 
 
 Yet health is his, the ftrong limb's finewy might, 
 Robuft he fees his third-defcending heirs : 
 
 In diftant climes let others take delight, 
 His, longer life, and longer journies theirs. 
 
 A TALE. 
 
 A Certain maid, too prudi/hly inclin'd, 
 Though not averfe to Hymen's band, 
 Propos'd, within herfelf, to find, 
 The moft complete of all mankind, 
 
 Ere fhe would give her hand. 
 He muft be handfome, witty, rich, and young, 
 Of gentle manners, and of graceful air, 
 
 Not over brown, nor over fair - y 
 One that knew when to fpeak or hold his tongue; 
 
 From evYy vice and folly free, 
 Nor jealous hot, nor cold indifferent be ; 
 
 Mark that ! 
 The Prude knew what ine would be at; 
 
 Now 
 
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 Now men of birth and rank^ and parts 
 
 Approach at beauty's call, 
 To make an offer of their hearts, 
 
 But {he defpis'd them all, 
 
 One had a fquint in his left eyo-> 
 
 Another's nofe was all awry; 
 This of every manly charm pofTefr, 
 But then, he ne'er had been in France\ 
 With fenfe and wit another bleft, 
 
 Could neither fmg nor dance: 
 'Twas this, 'twas that, 
 'Twas Lord knows what ! 
 For prudes are ever over nice, 
 Difdainful, formal, and precife. 
 Thefe gone, fome men of loivcr clafs, 
 
 Now proffer terms to wed, 
 Am I redue'd to fuch a pafs? 
 She cry'd, then fcrew'd her mouth ; and tofs'd her head j 
 
 To take up with each paultry fellow! 
 
 Thank heaven the fruit is not fo mellow ! 
 Who waits there ? John, how came this thing about? 
 The way thefe folks got in, pray fhew them out. 
 
 I am not quite fo defperate grown, 
 To gnaw my fheets becaufe I lay alone. 
 Thus glorying in her fcornful airs and pride, 
 Years flipt av/ay — and fhe not yet a bride ! 
 
 The plum began to lofe its bloom: 
 And now, with grief, (he fees each day, 
 A fmile, or grace Hill creep away, 
 And leave a wrinkle in its room, 
 
 Vainly 
 
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 Vainly her charms fhe {ludics to retain; 
 
 Paint, patches, and pomatums all are vain. 
 O time! th m greateir robber of all robbers! 
 What pity 'tis, there arc no beauty johbeis ! 
 A houje repaifd may look, as good as new; 
 
 But for afaccy 'twill never do. 
 
 Our prude began to vex, and fret ; 
 
 Her looking- glafs was ever faying, 
 
 What, don't you fee your charms decaying ? 
 
 Make hafle, or you'll no bufband get. 
 
 Complain'd flie us'd her beauty ill. 
 Do prudifn bofoms harbour then defires ' 
 Pure arc their thoughts, and barely warm their fires. 
 
 Of that you'll be convinced anon. 
 
 For now redue'd to her laft flake, 
 
 She was refolv'd a pufh to maV.-,-, 
 
 For what her heart was fet upen; 
 
 And fo for love, and virtue's fake, 
 
 She wedded with her Fcctmcn John. 
 Would you the fweetsof virtuous love enjoy ? 
 
 Young maids, for you I tell the talc, 
 
 Be not too yielding, nsr too coy, 
 
 Cupid is an unlucky boy, 
 
 A feather fomctimes turns the fcale. 
 
 Where age, and wealth, and humours fuit, 
 
 Let not a trifle raife difpute. 
 
 For fhe who is too hard to pleafe, 
 
 WiJJ run the rifk ( pray note it well ) 
 
 To live a maiden ail her days ; 
 And then lead 4pci in I 
 
 Vtrfts 
 

 Verfes faulto have been writUn by Lady B / L — t f 
 
 on feeing the Padlock * performed at JVejlon^ the feat of 
 Sir Henry Bridcman, ifor/. 
 
 IN Albion's Jfle, ere hoary time grew old, 
 The fairies wifh'd a midnight feafl to hold ; 
 A council calTd of elves and fairy fprites, 
 '] he gliding revellers of i'Lr-light nights : 
 The fubjecl ftrange requires a nice debate 
 To folve new doubts, and ev'ry caution fTate ; 
 Where they mould hold their gayly fportive rites, 
 Their fears all calm'd, the fairy queen invites ; 
 To Wefton's woods the bidden guefts repair, 
 Enchanting feat ! of all that's wifely fair. 
 The ruial fcene with wonder they revife, 
 Eclips'd by nought but fair Eliza's t eye.s ; 
 Her pleafing form, and gentle winning grace, 
 Breathe gay delight, ferene, o'er ev'ry place ; 
 Redundant fmiles her dimpled cheeks difplay, 
 And Ileal e'en envy's venom'd fhafts away. 
 Fairies and jealous mortals jointly own, 
 The rofe not half fo fragrant, newly blown ; 
 
 * Leonora, Mifs Pigott, ^ Daughters of 
 
 Mungt, Mifs Pigctt, £ Lord Pigot. 
 
 LcarJer, Majlcr Ker.ry Bri Jgman. 
 
 Vrjui'a, Mifs Siicgrr.an. 
 
 f L y B~—n. 
 
 That 
 
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 That Hybla's Tweets amidft her treffcs play ; 
 
 She foftcr, milder, Tweeter Tar than they. 
 
 The Tairy queen reluctant Teels her pow'r, 
 
 And fteals to reft beneath a hawthorn flowV : 
 
 Firft bids her train the Tair Eliza tend, 
 
 Guard o'er her charms, and to them aweful bend. 
 
 Pleas'd with the charge the blooming loves advance, 
 
 Thcv fing, they play, they weave the twining dance; 
 
 They firft relate Diego's ill-ftarr'd Tate, 
 
 In age lamenting Tor a youthTul mate. 
 
 Next they rehearTe the pangs oT Henry's love, 
 
 In ftrains as Tmooth as Cytherea's dove ; 
 
 Thou, lovely boy, no Tuture pain fhall own, O 
 
 Love's pointed arrow mail by thee be thrown f 
 
 And Leonora love but thee alone. 
 
 Aid me, ye nine, with fprightly lines to grace 
 The well-ilole looks oT Mungo's merry pace. 
 Nor let the careTul UrTula bemoan, 
 My lays requite all merit Tave her own. 
 You prov'd that nature yet could rival art, 
 For TenTe and judgment grae'd your perTecr. part. 
 Q beauteous maid, receive my humble pray'r ; 
 May Tate ftill mark you Tortunate as Tair: 
 .May you, in each new Tcene oT buTy life, 
 Play well the part oT daughter, mother, wITe ; 
 Receive th'applauTe your merits juflly claim, 
 And yield to none in virtue or in Tame. 
 In that firft page let PatihulPs Tyren Thine, 
 Her air prevailing, and her voice divine; 
 
 Her 
 
 
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 Her dulcet lays and warbling notes proclaim 
 Her blitheft Philomel of Wefton's plain. 
 May fairy powers thefe pleafing {trains requite, 
 Strew fragrant flowers and tend your flocks by night; 
 Shed o'er your virgin hours content and reft, 
 And chafe each aching forrow from your breafr. 
 
 The mafque was ended, and the bufy crew, 
 Eager of praifc, to fair Eliza flew. 
 With grace benign, to each fhe jufl: decrees 
 That with the wifli they gain'd the power to pleafe - y 
 That each to Mabone acorn-cup mould bear, 
 To prove their merit bore an equal {hare : 
 O'er the pale green they trip, and bounding {tray, 
 No fportive fawn fo innocent and gay ; 
 To the arch'd bower their acorn goblets bear, 
 And wake their Queen, new conquefts to declare, 
 Jocund me fprings, with joy their tribute views, 
 Fills them with aether and ambroiial dews ; 
 Then leads the feitive dance by Cynthia's light, 
 And by approving does their toils requite : 
 Quick o'er their eyelids fheds their languid juice,,. 
 Diitill'd from cowilips, forlov'd Oberon's ufe> 
 To balmy fleep they drop, by Mab infpir'd, 
 By all regretted, and by all admir'd. 
 
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 An EPISTLE. 
 Written from the Author to his Mistress. 
 
 YOU I love, my dcarefr. life, 
 More than Georgy loves his wife. 
 More than Miniftcrs to rule, 
 More than North to play the fool, 
 More than Nabobs love to rob, 
 More than Pitt to catch the mob, 
 More than Camden loves grimace, 
 More than Barrington his place, 
 More than Clive his black jagheer, 
 More than Bute the royal ear, 
 More than patriots love their price, 
 Mere than Fox loves cards and dice, 
 More than cits the court to fpite, 
 More than Townfhend not to fight, 
 More than Colebroke heaps of pelf, 
 More than Elliot leves himfelf, 
 More than Aldermen their gut, 
 More than Hillfborough to ftrut, 
 More than cullies love a jilt, 
 More than Grofvenor horns well gilt, 
 More than Dartmouth loves field preachers, 
 More than Huntingdon her teachers, 
 More than Carlifle thofe who cheat him, 
 More than Long Tom thofe who treat him, 
 More than Pomfret a lead mine, 
 More than Weymouth play and wine, 
 
 Moi 
 
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 More than fools at wits to nibble, 
 
 More than Walpole loves to fcribble, 
 
 More than Lyttelton to write, 
 
 More than black-legg'd March to bite, 
 
 More than country 'fquires their dogs, 
 
 More than Mawbey loves his hogs, 
 
 More than demi-reps a fpark, 
 
 More than Martin a fure mark, 
 
 More than Grafton loves his pimps, 
 
 Or the Devil loves his imps, 
 
 More than Tories love the Stuarts, 
 
 More than ftaunch Whigs love all true hearts. 
 
 Thus, my fair, I love you more 
 Than ever man lov'd maid before. 
 
 Prefent State «/ Great Britain' 
 
 By Samuel Johnson, L. L. D, 
 
 AThoufand horrid prodigies foretold it, 
 A feeble government, eluded laws, 
 A factious populace, luxurious nobles, 
 And all the maladies of finking ffotes. 
 
 The 
 
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 The following fix lines arc not infer ted in Mr. Churchill's 
 works, though well known to be written by him. 
 
 PROUD Buckingham, for law too mighty grown, 
 A patriot dagger prob'd, and from the throne 
 Sever'd it's minion. In fucceeding times, 
 May all thofe Fav'rites who adopt his crimes, 
 Partake his fate, and every Villiers feel, 
 The keen deep fearchings of a Felton's fteel. 
 
 IT was the favourite maxim of Brutus, u That thofe 
 who live in defiance of the laws, and cannot be 
 brought to a trial, ought to be taken off without a 
 trial." 
 
 Some time ago we had an account in the papers, of a pam- 
 pered horfe, who difturbed fome colonies of bees, and 
 overturned their hives ; in defence of which they furi- 
 oufly attacked him, and flung him to death -, which occa- 
 fioned the following li 
 
 •nes. 
 
 THAT man who would a tyrant be, 
 And ftrives in wretched chains to fee 
 The freeborn fubje&s of a ftate, 
 Should dread to meet this horfe's fate : 
 For his example plainly mows, 
 Ev'n little in feels can be foes ; 
 Whofe ftrength combin'd, v/ill far exceed 
 What's found in one of larger breed. 
 
 An 
 
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 An ufeful lefTon hence I draw, 
 To be obferved by each Bafhaw, 
 (Who vainly with his power fwells) 
 The grcateft ftrength in Union dwells. 
 When all opprefs'd, as one unite, 
 To vindicate their native right, 
 They'll eafily the means contrive, 
 To drive the fpoiler from the hive. 
 
 Lines on the three Chi?nney -/weepers, who having received 
 fix JJnllings, a half-crown, two /billings, and three 
 fixpcnces, for killing three dogs, in order to make a jujl 
 
 divifion, changed the whole into pence, and alternately 
 
 took a halfpenny each, 
 
 GO to the urchins with foot- blinded eyes, 
 Their ways confidcr, ftatefmen, and be wife. 
 Behold how juftly they difputes compofe, 
 Without e'en bloodmed from a bloody nofe ; 
 Whilft you, difputing how your rights to (hare, 
 " Cry havock, and let loofe the dogs of war." 
 Are hellifh battles fhun'd much better, then, 
 By imps of devils, than by fons of men ? 
 Why France, v/hy Britain, war ye in the Weft, 
 Whilft for a peace example frands confefr ? 
 One claims this province, and that diftricl: t'other, 
 But where the boundaries lie, creates a pother ; 
 The whole, to fmaller equal parts divide, 
 Then, like the urchins, your difputes decide; 
 
 E 2 Far- 
 
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 Farthings of land, like coin, in books we fee; 
 Pleafe acres better, acres let them be, 
 Be both the Generals, then, alternate takers 
 Of all thefe farthings, or of all thefe acres, 
 'Till of thefe acres and thefe farthings none 
 Are left to take — to quarrel for not one ; 
 Perhaps by fools they may in jokes be mauPd, 
 And both gilt Generals, copper Captains calFd ; 
 But by the wife, they both will be commended, 
 Who, like wife-acres, thus the war have ended. 
 
 EPITAPH. 
 
 H ERE lies honeft Ned, Becaufe he is dead; 
 If his mother had 'Twere as well, or all one; 
 gone, 
 Or if it had been his fifter, We fhould never have 
 
 mifs'd her ; 
 Or if it had been his bro- There is juftfuch another; 
 
 ther, 
 Or the whole generation, 'Twere better for the na- 
 tion : 
 But here lies honeft: Ned, So there's no more to be 
 
 faid. 
 
 The 
 
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 The CONVERTS: a familiar Ode . Addreffed tt 
 
 Sir G L , when Chan R of th 
 
 Ex R, in 1756. 
 
 I. 
 
 SIR G , put off that ftrange difguife, 
 What with your peruke's monftrous fize, 
 Your gown, and band, and purfe, 
 I fcarcely knew you ; in your drefs, 
 In credit too, perhaps, not lefs, 
 You're alter'd for the worfe. 
 
 II. 
 
 Had you a call? or was't a light 
 
 From Court, that fhone upon your fight, 
 
 Made you a politician : 
 Ordain d to teach and propagate 
 The doclrines, and the Creeds of State, 
 
 By Min—t / jnijfion ? 
 
 III. 
 
 Of taxes, your three children dear, 
 'Tis hard you only one can rear : 
 
 One in it's birth dy'd quickly, 
 The laft, which came before it's hour, 
 Tho' nurs'd by B d's changeling pow'r, 
 
 Is ftill lean, poor and fickly. 
 
 E 3 IV 
 
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 IV. 
 
 The former iffue of your brain, 
 Songs, eclogues, odes, a hopeful train, 
 
 Smii'd lovely at their birth ; 
 And now grown up, in credit thrive, 
 Still flourim, and will long furvive, 
 
 When you're laid low in earth. 
 
 V. 
 
 Had'fl thou not better, ftill have play'd, 
 With Hagley mufes in the fhade ? 
 
 They oft with rapture heard 
 Your younger voice in, in gladfome lays 
 Refounding matchlefs Delia's praife, 
 
 And blefs'd the tuneful bard. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Of you conceiv'd, they better hope, 
 Charm'd with the ftrain to Poyntz and Pope, 
 
 And pleas'd with letters Perfian : 
 But all in tears, alas ! they burfr, 
 And mourn that fatal hour, when firft 
 
 You meddl'd with convcrfion. 
 
 VII. 
 Converfion favour'd by the great, 
 Encourag'd both in church and ftate ; 
 
 How wifely, who can fay ? 
 For dealers in that fhifting trade, 
 Who their old friends have once betray'd, 
 
 May new ones too betray. 
 
 IX. 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 But whether converts, true or feign'cl, 
 Or place, or penfion, all have gain'd : 
 
 You know, Sir, there are many, 
 Who've ferv'd at leaf!: their private ends j 
 And inftances among your friends, 
 
 May do as well as any. 
 
 IX. 
 
 How many have, .like fawning Bower, 
 Of late renounced the Papal power, . 
 
 For George, our faith's defender? 
 An Englijli Bifiop,* Johnfon's made, 
 And Stone and Murray have betray'd, 
 
 The caufc of the Pretender. 
 
 X. 
 
 Old Horace too, believes or dreams, 
 'Tis right to forward treaty fchemes, 
 
 Converted by a Peerage j 
 An honour, fure, full dearly earn'-d, 
 To lick that hand, which overturn'd 
 
 His brother at the fteerage. 
 
 * Eifaop of Worcefter. 
 
 XL 
 
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 XI. 
 Now, whether Fox to Hardwicke grave, 
 Or he to Fox is turn'd a Have, 
 
 Let that ftill reft a doubt : 
 Both hate each other, yet agree, 
 'Tis better far, in place to be, 
 
 On any terms, than out. 
 
 xn. 
 
 You think fo too, then be tranjlated^ 
 I fear you'll elfe again be baited, 
 
 By wits and fneering fcoffers : 
 For quiet, and for falary fake , 
 You can't do better than retake, 
 
 The charge of houfhold coffers. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Your talent, not in figures lies, 
 Leave eftimates, accounts, fupplies, 
 
 Not worthy your regarding ; 
 To wifer heads, not his who rules 
 The Treafury, but his working tools, 
 
 Money-flaves, W 1 and H g, 
 
 XIV. 
 'Tis vain relying on his Grace, 
 Secure to keep you in this place, 
 Beyond his power and art is; 
 He, mounted up fohigh of late, 
 Is a meer fhuttle-cock of ftate, 
 Kept up by adverfe parties. 
 
 J Con- 
 
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 \A Constitutional and Political English Cate- 
 chism. Necejfary for all families, 
 
 Q. ITrHAT kind of people are the Englifh? 
 
 VV A. A nation generous, brave, free, rel- 
 iefs, and inconftant. 
 
 Q. Are they happy ? 
 
 A. Exceflively ; and moft fo when they think they 
 are on the brink of ruin. 
 
 Q. How do you clafs them ? 
 
 A. The moft general and natural divifion is, into 
 rich and poor, wife men and fools. 
 
 Q. Who are the rich ? 
 
 A. Bifhops, p ps, and j — ges, gamblers, quack- 
 
 do&ors, placemen, and phyficians; merchants, who 
 know when to break with judgment, fub-fheriffs, ftock^ 
 Jobbers, attornies, and mountebanks. 
 
 Q^ Who are the poor ? 
 
 A. The inferior clergy, moft of the nobility, all 
 the army (except one or two over-grown Generals) 
 
 fome of the r 1 family, tavern bullies, led coufina, 
 
 and every author in the nation. 
 Q^ Who arc the wife ? 
 
 A. Men whofc reafoning faculties are all concentred 
 in finding out the means to accomplifh the one thing 
 necefTary to fublunary felicity. 
 
 Q. What is that ? 
 
 fi. Making a foitune. 
 
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 Q. How is this done ? 
 
 A. It is ufually effected, either by preying in a 
 bare-faced legal manner on our fellow creatures, or by 
 filently taking advantage of their follies and weak- 
 nefTes. 
 
 Q. Who are thefe people ? 
 
 A. They may be comprifed in the following lift; 
 apothecaries, uferers, footmen in great families, coun- 
 cillors in good practice, Italian eunuchs, pawnbrokers, 
 nabob-hunters, bawds and toad-eaters. — Thefe are 
 the wife: they could not, with {trie! propriety, be 
 clafTed with the rich, becaufe they fometime (though 
 rarely) mifs of their end. 
 
 Q. Who are the fools ? 
 
 A. All thole who let love of pleafure, eafe, fame, 
 or literature, on any confideration, interfere with this 
 grand purfuit, viz. players, ladies of eafy virtue, 
 thoughtiefs rural fquires, prime minifters, virtuofi, 
 fchool-mafters, and projectors — All thefe are fools. 
 
 Q. Is England fertile in ftatefmen ? 
 
 A. No country more fo; they are as plenty as 
 maggots in a Chefhire cheefe, that has lain ten years a 
 mould ring. 
 
 Q. Where do they inhabit ? 
 
 A. In the day time behind a counter, in the even- 
 ing at a coffee-houfe, tavern, or ale-houfe. 
 
 Q^ Are there many patriots in England ? 
 
 A. Many pretended ones. 
 
 Q. How many real ones? 
 
 A. One in a century. 
 
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 Q. What are the qualifications requifite to confti- 
 tute a man a patriot ? 
 
 A. He mult be infolcnt without meafure, of a vo- 
 luble tongue, or ready at his pen, a bare-fae'd liar, a 
 man of abandoned principles, incapable of blufhing, 
 and, in fine, he muff, be proof againft any bribe — but 
 i a large one. 
 
 Q. Are there many feels in this country ? 
 
 A. Yes; Methodifts, Jews, Papifts, Quakers, 
 Atheifts, Hutchinfonians, Mahometans, Anabaptifts, 
 Prefbyterians, Free-thinkers, Deifts, and New- 
 Lights. 
 
 Q. What is the eftablifhed religion in England ? 
 
 A. Open infidelity. 
 
 Q. Do they worfhip no real or ideal being ? 
 
 A. Yes; they have two domeftic deities, to whom 
 they pay great honours, — thefe are fafhion and felf- 
 intereft. 
 
 Q. What is fafhion ? 
 
 A. An agreeable tyrant. 
 
 Q. What is its progrefs ? 
 
 A. It begins with the vain, is improved by the filly, 
 •and flops with the wife. 
 
 Q^ What does it regulate ? 
 
 A. The dreiTes of the ladies — the philofophical, 
 religious, and political tenets of the men — the hours 
 of meals, and the value of toys. It determines which 
 is the beft. ftage-dancer, the beft phyfician, the beft 
 millener, the molt eloquent divine, the'moft heavenly 
 
 opera, 
 
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 opera, the founder! lawyer, and the finer! woman of 
 pJeafure. Moreover, it regulates and fixes thetafte of 
 the town. 
 
 Q. What is the prefent tafte ? 
 
 A. It confifts in preferring kickfhaws to En^lifh beef 
 and pudding ; dying away at an Italian opera, or hav- 
 ing a capacity fufficiently enlarged and exalted to 
 catch in a fhort time the favourite airs of Artaxerxes, 
 or the Maid of the Mill. 
 Q. What is the constitution of England ? 
 
 A. It is not like wit, " a thing much talked of, 
 not to be defined ;*" — but it is like many other matters 
 a thing much talked of, and little underftood, 
 
 Q^ Are there any laws in this countr) ? 
 
 A. So many that they ferve to perplex one another. 
 
 Q^ Whom do they bind ? 
 
 A. The meaner fort. 
 
 Q. What good end do they anfwer? 
 
 A. They transfer, by a kind of magic charm, the 
 properties of weak, well-minded perfons to their own 
 members, emphatically ftiled the limbs of the law, who 
 make up about one fifth part of his Majefty's fubjecls. 
 Beficles which it allows particular privileges to parti- 
 cular perfons. 
 
 CK What are thofe privileges ? 
 
 A. To the elder fons of wealthy eftated men, the 
 privilege of being fools ; to young men of great fami- 
 lies, who have been fix months in the army, to com- 
 mand 
 
 * Vide Otwafs Venice Preferred, A3, I. 
 
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 mand old men who have been in it forty years; to pal- 
 try garret fcribblers, the privilege of railing at their Su- 
 periors; to old disappointed courtiers, the privilege of 
 condemning prefent meafures, whether right or wrong; 
 
 and to M — s of P , the privilege of not paying 
 
 their debts. 
 
 Q. What privileges doth cuflom allow ? 
 
 A. To fine women, the privilege of talking non- 
 fenfe; to favourite actors, the privilege of behaving in- 
 folently to the public ; and to dale maids, the privi- 
 lege of uttering nothing but fcandal. 
 
 Q. What is the army ? 
 
 A. Sometimes a fchool of good manners, but oftner 
 of vice and immorality. 
 
 Q. How do officers rife ? 
 
 A. By merit. 
 
 (^ How many different kinds of merit are there ? 
 
 A. Four: The firff. confifts in having a pretty large 
 fum at command ; the fecond, in being fon to a noble- 
 man in place ; the third, in marrying the b d or 
 
 wh re of a G 1 O— — r ; and the laft, in be- 
 ing a talebearer and lickfpittle to the C- 1 of the 
 
 x 1 one belongs to. 
 
 Q. What is the duty and bufinefs of an officer ? 
 
 A. In time of peace to faunter from tavern to ta- 
 vern, and from cofree-houfe to coffee-houfe ; from 
 court to the play, and from the play to the bagnio ; 
 from the bagnio to Vauxhall, thence to Ranelagh, 
 and from thence to Hyde Park, All thefe duties to be 
 
 performed 
 
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 performed in a red coat, with a ftioulder-knot and 
 cockade. 
 
 Q. What is his duty in time of war? 
 
 A. To be ready to go at a word to the freezing re- 
 £ion3 of Newfoundland or Hudfon's Bay, or to the 
 burning climes of Senegal or Grenada; and when 
 there (if ftill alive) for a certain daily ftipend, to 
 ftand patiently as a mark to be fhot at, till he is bid to 
 move, and then to kill as many people (whofe faces he 
 never law before) as he poflibly can. 
 
 Q. What is good-nature ? 
 
 A. Squandering one's fortune upon proftitutes, 
 hangers-on, gamblers, and intimate friends of half a 
 day's {landing, and finally reducing one's felf from a 
 ilate of eafe and affluence, to indigence and beggary. 
 
 Q. What is good fellowfhip? 
 
 A. Being drunk every night, and fhortening one's 
 little portion of life, at leaft a dozen years, by various 
 excefies. 
 
 Q^ What profit does it bring to a man? 
 
 A. He is called a jolly dog, and d — d honed fellow, 
 and has not the trouble of thinking. 
 
 Q^ What is politenefs ? 
 
 A. Swearing with a good grace ; never giving the lie ; 
 cuckolding one's moft intimate friend, and then killing 
 him fairly; forgetting one's old acquaintance, and 
 spending twice one's income. 
 
 Q^ What are the chief curiofities in England ? 
 
 A. It is a land fertile in wonders; the following,- 
 as they are mcft rare, are reckoned the moll cu- 
 rious. 
 
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 lious. — A modeft woman of quality, a primitive bifhop y 
 a real maid of five and twenty, an exciieman with a 
 confcience, an author with a iccond fuit of cloaths, 
 a N n of common fcnfe, a woman who has con- 
 tinued three months a widow, a theatrical hero of 
 modefty and (economy,, an attorney without a cloven 
 foot, and a man of parts, wit, and learning, with a 
 thoufand a year. 
 
 An cffay on Modern Eloquence and Patriotifm 
 
 I Saw, with pleafure, your fcheme of a Fugitive Mif- 
 cellany, a fcheme which will at all times be at- 
 tended with confequences of great public utility, but 
 is at this juncture moft particularly feafonable, when; 
 fo many excellent papers of public utility are loft, by- 
 there not having been any fcheme of prefervation of- 
 fered to the world : whenthe deplorable condition of our 
 country calls for the prefervation of the labours and 
 hints of all her honeft fons ; loaded with debt, labouring 
 under a fcarcity of all the neceftaries of life, diftracled 
 in our counfels, colonies difiatisfied, the mother-coun- 
 try provoked, forced into a mean compofition with an 
 over-grown, haughty, uncontroulable, ambitious mo- 
 nopoly ; but, what is ftill of greater confideration, we 
 are at the eve of a new Parliament, upon whofe wifdom 
 and integrity our only hope of relief does now feem to 
 reft ; two bad Kings in fucceilion have been generally- 
 looked upon, as equal to the ruin of a nation ; one 
 Parliament, where the folly and wickednefs of many- 
 are 
 
arc fuppofed to operate, have been always found fo ex- 
 tensively pernicious, as very ncarlv to accomplifh the 
 work: but the alarms given to liberty by fuch a Par- 
 liament, arc fo loud as fcldom to fail of awakening the 
 people; they determine to amend their choice of repre- 
 fentatives, the confeitution revives, and our laws are 
 reflorcd to their wonted vigour; thanks to the wife in- 
 fritutions of our anceftors, which have preferved the 
 power of frequently recurring to the collective body of 
 the people ; and to this grand reftorative of political 
 health, I flatter myfelf we (hall re fort, with fuccefs, in 
 onr prefent unhappy circumftances. 
 
 Out of feven millions of inhabitants in this king- 
 dom, there are not probably one hundred, w T hofe con- 
 duct has received its form from anything but example; 
 it is here, and not in an obfervance of nature, or a fub- 
 miflion to rcafon, that in every complexion of life, the 
 fprings of motion are placed : exempli v.on rations pivi- 
 mus, fays Seneca. And it is remarkable, that this 
 tendency in mankind is quite uninfluenced by a regard 
 to reward or punifhment, for the cottager is fure to ad- 
 mire, and would wifh to imitate, in his own little 
 fphere of action, fome illuitrious character, which he 
 has heard of from a news-paper, although he can never 
 hope to fee the original. And fo it is in matters of a 
 higher nature ; the feet of Zeno, though rejecting the 
 belief of the foul's immortality, did, notwithstanding, 
 hold up the example of the Deity as the pattern of their 
 Jives, and human nature was overftrained, by copying 
 
 the 
 
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 the divine one. It is therefore from an innate refpec~£ 
 for excellence, real or imaginary, that this propenfity 
 has arifen; we compliment ourfelves, at the fame time, 
 by fuppofing a capacity of refembling whatever has pre- 
 eminence, and afford no fmall gratification to cur indo- 
 lence, by avoiding the labour which muff, attend a tedious 
 inveffigationofthe nature and relations of things : in pri- 
 vate families we fee this rule almoft univerfally take 
 place, and happy would it be for nations, if the ufur- 
 pations of a few bad men, upon that fuperior import- 
 ance which is due to the Prince alone, did not take off 
 from the weight and imprefiion of his excellent exam- 
 ple: when an end fhall be put to that ufurpation, then, 
 and not till then, fhall we fee a virtuous people formed 
 by the model of a virtuous Prince. 
 
 But, Sir, as this idea of excellence acts fo power- 
 fully, there is nothing more our duty, than to ftrip a 
 character of any affumed worth, or unmerited diftinc- 
 tion; thefeare tributes to real virtue, and to that alone. 
 Attacks, therefore, made upon thefe impoftors fhould 
 not be looked upon as the language of calumny or ill- 
 nature, but bold and generous efforts to undeceive our 
 fellow fubjedls. Many are the evils which have been 
 produced in our nation, by the feveral patriot appari- 
 tions, which the good people of England have lately feen ; 
 and which, like other apparitions, upon a near approach, 
 vanifhed into air: ideal patriots have engroffed the whole 
 attention of the gazing multitude, and it is to them we 
 have learned to look up for every political blefling; this 
 madnefs has been epidemical, and a madnefs it mud be, for 
 although conftantly deceived, we (till continue to con- 
 
 F nde. 
 
[ 74 ] 
 
 fide. How have we admired a Walpole, whilft under 
 the perfecution of a Tory adminiftration? How reviled 
 and detefted that fame Walpole, when cheating us of 
 our 1 riennial Parliaments, and ready to deal the fatal 
 blow of. a General Excife, againft the almoft expiring 
 liberties of our country ? To our enthufiafm for pa- 
 triots was Pulteney indebted for his elevation to the 
 zenith of popularity ; by the ill-directed affections of 
 his fellow fubjects, were the avenues of crown-honours 
 opened to that fmooth-tongued,.mean-fpirited difTembler; 
 but he foon funk into a peerage, and became an object 
 of contempt. With a juft indignation againft every 
 fuch fucceeding impoftor, the people ftill looked out for 
 fome other champion of their liberties and rights, one 
 to whofe wifdom, powers, and integrity,, they might 
 commit the facred charge of their deareft concerns ; 
 they thought they had found him, they rejoiced; but 
 in him we have feen deception carrried to the higheft 
 pitch of which human nature is capable j in him has 
 impofture received its ultimate refinement - y bluftering 
 and fiery againft Walpole, he made, perhaps, as deep 
 impreflions by the terrors of his fv/ord, as the force of 
 his eloquence, the caution and timidity of thefe men, 
 with whom he contended, being convenient, and moft 
 exactly fuited to fuch a deportment. In the adminif- 
 tration of Pelham, our hero was placed, he was filenced, 
 he dreaded both the fpirit and the powerful family 
 connections of that minifter, for his quietnefs was. 
 not the effect of ambition fully gratified, or of fated 
 
 avarice, 
 
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 avarice, but the fear of receiving fuch controul, as might 
 lower him in the eyes of the multitude; and this is moft 
 evident, from his harfh treatment of the old D — of 
 
 N , when death had removed his brother, the only 
 
 obftruclor of his hopes and defigns ; fo that we beheld 
 him once more rifing into the regions of noife, again 
 he becomes clamorous, founds the alarm, gives fcope 
 to the native courage of his countrymen, and they con- 
 quer in every part of the habitable globe. But when 
 the wounds, which even the victorious muft receive, 
 called for the healing art of the able ftatefman ; when 
 the mattered frame of the Britifh conf! itution wanted 
 the repairing hand of the found and determined poli- 
 tician; when liberty drooped under the contagious blaffc 
 of Scottijh tyranny, where was this mighty braggard, 
 who had engaged himfelf to pluck up corruption by 
 the roots, and eftablifh adminiftration, upon the ftrong 
 bafis of popularity ? he fhrinks into an office of irrefpon- 
 fibility, feeling a decay of fpirit, having experienced 
 the petulance of the young and adventrous, in fome 
 late fkirmifnes, fearing to have that bully retorted upon 
 himfelf, which he fo often exerted againft grey hairs, 
 well knowing it may be done with impunity. He cau- 
 tioufly retires from that ftage, where he fo long fup- 
 ported a part perfectly agreeing with the amazing vcrfati- 
 lity of his genius and difpofition ; in fhort, like the fmall 
 theatrical idol of our age, he acted for the people whilft 
 it anfwered his convenience; but, puffed up with the 
 confeious pride of wealth, he now korns to appear, but 
 F 2 by 
 
[ 76 ] 
 
 by royal command, inverting hereby the Duke of Buck- 
 ingham's motto, for it is with him, Pro Republica fape 9 
 pro Rege femper. 
 
 But now, Sir, it is not refentment, indignation, or a 
 defire of fearching out another more honeft truftee for 
 the management of their concerns, that are feen to pof- 
 fefs the minds of our countrymen ; a fettled black de- 
 fpair has taken place, and an almoft total indifference 
 about public matters j being at length beat out of all 
 hopes or expectations of ever finding an honeft minifter, 
 {till, in imitation of their fuperiors, they have con- 
 tracted themfelves into narrow confiderations of felf 
 and! private intereft ; they conclude the love of our 
 country to be chimerical, ridiculous, and that, if it had 
 any foundation in nature, reafon, or religion, men of 
 the greateft abilities would not be feen to abufe it: this, 
 Sir, is the habit which the minds of the people do wear at 
 prefent; and inftead of cafting about for thofe who mould 
 fupport their caufe in the place of this recreant cham- 
 pion, they hug themfelves upon having difcovered the 
 fecret of political impofture j the conjuror's tricks are 
 all known, and obferving the extraordinary fuccefs 
 which has attended deceitful villainy in thofe of the 
 higher rank, they determine to be villains themfelves. 
 Newmarket, the nurfery of thieve?, and fharpers of 
 every clafs, did therefore flourifh this year with a moft 
 promifing bloom ; and languifhing and oppreffed as are 
 our trade and manufactures, under a fatal dearth, ftill 
 are there combinations formed for buying up provi- 
 
 fions, 
 
f 77 1 
 
 fions, that' we may be made to feel the accumulated' 
 evil of natural and artificial fcarcity ; and, indeed, the 
 fcandalous contention between the great, the low chi- 
 canery made ufe of to trick each other out of places of 
 profit, their want of morals, want of honour, want of 
 public fpirit, and what is worft of all, the notoriety of 
 thefe wants (for they do not wifh to conceal them) 
 furnifh the ufeful part of the community with the moft 
 cogent arguments in favour of fraud, of knavery, of 
 every fpecies of deception, in their refpeclive occupa- 
 tions and profeflions. 
 
 Be it, Sir, the bufinefs of thofe who mall co- 
 operate in any laudable fcheme of reformation, to de- 
 tect, to expofe, and lay open every corner of this ul- 
 cerated mafs of virulent corruption, and apply to every 
 part that remedy which each, according to his inter - 
 courfe with, and experience of the world, his educa- 
 tion, converfation, or profeflion, may think himfelf 
 capable of applying with fuccefs. I have already 
 remarked the great influence which characters of a 
 fuperior rank in life do in general pofTefs over the 
 minds of the lower orders of the community, and 
 fhail now take fome notice of the extreme admiration 
 which we particularly affix to that of an orator j a cha- 
 racter, fo far from ftarting up fpontaneoufly, and be- 
 ing the growth of every feffion, that it is mod 
 rare that a ftate, during its entire progrefs from its 
 rife to its difTolution, can produce one orator. It is 
 therefore the fhadow of eloquence we gape at, and 
 F 3 no.t 
 
[ 78 ] 
 
 not eloquence itfelf : one of the few orators that ever 
 exifted told us, difertos we cognojfe nonnullos, eloquent em 
 adhuc neminem. But fuch, Sir, is the high price of 
 eloquence at prefent, that any thing will go off ; for 
 is there a player to whom his theatrical toils have long 
 refufed the fcanty neceffaries of life, a fcribbler difcard- 
 ed by his bookfeller, a moon-frruck, half-bred foldier, 
 in whom a fruitlefs preparation for the ftage had railed 
 a maddening defire for tragic rant and declamation ; 
 they are all fure to be entertained by fome ftate mana- 
 ger, enter into prefent pay, and dine three times a 
 week with his Lordihip's own gentleman. This ad- 
 miration for any particular man, whom noife, ver- 
 bofity, and impudence have made notorious, mould 
 be laid afide, and our attention and efteem be divided 
 amongfl: fuch gentlemen in the legiflature as are 
 known to be pofTeffed of heads capable of difcerning 
 the real interefts of their country, and of hearts firm 
 and determined in the fupport of thefe interefls. It 
 will not, I hope, be afTerted, that gentlemen go into 
 an Houfe of Commons to be amufed with metaphors, 
 farcafms, repartees \ to hear characters torn to pieces, 
 or to give reins to their ill-nature, through the fpa- 
 cious regions of inveclive : that, Sir, is the fcene of 
 cool, impartial deliberation. Loud peals of laughter 
 at feeing men turned into ridicule by fuch as are much 
 fitter to be the light buffoons of a fummer theatre, than 
 the Reprefentatives of a great people ; noify acclama- 
 tions, upon the moil ferious occafions, bear dcwn the 
 
t 79 3 
 
 dignity of legiflative affcmblies, and are often the 
 means of preventing thofe of the beft fenfe and greateft 
 honefty from fupporting a due importance in pub- 
 lic debate, whilft the diverting hirelings mall uni- 
 verfally take the lead ; nor am I free from appre- 
 henfion that a portion of vanity may be mingled 
 amongft the caufes of filence in the former, a fear that 
 they mould not cut, what the vulgar are pleafcd to call, 
 a figure , when coming after fome long-winded, impu- 
 dent, noify harangue : taking the matter together, I 
 (hall not fcrupleto pronounce it a meannefs in thofe to 
 whom the people have committed the charge of their 
 affairs, never to interfere but by an Aye or a No, and 
 tamely give up to a few, perhaps a dozen at moil, the 
 entire difcunion of fubjecls which are the real concern 
 of at leaf! as many millions ; they ought, though not 
 formed upon the exact plan of modern eloquence, or 
 flrengthened by an effrontery which generally arifes 
 from defperation of circumfrances, or a total difre- 
 gard to character, when they do fpeak, I fay, they 
 fhould meet with the moft attentive regard, they mould 
 themfelves throw by their apprehenfions, exprefs their 
 thoughts with confidence, and adhere as clofely to 
 their opinions, when perfuaded of their rectitude, as if 
 they had the gift of thundering, aye, and of lightning 
 too, like a Pericles ; then, Sir, we mould have many 
 in whom we may fafely repofe, nor be filled with terror 
 and amazement at the death or defection of a fmgle pa- 
 triot, 
 
 F 4 lean- 
 
[ 8o ] 
 
 I cannot avoid to obferve, however great my venera- 
 tion for eloquence may be, that, in a corrupted ftate, it 
 is an inftrument which we mould not wifh to fee ed°;ed 
 with exceffive keennefs, becaufe it is moft likely to fall 
 into the hands of men who employ it in procuring 
 riches and power to themfelves, at the expence of ho- 
 nour, virtue, and of their country. What though 
 it has fometimes had the o-ood effect of roufino- into ac- 
 tion a fupine and luxurious people, yet we have fe'en it, 
 in cafes of the greateft emergency, impofe a fatal filence 
 upon the moft worthy members of the community, and 
 give up to avarice and rapine not only the fpoils of the 
 enemy, but the property of the public. The perfection 
 of eloquence, and the ruin of ftates, are never at any 
 great di fiance from each other ; the nearer to perfec- 
 tion any thing is, the greater the probability that a few 
 only can be pofTeiTed of it ; and it is better to fee that 
 which has fuch Sovereign power entirely banifhed from 
 a ftate, than exercifed by thofe who, being few in 
 number, as I faid before, are more likely to be cor- 
 rupted, who will exercife it to the moft vile and dan- 
 gerous purpofes, becaufe nothing is left to reftrain 
 them j .for it is moft certain, that eloquence cannot be 
 controuled by any thing but eloquence, 
 
 It would be tedious to enumerate the many unjuft de- 
 terminations, the efcapes of ftate criminals, which have 
 been caufed by an over-bearing eloquence amongft the 
 Romans : Muraena ftood charged with bribery and cor- 
 ruption in obtaining the Confulfhip ; he was profecuted 
 i>y Cato and Sulpicius, but fre was defended by Cicero; 
 
 tbt 
 
[ 8i ] 
 
 the charges of largition to the people, Tully could nei- 
 ther deny not juftify, but, with a palliation, fupported 
 by all the charms and power of words, he gives fuch a 
 grace, dignity, and magnificence to the generofity of 
 Muraena, that the exprefs letter of lav/ is ready to 
 give way, when, in reality, the whole fubftance of tbat 
 part of his defence relied upon this, that the Roman 
 people ivere fond of a good eledlion dinner, a puppet- 
 floeiv, and bull-baiting, and that therefore Murczna zvas 
 to be excufcd in having gratified them ; but when he 
 brings the fears and appreheniions of Cataline, whofe 
 confpiracy was not as yet broken ; when he brings 
 thefe to operate upon his judges, when he (hews them 
 rage in their camp, fear in their fen ate, faclion and dif- 
 cord in their forum, devaflation in their fields, and afks 
 them, if this be a feafon to deprive the commonwealth 
 of a Conful, whom he thinks capable of defending it, 
 the Calphurnian, and every other law is inftantly over- 
 thrown, and the guilty Muraena acquitted. The in- 
 fluence of this great orator, in matters of a more public 
 concern, has been alfo attended with confequcnccs moft 
 fatal to his country ; for with the greater! parts, with 
 the moft fublime genius, and an heart full fraught with 
 moft of the virtues of a patriot, the timidity of his na- 
 ture ftill magnified every danger, and always fought for 
 remedies difproportioned to the fize of the evil ; this 
 dictated that fulfome panegyric upon Pompey, in his 
 oration for the Manilian law, which procured him an 
 unconftitutional power in the common-wealth, robbed 
 
 Ivuculius 
 
[ 82 ] 
 
 Lucullus of the honour to which he had a juft right, of 
 finifhing the Mithridatic war, roufed the jealoufy of Cse i 
 far, and fowed the feeds of competition, which foon 
 put an end to Roman liberty. Did not the eloquence 
 of Pericles fill the Athenians, poflefled but of a fmall 
 barren territory, whofe citizens amounted but to 
 twenty thoufand at mod, with notions of being able to 
 conquer, not Greece alone, but the whole world ? 
 Did he not engage them in a v/ar with the richeft peo- 
 ple of Sicily, fupported by the forces of that ifland, 
 and a powerful confederacy of Greeks ? and was not 
 the event of that war lofs of empire and liberty to that 
 turbulent people ? Such are the evils which have 
 flowed from that irrefiftable eloquence which ad- 
 dreffes itfelf to the ungovernable paflions of mankind, 
 nor can a greater danger be imagined than what may 
 rife from a qualification vefted with fuch a power over 
 public meafures, and which mufl be in the poflefTion of 
 fo very few. But I cannot clofe this paragraph more 
 properly than with the words of Cicero, when writing 
 his cool fentiments at his defk, unbiafied by party, and 
 unheated by oppofition : Ego vero> fi velim, et nojh'te 
 eivitatis exemplis uti, et all arum plura proferre poffim, de- 
 trimenta publicis rebus , quam adjumenta^ per homines elo- 
 quentijjimos importata, L. I. de Orat. 
 
 Far be it from me to charge the prefent age with 
 the imputation of perfect eloquence : and, indeed, in 
 Parliaments duly returned, where the people are really 
 reprefented (as in the prefent auguft AfTembly) fuch 
 eloquence fhould have no admittance : an AfTembly 
 
 not 
 
[ 8 3 ] 
 
 not collective, where paflion is ever feen to predominate* 
 but reprefentative, where reafon is fuppofed to govern ; 
 where, from the happy choice of Members, none are 
 prefumed to fit, who can be driven by the wild gufl of 
 paflion, but led by the mild and fteady light of truth and 
 argument ; in our Affemblies, I fay, the ancient mode 
 of eloquence mould be utterly exploded, laughed at, 
 and delpifed, and yet, in Parliaments not long fince 
 ended, how have we feen the riling of fome who are 
 emphatically called fpeaktrs y attended by a murmur of 
 high expectation, and then an awful and reverential 
 filence eniues ; we liften to a fpeech of more than 
 three hours extent, a fpace which no human being 
 could ever fill with any matter deferving of our attention, 
 nor indeed can any one fubjecT: furnifh it ; ftill sre 
 thefe fpeeches regarded, they amufe, and amufeincnt is 
 the hobby-horfe of the times ; but the mifchief is, 
 that advantage gives way to pleafure, and thefe 
 diverting gentlemen fquander away that time which 
 others would employ to better purpofe, who are 
 afraid, as I faid before, to exhibit after thole whom they 
 have feen receive fo favourable a hearing : hence it is 
 that country gentlemen (a few Parliaments fince) were 
 not to be found in the Houfe : they were fuperfeded, if 
 I may fay fo, and the bufinefs of legiflature carried on 
 by deputation from fuch Lords, as having an influence 
 in boroughs, and I fear in counties, marked out fome 
 young men, whole poverty, impudence, and talent of 
 declamation, befpoke not only a clevemefs, but a hope- 
 ful 
 
[ 8 4 ] 
 
 ful turn to venality, brought them into the Houfe, and 
 to thefe were committed the commerce, the glory, the 
 conftitution of Great Britain : fuch a debafement of a 
 Britifh fenate I hope we fhall never again behold. A 
 Britifh fenate fhould be confidercd as the center, not of 
 its own empire alone, but, in fome degree, of the whole 
 world, there being no date upon the face of the earth 
 which may not mediately or immediately be made to 
 feel the influence of its councils ; its deliberations 
 therefore fhould be free and pure as virtue itfelf, the 
 minds of each Member unbiased, their opinions 
 never ftrained, open to conviction, directed by fixed 
 principles. Public good the fole object, all fpealc 
 from the heart, and vote from their judgment; but 
 how can this be the cafe, fhould one department of 
 this fenate be filled with underlings and fcvants from 
 the other ; how can the man who owes to another his 
 elevation to the refpeciable character of a legiflator, 
 prefume to fpeak any fentiments but thofe of his pa- 
 tron ? An obligation the more opprefiive, becaufe 
 none are inlifted in this fervice but the poor and indi- 
 gent : the man who has a fortune, which, though 
 fcantily, will notwithstanding furnifh out the decent 
 neceffaries of life, may look upon a recommendation to 
 a feat in the Houfe, as an act. of friendfhip ; though he 
 may fhew his gratitude to a beneficent friend, he is not 
 forced to bend to proflitution ; but he who fees himfelf 
 fuddenly raifed to a character of fuch conftitutional 
 dignity as a Britifh legiflator 3 feels himfelf overwhelmed 
 
 by 
 
[ «5 ] 
 
 by fuch a favour ; and for fo unexpected a bleffinc;, 
 what return fhould he make but implicit obedience, ab- 
 folute fubjecTtion, and pure adoration ? 
 
 EXTRACT from an OLD BOOK. 
 
 c \\7 E have, in thefe papers, proof to demonftra- 
 * * tion, that our Parliaments have done what 
 they fhould have left undone, and have left undone 
 what they mould have done : that to the calls of the 
 Crown they have always anfwered ; that to the cries of 
 the people they have been always deaf; that they have 
 purchafed on one hand only to fell on the other ; that 
 they have waved their privileges in compliment to the 
 prerogative, and put them to the ftretch to opprefs and 
 fubdue the fubject ; that inftead of redrefling griev- 
 ances, they have authorifed them ; that inftead of pro- 
 fecuting malefactors, they have (krecned them ; and, 
 that inftead of protecting and defending the rights of 
 their conftituents, they have pcrfidioufly betrayed 
 them. 
 
 " Hence it is manifeft, that the conftitution is every 
 where undermined, and at the firft found of the 
 trumpet, like the walls of Jericho, it will fink at once 
 like a heap of ruins. 
 
 " By the fame violence that one Parliament, chofen 
 but for three years, could prolong their own fitting for 
 /even, any other may prefume to render themfelvcs per- 
 petual. 
 
 " Expe- 
 
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 cc Experience mews us, that the writ of election to 
 a borough, and the conge d'ellre to a Dean and Chapter, 
 already operate in pretty much the fame manner : that 
 thofe in power are always fure of finding, or making a 
 majority in both Houfes. That the dictates of the 
 Privy Council, or Firfr. Minifter, are uniformly re- 
 ceived by that majority as laws. 
 
 " That the grand fecret of g 1 is to fleece 
 
 with one hand, and corrupt wich the other; and that 
 the fole relic of the peoples' power is the glorious privi- 
 lege to fell themfelves as often as they are favoured with 
 leave to make a new election. 
 
 u So fatally true is the maxim of that great ftatef- 
 man, Burleigh, " That England could never be un- 
 done but by a Parliament. " 
 
 ** In a word, fo great is the influence of the Crown 
 "become, fo fervile the fpirit of our grandees, and fo de- 
 praved the hearts of the people, that hope itfelf begins 
 to ficken ; and thofe who are difpofed to go farther! in 
 the caufe of the common-wealth, are on the point of 
 -crying out, 
 
 " If the people will he enjlav'd^ let them he enjlav'd /" 
 
 " Let it then be recollected, in this our day, that 
 'even the authority of Parliaments has a bound : that 
 they are not empowered to fell, but to ferve their confti- 
 tuents ; that whoever accepts of a truft, is anfwerable 
 for the exercife of it ; that if the Houfe of Commons 
 fhould make ever fo folemn a furrender of the public 
 liberties into any hand whatfoever, that furrender would 
 
 be 
 
[ 8 7 ] 
 
 be ipfo fatlo void : that if the people have reafon to ap- 
 prehend any fuch confpiracy againit them, they have a 
 right not only to put in their proteft, but to renounce 
 the deed, and to refufe obedience : that in fuch a cafe 
 the delegation they had made would be diflblved. 
 
 " That, confequently, all authority would return 
 into the hands of thofe who gave it ; and with one 
 united voice they might call on the prerogative to do 
 themjuftice, by difmiiiing fuch unfaithful fervants, and 
 enabling them to make a new choice. Which God of 
 his infinite mercy grant." 
 
 HILARY TERM, 1766. P verfus C, in the 
 Common-Pleas. 
 
 TW O minifters in the republic of letters, 
 Had a quarrel, as oft is the cafe of their betters : 
 They did not, like mortals, decide it with fwords, 
 But refted their caufe on the power of words. 
 Squire P was the Plaintiff, lady C the defendant, 
 The Point of Precedence the Caufe then dependant ; 
 And I was appointed the Judge, I affure ye \ 
 One-and-twenty remain'd*, which made up the Grand 
 
 Jury. 
 All matters adjuited, at length came the day, 
 When 'fquireP thus Politely ProPounded his Plea : 
 
 That I ever was found in Contention till now 
 My bitterefl enemy dare not avow : 
 
 * Of the alphabet. 
 
 if 
 
[ S8 ] 
 
 If of this my opponent be equally Clear, 
 
 May hereaftei at large, and more fully appear. 
 
 When the kingdom of letters firft appeared on the ftage, 
 
 By fome fuppos'd Prior to the fam'd golden age, 
 
 I then was appointed to, indeed, a low ftation, 
 
 But I refted well Pleas'd with the good of the nation : 
 
 The Poft then affign'd me I've held to this day, 
 
 And fill'd it with honour, I'll venture to fay. 
 
 And here let me hope that it will not difpleafe, 
 
 In fo weighty a matter, if I found my own Praife : 
 
 Had I ever deferted or quitted my Poft, 
 
 Muft not every thing Precious have ftraightway been 
 
 loft; 
 Would your Parliament, Privilege, Property, Power, 
 Depriv'd of my aid, fubfift for one hour ? 
 Your Peers and ycur People depend upon me, 
 And a Prince is no Prince if depriv'd of a P. 
 Thus true to my truft, I Performed my duty, 
 And no one will fay that I have not been true t'you. 
 
 But now to the fubjecl: of this day's debate 
 
 A new member has lately Crept into the fhte, 
 And takes way of the moft of the Primaeval letters *. 
 Tho' their ages alone will prove 'em her betters : 
 An upftart fhe is, no one knows whence fhe Came, 
 Nor Hebrews nor Greeks \ ever heard of her name. 
 Uninvited fhe comes, none her aid did implore, 
 We may want it as well as for ages before ; 
 
 * Lady C holds the third place in the alphabet. 
 T There is no l&tter C in Creek or Hebrew. 
 
 'Twere 
 
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 ^Twere eafy to prove beyond difputation, 
 She's unfit to refide in a civiliz'd nation : 
 Of ev'ry Cabal (he's the firft grand promoter, 
 No Capital Crimes are Committed without her. 
 But I trefpafs too long, fo with humble fubmiflion, 
 To this worfhipful bench I prefer this Petition ; — 
 That this new lady C, who appeared but of late, 
 Be from henceforth for ever expel] 'd from our ftate -, 
 Or if you're difpos'd to mew Pity unto her, 
 And continue her ftill, let her fit next the door ; 
 At lead, let her fit on a feat below me, 
 And always give Place to Petitioner P. 
 
 Lady C now arofe, and with deliberation, 
 Thus ftrove to Confute this grand accufation. 
 
 I fhall not begin, as is done now-a-days, 
 To PulPit in Public my own Private Praife ; 
 Nor fhall Paflion Provoke me to ferve my own ends, 
 By Proclaiming aloud the faults of my friends. 
 I'm accus'd to this Court as an upftart intruder, 
 Uninvited, unwanted, and what is ftill ruder, — • 
 Of Capital Crimes, Cabals, and what not ; 
 Tho' this Court are all Confcious I was ne'er in a plot. 
 Of a bill of exclufion I'm no Way afraid, 
 For there's none of you all but at times want my aid. 
 And as to degrading, I humbly fubmit, 
 To whatever this worfhipful Court fhall think fit : 
 Yet I hope you'll Confirm me in the feat that I fit on; 
 My rank is ftill higher * at the Court of Great Britain : 
 
 * Charlotte, Queen. 
 
 G There 
 
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 There unrival'd I {fond, and give place unto none 
 But the Monarch (God blefs him) who fits on the 
 
 throne. 
 Tho' thus highly exalted, to all I appeal, 
 If by Pride I e'er injur'd our great Commonweal ; 
 To which of you have I Precedence deny'd, 
 For the good of the Public was always my guide. 
 I march in the front when the Cafe demands Care, 
 In dang'rous emergenCe I'm feen in the rear : 
 To none of you all was my aid e'er refus'd, 
 Not even to him by whom I'm accus'd : 
 The PerfeCtion he boafts of, whate'er his conceit, 
 Without my ConCurrenCe Can ne'er be Compleat : 
 But to you, Confcript fathers, my Caufe I Commend — 
 Then Curtfy'd Compos'dly, and fo made an end. 
 
 Both Parties were now order'd out of the Place, 
 'Till the judge and the jury Confider'd the Cafe ; 
 True ftatefmen they were ; the Chief Point in debate 
 Was to end the difpute without hurting the fTate. 
 
 After Pros and Cons many, rofe W the fage, 
 For Wifdom and Worth the delight of the age ; 
 And mov'd that 'fquire P mould withdraw his Petition, 
 And join lady C in a new Coalition : 
 That all former quarrels be now laid afide, 
 And the Parties advis'd to be clofely aliy'd : 
 That the benefits which from this union would fpring, 
 Muft make it to all a delirable thing. 
 
 To this prudent motion the afiembly agree, 
 And the Parties being Call'd, they are told the decree, 
 
 They 
 
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 They both by their looks appear well content ; 
 So P made Propofals, and C gave Confent. 
 
 Thus ended at length this troublefome Caufe, 
 And thro' the whole Court rung a buz of applaufe ; 
 The genius of letters flood invifibly by 
 And joyfully help'd to make one in the cry : 
 " May the hands ne'er divide which this day have been 
 
 plighted, 
 " May the P's and the C's be for ever united." 
 
 But here, left the witlings miftake what I mean, 
 And give to my lines a Conftru&ion obfcene ; 
 Give me leave to explain them, and fhew how they're 
 
 bit — 
 For C ftands for Chatham, and P ftands for Pitt. 
 
 ODE at the Encoenia, held at Oxford, July 1773, 
 
 for the Reception of the Right Hon. Frederick Lord 
 
 North, Chancellor of the Univerfity : Written hy 
 
 Dr. Wheeler, Profejfor of Poetry % and fet to Mufic 
 
 by Dr. Hayes. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 DAUGHTERS of Beauty, who enraptur'd haii 
 The Virgin Quire, in that romantic Vale 
 Where Ills down her green-enamel'd edge 
 Glides in foft eddies o'er the waving fedgej 
 And Cherwell from hisofier'd bed 
 Oft hears the fairies' printlefs tread, 
 
 G 2 When 
 
I 92 ] 
 
 When mifty night with filent pace 
 Steals gradual o'er their circling chace : 
 Ami You, illuftrious Chiefs, who glow 
 With ardor for your country's weal 
 Yet, 'mid the call of patriot zeal, 
 At Phoebus' fhrine with tranfport bow : 
 A 1 R. 
 From bufy fcenes to thefe embower'd retreats 
 Your ftep aufpicious mitred Sheldon greets ;. 
 While Peace, attendant at her hallow'd fane, 
 Parent of Science, fwells your folemn train. 
 
 Recitative. 
 Mark, where the fiend of War, on havock bent, 
 
 Gigantic ranges o'er Moldavia's land, 
 And Warfaw's fons, by feuds remorfelefs rent, 
 
 Reluctant own the Victor's ftern command ! 
 Hefperia views the gathering cloud 
 
 From Gallia rife, and lowering Spain ; 
 While floating bulwarks with their thunders loud 
 
 Affright the Naiads of th' Egean main. 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 Britannia fits inthron'd in awful {late, 
 
 Sole Arbitrefs ferene ; " and what fhe wills, is Fate.'* 
 
 Air. 
 Heroes in the ghaftly fight 
 
 Vainly vaunt atchievements brave ; 
 Check, O check your lawlefs might ! 
 Valour conquers but to fave. 
 
 Hap^ 
 
[ 93 ] 
 
 Happier they, whom Wifdom's lore 
 Prompts to frame the focial plan ; 
 
 Fraught with Science' richeft (lore, 
 Skiil'd to blefs and perfect man. 
 
 Da Capo, 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 What martial fons, once proud of thy beheft, 
 
 O Rhedycina, blazon wide the page 
 By Memory mark'd ! full many a royal gueft 
 Here mus'd attentive to the hoary Sage. 
 Lion-hearted Richard's fpear 
 
 Glitter'd ftrft in * Beaumont's fhade j 
 Here he couch'd his lance, and here 
 Panted for the bold Crufade. 
 Henry f, thunder-bolt of war, 
 Here plan'd his hardieft deeds ; here learnt to wield 
 
 His maiden fword, and hurl the marly bar j 
 Here grafp the mimic fhield. 
 
 Recitative, 
 
 Enough, heroic fouls, of cruel fight ; 
 
 Forgive, if milder arms invite 
 
 The grateful Mufe for focial worth to twine 
 
 The wreath of Honour fnatch'd from Virtue's fhrine, 
 
 * Near Worcefter college ; once a feat of Hen, II. 
 f Hen. V. educated at Queen's college. 
 
 G 3 SYM* 
 
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 SYMPHONY- 
 Recitative. 
 Heard ye, while echoing from yon azure fphere 
 Prophetic accents {truck th' aftonifh'd ear ? 
 
 Air. 
 
 I fee the fovereign form defcend 
 
 And wrapt in ftole majeftic downward bend. 
 
 Recitative. 
 Britons, if ought ye boaft of CrefTy's field, 
 
 Accompanied. 
 Where many a crimfon'd helm and batter'd fhield. 
 By delving plowman turn'd, recals the name 
 Of Edward, high enroll' d by deathlefs Fame; 
 
 That praife be mine. But better far 
 The peaceful fway, than.fpoils of favage war 
 To Me, or Bolingbroke's undaunted fon, 
 On Poiclou's tented plains by valour won. 
 With crouded canvas wing'd, 'tis your's to fweep 
 Golconda's fhores, and darken all the deep. 
 
 A I R. 
 
 But ftay, you bold ad venturers flay ; 
 Nor, blithfome o'er the briny furge, 
 With mad'ning fpeed mifguided urge 
 
 To pearly Ind' your heedlefs way. 
 
 What 
 
[ 95 ] 
 
 What boots it that my Edward led 
 
 In Freedom's caufe his eager van j 
 
 If you, relentlefs foes to man, 
 O'er fruitful climes dire famine fpread ? 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 Yet haply (hall a Brunfwick's rule benign, 
 By fapience counfel'd prune your daring wing, 
 
 And diftant tribes with hafte confign 
 Their wav'ring homage to a guardian King. 
 Afia, no more thy guiltlefs natives mild, 
 
 Bv ruthlefs hand defpoil'd, 
 Frantic their fabled Genii fhall invoke 
 With wizard rites, and curie their galling yoke. 
 
 A I r. 
 
 Ye chiefs, who near your Liege's throne 
 
 Attendant, hold the helm of (late ; 
 As Edward's tilting Barons flione 
 In royal Windfor's trophied gate ; 
 O think, while on yourpuiilant thigh 
 The myftic garter firm you bind, 
 From that quaint badge what lefibns high 
 Reflecting warm each op'ning mind. 
 The generous youths near Ifis' ftream, 
 Who joyous hail a Sovereign's choice, 
 
 Crown'd by Rhedycina's voice, 
 With rival ardor catch th' inftruc'tive tlu 
 
 G 4 ReO| 
 
[ 96 ] 
 
 Recitative Accompanied. 
 " Goodnefs, deck'd with glory, wide 
 
 " Darts her luftre, heav'nly bright ; 
 " Fame, to Virtue unally'd, 
 
 " Shines — the meteor of a night." 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 The generous youths near Ifis' ftream, 
 Who joyous hail a Sovereign's choice, 
 
 Crown'd by Rhedycina's voice, 
 With rival ardor catch th' inftructive theme. 
 
 ODE, as it ought to have been performed at the 
 Encoenia held at Oxford, July 1773. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 SONS of Corruption, who obedient hail 
 The Treafury bench, in that frequented vale 
 Where Thames in curling eddies gently glides, 
 
 And W 1 — ne has oft cbang'd fides ; 
 
 Where drunken watchmen in the ftreet, 
 
 Hear the prowling harlot's feet, 
 
 When mifty night with fijent pace, 
 
 Steals gradual o'er the wanton chace ; 
 
 And you, degenerate Peers, who glow 
 
 With ardour for the Privy Seal, 
 
 Yet 'mid the calls of venal zeal, 
 At Dulnefs' fhrine with reverence bow. 
 
 AjR 
 
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 A I R. 
 
 £ rom fcenes at court, to thefe once Jearn'd retreats, 
 Your fteps aufpicious Dr. W r greets, 
 
 While Sleep, attendant at her drowfy fane, 
 Parent of eafe, envelopes all your train. 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 Mark where the Gold Coin Act, on havock bent, 
 
 Gigantic rages over Britain's land ; 
 And Liverymen by feuds internal rent, 
 
 Reluctant own a T d's flern command. 
 
 M r beholds the gathering cloud 
 
 From S h rife, and dreads the cod ; 
 
 While cruel Juries, with their thunders loud, 
 Affright the Printer of each Evening jfoft, 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 See M d fits enthron'd in dreadful ftate, 
 
 Sole arbiter fupreme, " and what he wills is fate." 
 
 A I R. 
 " Scotchmen in St. George's fight," 
 
 Vainly vaunt atchievements brave ; 
 Check, O check your lawlefs might, 
 
 Oh flop ! a Father's darling fave. 
 Happier W. s, whom Wifdom's lore 
 
 Prompts to frame th' avenging plan, 
 Fraught with Freedom's richeft (lore, 
 
 j&kill'd to fave a finking land. 
 
 Recl 
 
[ 9« 3 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 What Tons regardlefs of thy wife beheft, 
 
 O Rhedycina, now difgrace the age 
 By treach'ry mark'd ! full many a recreant gueft 
 
 Here loung'd, regardlefs of the hoary fage. 
 Chicken-hearted N h, they fay, 
 
 Canted nrft in Beaumont's fhade ; 
 Here he ftudied tricks to play, 
 
 Here his fchemes for lotteries laid. 
 
 F , the thunder-bolt of vice, 
 
 Hereplan'd his hardier! deeds; here learnt to fhake 
 The rattling -box, to hurl the loaded dice, 
 And feize the forfeit flake. 
 
 Recitative. 
 But hence, ye fouls, abandon'd ! quit my fight ! 
 
 More generous noble deeds invite ; 
 Th' admiring mufe for Patriot Worth to twine, 
 The wreath of honour, fnatch'd from Virtue's fhrine. 
 
 Symphony Recitative. 
 Heard ye, v/hile echoing from yon azure fphere, 
 Prophetic accents {truck th' aftonim'd ear ? 
 
 A I R. 
 I fee the fovereign form defcend, 
 And wrapt in ftole majeftic, downward bend. 
 
 Recitative Accompanied. 
 Britcns, if aught ye boafr. of Nafeby's field, 
 
 Where manv a crimfon'd helm, and batter'd fhield, 
 
 By 
 
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 By delving plowmen turn'd, recals the name 
 Of Cromwell, high enroll'd by dcathlefs fame. 
 That praife be mine j and better far 
 Such glorious ftruggles, than a cruel war 
 On Caribbs wag'd, by Guildford's wily fon, 
 On Vincent's burning plains, by treachery won. 
 With crowded canvas wing'd, 'tis yours to fweep 
 Golconda's fhores, and darken all the deep. 
 
 A I R. 
 
 But ftay, " ye bold ufurpers," flay, 
 
 Nor lawlefs o'er the briny furge, 
 With impious fpeed rapacious urge, 
 
 To charter'd Ind' your daring way. 
 What boots it that my W- m led, 
 
 Againft defpotic power, his eager van, 
 If you, relentlefs foes to man, 
 
 O'er every right your (hackles fpread ? 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 What ! fhall a Br k's rule benign, 
 
 By traitors counfell'd, prune fair Freedom's wing. 
 
 And diflant tribes to N ccnfig-n ? 
 
 Is this the duty of a Britim ? 
 
 Afia, behold ! thy guiltlefs natives mild, 
 By M 1 hands defpoil'd ; 
 
 Frantic their feeble Genii fhall invoke 
 
 With wizard rites, and curfe " their galling yoke." 
 
 Air 
 
[ IOO ] 
 
 Air. v 
 
 Vipers, who near your liege's throne 
 
 Attendant, feize the helm of ftate 
 
 (How different Edward's barons (hone, 
 
 In royal Windfor's trophied gate ! ) 
 
 Each morning when around your thigh 
 
 * The worried garter clofe you bind, 
 
 " Think of a rope, and gallows high." 
 f Let them fit heavy on each mind. 
 The generous youths near Ills' ftream, 
 
 Who daily mourn their S n's choice, 
 
 Crown'd by Rhedyoina's voice, 
 
 With longing ardour hear the pleafing theme. 
 
 Recitative Accompanied, 
 
 W s, whom H 'C fo much bely'd, 
 
 Will (hine in Englifh annals bright, 
 
 At Tyburn N- with halter ty'd, 
 
 Soon will fink in endlefs night. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 The generous youths, near Ifis ftream, 
 
 Who daily mourn their S n's choice, 
 
 Crown'd by Rhedycina' voice, 
 With longing ardour hear the pleafing theme. 
 
 * Tbis muft have been the poet's original idea, for the Garter 
 peculiar to the Order of St. George is worn below the knee, and not 
 " round the puiffant thigh." 
 t Let me fit hea^y on thy foul to morrow. 
 
 Shakefpear's Richard III. 
 
 An 
 
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 An ODE 
 
 On a Bachelors Meeting at Cambridge. 
 A Parody on Dryden's Ode. 
 
 By a Gentleman of Oxford, 
 
 I. 
 
 y T^ WAS at the royal feaft for won degrees 
 JL By Alma Mater's darling fons of eafe - y 
 
 Aloft in elbow chair 
 Their Prefident they rear 
 
 Omnipotently great : 
 The mirthful crew were plac'd around ; 
 Each eafy face with carelefs pleafures crown'd. 
 
 Thus recent Bachelors are found : 
 Bacchus, dominion's fecond wand 
 (Bacchus and all went hand in hand) 
 Receiv'd ; and downwards took his ftand. 
 Happy, happy, free from care ! 
 None but the gay, 
 None but the gay, 
 None but the gay fuch pleafures dare. 
 
 II. 
 
 Brifk waiters all around 
 
 Removing quick the crumbs. 
 
 With 
 
[ 102 ] 
 
 With heels mercurial flrim the ground : 
 The cuftards fly ; the bottle comes, 
 And heav'nly joy infpires. 
 The feafr. began from love, 
 Who leaving blifsful feats above, 
 Taught man immortal joys to prove : 
 No fiery form the gojddefs bore j 
 No grim unnatural vifor wore : 
 
 She made great Jove Olympia's gueft, 
 And foon he fought her fnowy breaft ; 
 Then round her {lender waift he curl'd, 
 There ftampt an image of himfelf, a Sov'reign of the 
 
 world. 
 Each ample goblet with arofeis crown'd : 
 Sweet heav'n-born Venus loud, they fhout around, 
 Sweet heav'n-born Venus loud the roofs rebound. 
 With raptur'd eyes 
 Great Praefes fpies 
 Each finim'd glafs, 
 Each bottle pafc, 
 New genVous cafkets rife. 
 
 III. 
 
 The praife of much-fam'd Punch great Bacchus fung ; 
 
 Of Punch all-pow'rful, flout, and ftrong : 
 The foaming bowl in triumph comes ; 
 Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ; 
 
 Elate in filver Pride, 
 
 High rolls his threat'ning tide ; 
 
 Give 
 
[ i°3 ] 
 
 Give each encount'rer breath ; he comes, he comes ! 
 Vacuna, lov'd of all mankind, 
 Drinking joys did firft ordain ; 
 Freedom's bleffings are a treafure, 
 Drinking is the Graduates pleafure, 
 Rich the treafure, 
 Sweet the pleafure, 
 Sweet is pleafure after pain. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Big with their prefent (late the crew grows vain ; 
 Burn their dry ftudied parchments o'er again, 
 And thrice 'gainft rules and fyftems roar amain. 
 
 * The Father faw the madnefs rife, 
 
 Their glowing cheeks, their ardent eyes ; 
 
 And whilft they heav'n and earth defy'd, 
 
 Shew'd his fcroll, and check'd their pride. 
 
 High by the Prefident he fate 
 
 Big with the lift of fate : 
 
 He fung a braggart vainly proud, 
 
 By too fevere a fate, 
 
 Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, 
 
 Fallen from his high eftate, 
 
 And humbled in the crowd ; 
 
 Deferted at his utmoft need, 
 
 All his boafled knowledge fled : 
 
 * The Father is a College Officer, who attend; the meeting, and 
 acquaints them withtheir different degrees, 
 
 Now 
 
[ 104 ] 
 
 Now on the fecond Tripos laid, 
 
 No power could raife his burthen'd head. 
 With downcaft looks the filenc'd vaunter fate, 
 
 Revolving in his alter'd foul 
 The fchemes on which he had been fed ; 
 
 And now a curfe in fecret ftole, 
 And fhook his empty head. 
 
 V. 
 
 The feeling fathers griev'd to fee 
 
 Bad luck brought on the next degree. 
 
 He will'd the killing found to check, 
 
 And pity mov'd him thus to fpeak : 
 
 Gently dull in lengthen'd numbers, 
 
 Thus he footh'd his foul toflumbers. 
 
 Vainly dull are * fophifh troubles ; 
 
 Honours are but empty bubbles ; 
 
 Ceafing, foon as they're beginning, 
 
 Study's all our eafe deftroying : 
 
 Happier days thou haft been winning, 
 
 Think, then think them worth enjoying. 
 The mighty bottle {lands befide thee, 
 Take the good the gods provide thee. 
 
 The many rend the fkies with loud applaufe ; 
 
 But Bacchus could alone diffolvethe caufe. 
 The youth difdaining to reveal his pain, 
 Plied hard the bowl 
 That eafed his foul, 
 
 * A Soph is a man who wants but ore year of being a Bachelor. 
 
 And 
 
And fill'd and drank, fill'd and drank, 
 
 Fill'd and drank, and fill'd again ; 
 At length in feas of mighty liquors drown'd, 
 He droop'd his o'ercharg'd head, and kifs'd the ground* 
 
 VI. 
 
 Produce the fatal fcroll again : 
 But now produce a happier ftrain. 
 Salute the youth who fits befide him, 
 A * Wrangler's wreath the gods provide him. 
 Hark, hark, the envy'd found 
 Has raifed up his head 
 Who fo lately was dead, 
 And amazed he flares round. 
 Revenge, revenge, he trembling cries, 
 Sec the fhatter'd glafs flies ; 
 Hear his blafphemous prayers ; 
 Hear his threats — his defpairs 5 
 See the fparkles that flam from his eyes ? 
 Behold he rends his band, 
 Takes a glafs in his hand. 
 This is his ghoft, whom the Pro£tors had flain 3 
 And whofe f groats {till remain 
 In clutches profane. 
 
 * The twelve firft Bachelors are called Wranglers. 
 
 f Every man, upon being admitted a member of the Univtrfity, 
 depofits 3s. 4d. which is called his groats j and if upon taking his 
 degrees, he is found to be extremely ignorant, thefe groats are not 
 returned, 
 
 H Nor 
 
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 Now yc valiant bands, 
 
 Seize him — hold back his hands ! 
 Behold how he toffes the bottles on high, 
 
 How he aims at whom Fortune had fed, 
 And laurel'd temples of the Wrangler's head. 
 The bowl's ample form he in vain ftrives to weildj 
 Stout Bacchus oppofes his dazzling fhield ; 
 
 The way great Praefes led, 
 
 To light him to his bed, 
 Whilft fix fam'd champions bear him off the field. 
 
 TJ?e following Epitaph was infcribed by Lord 
 
 on a marble Pillar erecled to the memory of a fa- 
 vourite Italian Greyhound, which died at his Lord- 
 Jhip's houfe in town, and was fent down in a tnarble 
 coffin, in a hearfe and fix, to be interred in his 
 Lordjhifs Park, 
 
 QlSTE Viator! 
 Nee mirare fupremo efferri honore 
 
 Extinctum Catulum. 
 
 Sed qualem ! quern, forma infignis, 
 
 Niveufque candor, 
 
 Amor, obfequium, fides 
 
 Domini delicias facere, 
 
 Cujus lateri adhasfit 
 
 Conviva afliduus, fociufque tori. 
 
 Mo 
 
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 Illo comite, vis animi herilis delaflata, 
 
 Ingenium, mentemque horam fumebat. 
 
 Iflis pro mentis 
 
 Non ingratus herus 
 
 Marmorea hac urna 
 
 Mortuum defiens locavit. 
 
 On another fide of the column was infcribed, 
 
 Injuriofo ne pede proruas 
 
 Stantem columnam. 
 
 The clergyman of the pai ifh being offended, that 
 fuch honours fhf>uld be paid to a dog, wrote the fol- 
 lowing Epitaph on a different fide of the column, and 
 infcribed it 
 
 R t Lord on his dog Bobtail, 
 
 I. 
 
 STAY, traveller, and fee what's here 
 
 That makes this mighty pother ; 
 An epitaph to make folks laugh, 
 
 Which one dog gives another. 
 
 II. 
 
 Two dogs there were, as doth appear, 
 
 Tho' this may feem an odd tale ; 
 One's name was Bob, a witty dog, 
 
 The other's name was Bobtail. 
 
 H 2 HI. 
 
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 III. 
 
 Together they did fport and play ; 
 
 One bed, one houfe held either ; 
 Great pity 'twas in fuch a cafe, 
 
 They died not both together : 
 
 IV. 
 
 That men might fay another day, 
 Of thefe two dogs moft civil 
 
 So Bobtail's gone to Cerberus down, 
 But Bob's gone to the Devil. 
 
 V. 
 
 But kinder fate has chang'd their ftate, 
 Bobtail has fcap'd the halter, 
 
 It mayn't be fo with Bob, you know, 
 Unlefs his manners alter. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Since M — h can a dog make man, 
 
 Upon death's fad difafter; 
 My merry mufe could not refufe 
 
 To make a dog o'th' matter. 
 
 VII, 
 
 And yet her fong would be too long, 
 Their virtues to fum up t' ye ; 
 
 Since no man well could ever tell 
 Which was the greater puppy. 
 
 Wall /aid, Par/on. 
 
[ ">9 1 
 
 THE fubfequent poem was fent from Ireland. 
 'Tis addrefled to Signora Barbaiigo, of a Vene- 
 tian family, faid to be the Pope's niece, and who, not 
 long fince, was in London. The letter-writer is Te- 
 re/las, or the ingenious Dr. Clancy, who is blind. 
 The fubjecl: is treated very whimfically, and full of what 
 the Italians czWjIrayaganze. 
 
 An EPISTLE to Signora Barbarigo. 
 (To be forwarded by the ladies of England}. 
 
 ■She quid urimur 
 
 Non prater folk urn Leve HoR. 
 
 By MICHAEL CLANCY, M. D, 
 
 Of D arrow, in Ireland, Jan. 1, 1769. 
 
 TjRITAIN's fond matrons, whofe endearments 
 
 JD prove, 
 
 What matchlefs heroes fpring from faithful love ; 
 
 And tender maids, from whofe inticing bloom. 
 
 Shall future Haw hi and laurel'd Toiv?ijh?nds come; 
 
 Hear with what force, a ftrange, uncommon dart, 
 
 From Cupid's quiver, ftabb'd a lover's heart, 
 
 A fudden, unexpected whirlwind bore 
 
 Fair Barbarigo to fome diflant more. — 
 
 To every virtue, every grace divine, 
 
 The foothing aid of foft companion join. 
 
 H 3 Per- 
 
I no I 
 
 Perfuade old Neptune, guardian of your coaft, 
 To fend fomc Nereid by his fwimming Poft ; 
 Or Triton, to convey, by your command, 
 The following lines to Barbarigo's hand. 
 
 To Signora Barearigo. 
 
 I BURN!— Not all thofe fparks, and love-fick 
 dames, 
 In Ovid's verfe, felt half fo fcorching flames ; 
 In cold hrnes damps, my fwelling breaft 
 Boils like ten caldrons for a Lord Mayor's feafl. 
 Like fire-works on the frozen Thames, I glow 
 In rigid ice, and winter's chilling fnow\ 
 Nor ambient bogs, nor dreary fens reftrain, 
 Tire raging wildfire of my feething brain. 
 
 When nrft your figure was in Britain (cen, 
 Involv'd in clouds, like Homer's ox-ey'd queen 5 
 A new phenomenon to gazing eyes, 
 Your afpecl: puzzled the learned and the wife. 
 A comet darted from fome world unknown, 
 To flaring crouds, in open noon-day fhewn ; 
 The fun-beam, ftarting from the ruddy Eaft, 
 Reach the bleak regions of the diftant Weft. 
 From your bright orb, a ftrong and piercing ray, 
 On my dark eye-balls pour'd a flood of day. 
 All Euclid's niceft fearch could only find 
 The perfect fquare, or circle, in the mind ; 
 
 Your 
 
 
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 Your tongue, whofe ftrong refemblance Fancy drew, 
 Is all perfection in my mental view; 
 While outward objects, wrapp'd in thick difguife, 
 Hide their true texture, and deceive our eyes ; 
 The forms, by ftrong imagination wrought, 
 Aflume reality from powerful thought. 
 
 Though Fame pronoune'd you, from your princely 
 air, 
 Ally'd by Nature to the Papal chair; 
 A longer anceftry, and nobler race, 
 In your illuftrious origin we trace. 
 From great Anienor fprung, whofe warlike band, 
 Their ftandard fix'd in fair lllyrias land, 
 Where now the gilded fpires of Venice rife, 
 Spring from the fea, and reach the vaulted ikies. 
 
 From Learning's fund, your modes of kindnefs take f 
 And Hero's paiTion your example make. 
 Some fignal from the wide Rlalto mow, 
 You'll fee my fpirit in the waves below ; 
 Through rolling furges like Leandcr fteer, 
 Nor fharks, nor ftorms, nor foaming billows fear. 
 
 In early times, from Saturn's cruel hands, 
 Young Jove found refuge in the Latian lands ; 
 Let this high precedent your pity move, 
 To give fome corner in the fair I love. 
 Where couch'd on mofs, and near a purling rill, 
 In pleafing ftreams I'll dip the poet's quill ; 
 In that Elyfium's fragrant vale reclin'd, 
 The fweet ambrofial dreams of Pindus rind : 
 
 H 4 Or 
 
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 Or when from Reafon's fource, with curious art, 
 Your pleafing words the flow of fenfe impart ; 
 Dwell on your lips, and like old Priam hear, 
 A fecond Helen with attentive ear; 
 The world's true pictures fhew in clearer view 
 Than Moll conceiv'd, or muddy Gordon drew ; 
 Learn from the founds of your initructive tongue, 
 Whence the flrft feeds of Britain's glory fprung ; 
 ' How love of Liberty and Virtue's caufe, 
 Stamp'd the rich bullion of her fterling laws ; 
 From whofe intrinfic worth, the Britifh name, 
 Fills all the records of immortal fame. 
 
 From birth and wealth, converfant with the great. 
 You know the deep machinery of ftate ; 
 And you, who have behind the curtain feen, 
 The fprings that move the fhifting wires within, 
 Know what peculiar timber, mew-men take, 
 To form a flatefman, or a tumbler make ; 
 Have feen them play one puppet for another ; 
 For Chejbire-Tom miftake his nimbler brother. 
 In the mock fiege, when Punch fhou'd ftorm the town, 
 Weak Bandalier is fent to — wifti it down ; 
 When Somebody mould gull the gaping throng, 
 ?Tis Mr. Nobody that ftalks along : 
 While blockheads guide the monftrous farce — no won- 
 der 
 That puppets err — 'Tis all one wooden blunder. 
 Caprice or chance conduct the mimic fcene, 
 Pleas'd or not pleas'd, we praife or blame in vain. 
 
 In 
 
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 If Cuma's den produced a Sybil wife, 
 From Mtrlins cave your fage conceptions rife ; 
 Where hallow'd bards from breathing bufts infpire, 
 An awful fenfe of true prophetic fire ; 
 Then fay, that no conjecture ever told, 
 No fearch could find, no politics unfold, 
 Why, when the Lybians law Rome's effort vain, 
 Their legions dwindled, and their leaders (lain ; 
 Their councils weaken'd, and their tottering ftatc^ 
 Sunk by the terrors of impending fate ; 
 Th' inglorious victors from the vanquifh'd flew, 
 And like defeated Myrmidons withdrew; 
 Or from an sera of lefs ancient date, 
 Events, as truly rifible relate. 
 
 Say in what land defective pigmies rife 
 Thrice in one moon, beyond gigantic fize; 
 As oft from their enormous ftature fall, 
 Sink into dwarfs, beyond perception fmall ; 
 Where bafHed virtue hides her modefr. face, 
 And honours fpring from popular difgrace; 
 Where Merit's {lamp is falfely underftood, 
 And bears it's worth from ceafing to be good ; 
 O ! Heradhus drop a pitying tear: 
 Rife into life, Abdcra's fon — and fneer ! 
 While thus my thoughts through various fubjecls rove ? 
 Forgive the reftlefs reveries of love ! 
 
 Oh ! for the fweetnefs of that flowing ftrain, 
 Where Pallor Fido's warbling notes complain! 
 
 Per fu a five 
 
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 Perfuafive founds fhould form th' inchanting lay, 
 Glide thro' your veins, and fteal your heart away. 
 My tunelefs lines a rude complexion bear, 
 And, like blunt truth, are rugged, but fincere. 
 From the mild dictates of a gentle mind, 
 The tender fair are in their nature kind ; 
 Yield to the voice of Truth, and fcldom fail 
 To fee mod clearly through Delufion's veil. 
 Nor pertly nice, my clouded form defpife ; 
 Nor think me worthlefs from the want of eyes. 
 This world's extent, this univerfal frame, 
 From the dark womb of dreary chaos came ; 
 From fpecks as dim, a Pope, a Sbakcfpeare grew; 
 A Clark, a Newton, and a Montefqicu. 
 The foul in its divine exiftence bright, 
 Breaks thro' all mifh, and fcorns the bond of night. 
 From this internal power Tirefias fings 
 The wreck of nations, and the fate of Kings : 
 The fpring of Grecian woes blind Homer fpies, 
 Quicker than Argus with his hundred eyes ; 
 And Milton, led thro' Heaven's bright manfions, fees 
 The weight and wifdom of it's juft decrees. 
 Eear me, ye mufes, to that happy clime, 
 Where balmy zephyrs fan the foul to rhyme : 
 O ! place me where, in XJmbria's flow'ry vale, 
 Each fhrub perfumes, and ev'ry plant can heal ; 
 Where Hyblds honey flow'd from Virgil's tongue.; 
 Where Raphael painted, and where Vida fung : 
 There would I breathe the fweets of claflic air, 
 Inform mv verfe, and tune my numbers there ; 
 
 The 
 
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 The flights of love, like old Anacreon play, 
 Grow young again, and flourifh in decay. 
 
 Propofal for a new Dictionary. 
 
 THERE are in every language, ancient and mo- 
 dern, certain heterogeneous words and anomalous 
 expreffions, which render it more difficult to be ac- 
 quired by ftudents and foreigners, than even the moft 
 licentious idiomatic phrafes, or the moft irregular com- 
 bination of fentences. In vain may the laborious Lexi- 
 cographer boaft of having traced every radical word 
 through a collateral feries of parallel ramifications. The 
 Philologift ftill toils with hopclefs inveftigation, and 
 finds himfelf bewildered in the maze of petty familia- 
 rity, and entangled in colloquial barbarifms. The 
 ebullitions of convivial or cpiftolary humour, and the 
 faliies of dramatic hilarity, the lucubrations of the pe- 
 riodical eftayift, the fportive vein and dry intelligence 
 of our diurnal, nocturnal, and hebdomadal hiftori 
 are almoft totally unintelligible, for want of an ade- 
 quate interpretation. To remedy this defect in Eng- 
 lifh literature, I have, with infinite labour, compiled a 
 vocabulary or gloflary, intended as a fupplement to a 
 larger and more folemn dictionary. It is cafy to fore- 
 fee, that the idle and illiterate will complain that I have 
 encreafed their labours, by endeavouring to diminim. 
 them ; and that I have explained what is more cafy, 
 by what is more difficult — Ignotwn per igwtius. I ex- 
 
 pea, 
 
peel, on the other hand, the liberal acknowledgments 
 of the learned. He who is buried in fcholaftic retire- 
 ment, fecluded from the aflemblies of the gay, and re- 
 mote from the circles of the polite, will at once com- 
 prehend the definitions, and be grateful for fuch a fea- 
 fonable and neceffary elucidation of his mother-tongue. 
 Annexed to this letter is a fhort fpecimen of the work, 
 thrown together in a vague and defultory manner, not 
 even adhering to alphabetical concatenation. The 
 whole will be comprifed in two folio volumes, and will 
 appear fome time within the enfuing twenty years. In 
 the mean-while, fubferiptions are taken in at all the 
 moft eminent bookfellers in London and Weftminfter; 
 of whom may be learnt all further particulars relative 
 to this arduous and important undertaking. 
 
 SPECIMEN. 
 
 Higgledy-piggledy, — Conglomeration, and confufion. 
 
 Hurly-burly, — Extreme tumult and uproar. 
 
 Scribble-fcrabble, — Pages of inanity. 
 
 See-fazv, — Alternate preponderation. 
 
 Tittle-tattle, — Futile converfation. 
 
 Mum-chance, — Mental torpidity. 
 
 Fee ! Fau ! Finn /• — Gigantic intonations, 
 
 Arfy-varfy, t An inverfion of capitals and fundamen- 
 
 Topfy-turvy, $ tals. 
 
 Hobble-de-hoy, — Adolefcence, between the period of 
 
 puberty and virility. 
 Tit for Tat, — Adequate retaliation. 
 
 Shitly* 
 
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 Shilly-Jhally, — Hefitation and irrefolutlon. 
 
 Willy-nilly, — The execution of an adtmaugre the con- 
 
 fent of another. 
 Dingle-dangle, — Aerial fufpenfion. 
 Hurry-fcurry, — Inordinate precipitation. 
 Riddlemeree, — An aenigmatic exordium. 
 Ding-dong, — Tintinnabulory chimes, ufed metaphori- 
 cally tofignify difpatch and vehemence. 
 Tag-rag, -> The loweft Plebians. See bafe-born y and 
 Riff-raff, S fcum of the earth. 
 
 Nincompoop, 
 
 I Afinine wretches. 
 5 i 
 
 Ninnyhanimer 
 
 Hocus-pocus, — Pfeudo-necromancy. 
 'Jcinminy-crcmminy ! — An emafculate obteftation. 
 Rigmarole, — Difcourfc, incoherent and raphfodical. 
 Zig-zag, — Tranfverfe angles. 
 
 Crinkum-cranhum, — Lines of irregularity and involu- 
 tion. 
 Helter-fkelter, — quafi hilariter, &f celeriter, fignifying 
 
 motion of equal jocundity and velocity. 
 Hodge-podge, — A culinary mixture of heterogeneous 
 
 ingredients, applied metaphorically to all difcordant 
 
 combinations. 
 
 Philological difquifitions are but ill adapted to the 
 readers of a fugacious paper. Having, therefore, al- 
 ready given a fumcient indication of my purpofe to 
 the philofopher, the academic, and the fcholar, I mall 
 at prefent add no further interpretations j but in order 
 
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 to convince the learned of the neceffity and importance 
 of the work announced to them, I fhall fomewhat en- 
 large the catalogue of terms that demand explication ; 
 which, like bafe metal among legitimate coin, have, 
 by long ufage, become current in our language ; and 
 without which the commerce of the world, or even the 
 trafHck of letters, can with difficulty be maintained ei- 
 ther with profit or delectation. To explain them may 
 be fome glory : it would be more fubftantial fame to 
 contribute to their extirpation. 
 
 CATALOGUE. 
 
 Wifhy-wafhy, 
 
 Mefs-medley, 
 
 Fiddle-faddle, 
 
 Slap-dafh, 
 
 Slap-bang, 
 
 Hum-drum, 
 
 Harum-fcarum, 
 
 Rantum-fcantum, 
 
 Pit-pat, 
 
 Chit-chat, 
 
 Prittle-prattle, 
 
 Hoity-toity, 
 
 Tip-top, 
 
 Hubble-bubble, 
 
 Humptdy-dumptdy, 
 
 Hugger-mugger, 
 
 Hiccius-doccius, 
 
 Shiddlecum-fh — e, 
 
 Knick-knack, 
 
 Pell-mell, 
 
 Whipper-fnapper, 
 
 Hoddy-doddy, 
 
 Niddy-noddy, 
 
 Huff-bluff, 
 
 Tory-rory, 
 
 Whifky-friiky, 
 
 Snickerfnee, 
 
 Tuzzy-muzz^;, 
 
 Gimminy-gomminy, 
 
 Wig- warn, 
 
 Flim-flam, 
 
 Namby-pamby, 
 
 Hob or Nob, 
 
 Bamboozle, 
 
 Hurdy- 
 
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 Hurdy-gurdy, Snip-fnap, 
 
 Hum-ftrum, Full-but, 
 
 Diddle-daddle, Fal-lal, 
 
 Humbug, Roly-poly, &c. 5cc. 
 
 It is eafy, from this fpecimen, to fuppofe extenfion 
 and amplification. Printed authorities will be fubjoincd 
 as vouchers, for the exiftence of every term and word 
 that (hall be cited, and its various fignifications, where 
 there are more than one, properly explained. He who 
 writes the dictionary of any tongue, may be confidered 
 as labouring in a coal-mine ; but he who collects the 
 refufe of a language, claims more than ordinary com- 
 miferation, and may be faid to lift the cinders. 
 
 LEXIPHANES. 
 
 Verfes to the God of Love, 
 
 HAVE I not offer'd, God of Love, 
 Incenfe on incenfe at thy (hrinef 
 Have I not taught the vocal grove 
 To echo with thy power divine ? 
 
 Have I not in the face of day, 
 
 All fenfe, all reafon o'er and o'er 
 Abjur'd ? Have I not own'd thy fway, 
 
 And kneeling kifs'd the chains I wore ? 
 
 What 
 
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 What — for the homage which I made, 
 And fvvore upon my bended knees ? 
 
 What — for this blind fubmiflion paid, 
 Or right or wrong to thy degrees ? 
 
 Do'ft thou excruciate to excefs 
 
 Me, me, thy vafTal, vot'ry, bard ? 
 
 Am I to bleed, nor hope redrefs ? 
 Grateful return ! glorious reward ! 
 
 Ah ! what avail thefe groans, thefe fighs? 
 
 Why, cruel Love, haft thou expreft 
 Such foftnefs in my Celia's eyes, 
 
 Such rigour in my Celia's breaft ? 
 
 Gods ! when I firft beheld her face, 
 
 Her matchlefs form, her heav'nly mein, 
 
 I took her for a new-form'd grace, 
 I took her for the Cyprian Queen. 
 
 Ye madmen, my contempt and fcorn ! 
 
 Mean, penfion'd drudges of the crown ! 
 Run, run your gantelope ev'ry morn, 
 
 And watch your great man's {"mile or frown. 
 
 My Celia's frown is all I dread, 
 
 My Celia's fmile is all I crave ; 
 No falfe ambition turns my head, 
 
 My pride is — to be Celia's (lave. 
 
 Whilft at her feet I lay entranc'd, 
 Gazing the happieft looks of love, 
 
 I deem'd myfelf in pow'r advanc'd 
 Equal to Caefar, George, or Jove, 
 
 In 
 
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 In this delirium of the mind, 
 
 No thunders due my godfhip hurl'd, 
 
 But laugh'd at more than half mankind, 
 To fee them buttling through the world, 
 
 No critic rage my bofom feiz'd ; 
 
 All, all was peace and calmnefs there; 
 For Celia — Celia then I pleas'd ! — 
 
 Enchanted ev'ry thought and care. 
 
 Sweet, dear illufion ! blifs fublime ! 
 
 Soft hours— on downy pinions borne ! 
 All fled, and left me ! for one rhyme 
 
 For ever wretched and forlorn ! 
 Oh, Love! thy well-tim'd aid impart ! 
 
 Let not, in vain, thy bard implore I 
 The claim he had to Celia's heart, 
 
 If juft, oh! God of Love, reftore! 
 
 The Death of CRUSO. 
 An ODE on the murder of Mifs Smith's favourite dog, 
 
 ^Hp WAS when the Gods, if fuch there are, 
 •*- That make the ufeful dog their care, 
 To fate confign'd their charge ; 
 
 Poor Crufo, of the pointing kind, 
 
 With nofe fagacious fnuff M the wind, 
 And rang'd the fields at large, 
 
 I His 
 
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 His miftrefs, like the Emprefs Queen*, 
 Whofe thunder twice had fhook the green, 
 
 Whofe lightning twice had kill'd ; 
 Once more recharg'd the nit'rous bed, 
 With fatal bolts of rounded lead, 
 
 With death her engine filPd. 
 
 In act to fire like mighty Jove, 
 Who grafps the forked fhafts above. 
 
 She flood and took her aim : 
 Her faithful dog had mark'd the hare, 
 But, O ! before fhe cry'd, beware, 
 
 His evil genius came. 
 
 In Fancy's eye confefs'd he flood, 
 The owlet of fome neighb'ring wood, 
 
 And thus with boding voice j 
 Or take away your dog, he hoots, 
 Or ftraight this gun your fav'rite moots, 
 
 So, Madam, make your choice. 
 
 She brav'd her foe with courage found, 
 But foon, too foon, poor Crufo found 
 
 No pity from fuch birds : 
 'Twas not the eagle, god -like fowl, 
 No bird of Jove, but S e's owl, 
 
 That fcream'd thefe dying words : 
 
 * The Emprefs of Ruflia, famou» for the art of /hooting. 
 
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 " By Minden's God, another Mars, 
 u By all his honours and his fears, 
 
 " I fvvear by his command : 
 <c By him that owns this wide domain, 
 " I fwear by mighty L— G — n, 
 
 " Hisaweful bird -| I fland.", 
 
 In Anna's fnape Minerva came, 
 And wifely thus reply'd the dame : 
 
 " If S e's owl you be, 
 
 " Know, offspring of another ncft, 
 " The bird that fits upon my creft, 
 
 " Is Wifdom's type, not thee. 
 
 <c I know thy mafter too, fhe cry'd, 
 « That c L— d thou haft bely'd, 
 
 " In ev'ry flatt'ring note : 
 <c I heard it from the trump of fame, 
 " Though riches now have chang'd his name, 
 
 cc D> r chang'd his coat." 
 
 Enrag'd, the angry bird of G ge, 
 
 With fury made his piece difgorge 
 
 The leaden food of death : 
 Too clofe the (hot-like bullet flew, 
 And piere'd the heart, as Crufo drew 
 
 His laft, but eafy breath. 
 
 •j- The name of L G 's Keeper. 
 
 I 2 The 
 
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 The after-fcene lies undefcrib'd ; 
 Apollo had the Mufes brib'd, 
 
 To aid no poet then : 
 Of Anna's griefs I fain would fing, 
 But dare not pluck from Fancy's wing, 
 
 An uninfpired pen. 
 
 The Captivated Bee ; or> Little Filcher. 
 
 AS Julia once a flumb'ring lay, 
 It chanc'd a Bee did flie that way, 
 ( After a dew, or dew-like fhow'r) 
 To tipple freely in a flow'r. 
 
 For fome rich flower he took the lip 
 Of Julia, and began to fip ; 
 But, when he felt he fuckt from thence 
 Honey in the quinteflence, 
 He drank fo much he fcarce could ftir ; 
 So Julia took the pilferer. 
 Being thus furpriz'd, (as filchers ufe) 
 He thus began himfelf t'excufe : 
 
 Sweet Lady floiver ! 1 never brought 
 Hither to you one thieving thought; 
 But taking thofe rare lips of your's, 
 For gay, frefh, fragrant, lufcious flowers, 
 I thought I might there take a tafte, 
 Where fo much fweetnefs ran at wafte. 
 Befides, know this, I never fting 
 The flower that gives me nourifhing \ 
 
 But 
 
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 But with a kifs, or thanks, repay 
 The honey that I bear away." 
 
 This faid, he laid his little fcrip 
 Of honey 'fore her Ladyfhip, 
 And told her (as fome tears did fall) 
 That that he took, and that was all : 
 At which (he fmil'd, and bade him go, 
 And take his bag ; but thus much know, 
 When next he came a pilf 'ring fo y 
 He mould from her full lips derive 
 Honey enough to drown his hive. 
 
 An Inventory of Dr. Swift's Goods, upon 
 
 lending his Houfe to the Bijhop of M. 
 
 [Not printed in his works.] 
 
 AN oaken broken elbow-chair ; 
 A caudlc-cup without an ear ; 
 A batter'd fhatter'd afh bedftead ; 
 A box of deal without a lid ; 
 A pair of tongs, but out of joint, 
 A poor old poker without point ; 
 A pot that's crack'd acrofs, around 
 With an old knotted garter bound ; 
 An iron lock without a key ; 
 A wig with hanging quite grown grey; 
 A pair of bellows without pipe ; 
 A curtain worn to half a ftripe ; 
 A dim, which might good meat afford once; 
 An Ovid, and an old Concordance ; 
 
 I 3 A bottle 
 
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 A bottle bottom, v/ooden plater 
 (One for meal, and one for water.) 
 There is, befides, a copper fkillet, 
 Which runs as faft out as you fill it; 
 A candleftick, a pan, and fave-all, 
 And thus his houfehold goods you have all, 
 Thefe to his Lordfhip, as a friend, 
 Till he has built, I'd recommend ; 
 They'd ferve his Lordfhip for a fhift, 
 Why not, as well as Dr. Swift ? 
 
 The Sparrows; or 9 A Picture £/* Matrimony. 
 
 I. 
 
 ^ HP 1 WAS in the pleafant month of May, 
 
 J When males and females fport and play, 
 A wanton fparrow, full of prate, 
 W T ith fpoufy on a tree was fat ; 
 They talk'd how faithful they wou'd be, 
 And chirp'd eternal conftancy-: 
 The only thing that damp'd their fport 
 Was fear their lives would be too fhort. 
 
 II. 
 
 But as from bough to bough they fly, 
 Not dreaming any creature nigh, 
 For want of a more downy bed, 
 Upon a twig with bird-lime fpread, 
 They hafte their fond regard to prove, 
 And take their little fill of love : 
 
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 The only thing that damp'd their fport 
 Was fear their lives would be toofhort. 
 
 IIL 
 
 But pains to pleafure foon fucceed, 
 To both it prov'd a fatal deed, 
 For though with eafe they broke away, 
 And baullc'd a fchool-boy of his p^y, 
 The bridegroom, in the hafty ftrife, 
 Had clung fo fad unto his wife, 
 That, though they us'd their utmoft art, 
 They quickly found they ne'er muft part. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A gloomy cloud o'er-caft hi sbrow, 
 He found himfelf he knew not how, 
 He pouts and glouts, and peevifh grew, 
 As other angry hufband's do. 
 Whene'er he mov'd he felt her ftill, 
 Shekifs'd him oft againft his will, 
 With favours ftill o'erwhelm'd her lord, 
 Abroad, at home, at bed, at board. 
 
 V. 
 
 But he ftill obftinate and ftout, 
 At length her ftock of love was out, 
 So back to back in difcontent, 
 They fit, and fullenly repent ; 
 Thus, after fome few hearty pray'rs, 
 A joftle, and fome fpiteful tears, 
 
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 This is the burden of their fong, 
 That life is tedious and too long. 
 
 Inscription for a Bench beneath a favourite Trie, 
 
 A VAUNT ! ye noify fons of wine, 
 Nor round your brows my rofes twine ; 
 'Twas not for you, that Flora here 
 BeftowM thofe beauties of the year. 
 
 But ye, who focial converfe love, 
 Or ye whom fofter paflions move, 
 Come pafs with me the carelefs day, 
 Or in my groves in freedom ftray. 
 
 Y ox you this verdant turf is fpread, 
 For you this beech here rears its head, 
 For you has Flora fcatter'd here 
 The varied beauties of the year. 
 
 In the Church-Yard of Bromley, in Kent. 
 Written by the late John Hawkesworth, L. L. D. 
 
 Near this place lies the body of 
 
 ELIZABETH MONK, 
 
 who departed this life on the 17th day of Aug. 1753, 
 
 aged 101. 
 
 She was the widow of John Monk, late of this parifh, 
 
 blackfmith, 
 
 her fecond hufband, 
 
 to whom ftie had been a wife near fifty years. 
 
 By 
 
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 By him me had no children ; 
 and of the iilue of her firft marriage none lived to the 
 
 fecond. 
 
 But virtue 
 
 would not fuffer her to be childlefs. 
 
 An infant, to whom, and to whofe father and uncles, 
 
 fhe had been nurfe, 
 
 (fuch is the uncertainty of temp®ral pofteritv !) 
 
 became dependent upon ftrangers for the neceflaries of 
 
 life; 
 
 to him me afforded the protection of a mother. 
 
 This parental charity was returned with filial affection ; 
 
 and fhe was lupported in the fecblenefs of age 
 
 by him whom flic had chcrifhed in the hclplefnefs of 
 
 infancy. 
 
 Let it be remembered, 
 
 That there is no ftatton in which induflry will not 
 
 obtain power to be liberal, 
 
 nor any character on which liberality will not confer 
 
 Honour. 
 
 She had been long prepared, 
 
 by a fimple and unaffected piety, 
 
 for that awful moment which, however delayed, is 
 
 univerfally fure. 
 
 How few are allowed an equal time of probation ! 
 
 How many by their lives appear to prefume upon more ! 
 
 To preferve the memory of this perfon, 
 
 but yet more to perpetuate the leffon of her life, 
 
 this flone was erected by voluntary contribution. 
 
 In 
 
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 In the Cathedral at Briflol. 
 
 In Memory of Mrs. Mason, who died at the Hotwells, 
 in 1767. „ 
 
 TA K E, holy earth, all that my foul holds dear, 
 
 Take that bcit gift which heav'n fo lately gave: 
 To Briftol's fount I bore, with trembling care, 
 
 Her faded form : me bow'd to tafle the wave, 
 And died. Does youth, does beauty, read the line ? 
 
 Does fympathetic fear their breafts alarm ? 
 Speak, dead Maria ! breathe a drain divine ; 
 
 Ev'n from the grave thou malt have pow'r to charm : 
 Bid them be chafte, be innocent, like thee j 
 
 Bi'd them in duty's fphere as meekly move ; 
 And, if fo fair, from vanity as free, 
 
 As firm in friendfhip, and as fond in love ; 
 Tell them, tho' 'tis an awful thing to die, 
 ('Twasev'n to thee,) yet, the dread path once trod, 
 Heav'n lifts its everlafting portals high, 
 
 And bids " the pure in heart behold their God." 
 
 W, MASON. 
 
 From an old News paper, 
 
 I AM a theatrical politician, and can talk as learn- 
 edly in my field of politics as you, or any of your 
 correfpondents, can do in your's. I can remember the 
 day when a Grays-Inn Journali/l, or an Herald, has 
 mauled a manager weekly, as ably the Monitor or the 
 
 North 
 
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 North Briton has lately attacked the Miniiter. Some 
 of you politicians allow Mr. Pitt to be a great man, 
 but think he has been too fond of continental connec- 
 tions. In like manner, I not only allow Garrick 
 to be the greateft a&or the world ever faw, but alfo am 
 of opinion, that he is an excellent manager ; and yet I 
 mull, as a true patriot, b'ame him for his encourage- 
 ment of pantomime. Two pantomimes in one winter, 
 and the town had only fenfe enough to damn one. O 
 tempora ! O mores ! but I fliall conclude what I have to 
 fay at prefent, with taking notice, that the revolutions 
 of theatres are as extraordinary as thofe of flates and 
 republics ; and tumults in kingdoms are fcarce attended 
 with greater confufion than riots at the Playhoufe. On 
 thefe occafions great patriots, theatrical and political, 
 chiefly mew themfelves. Hampden, who oppofed fhip- 
 money, is not more celebrated than Tbady Fitzpatrick^ 
 who demolifhedy}^//-/);/^. The following poem is a 
 parody on that celebrated ode of Dryden's, which that 
 great orator, Mr. Sheridan, has fo often recited with 
 uncommon applaufe at Spring-gardens, Pewterers-hall, 
 Drury-lane Theatre, Oxford, Cambridge, and Bath ; 
 and I moil heartily wifh, that it were in my power to 
 prevail with that Gentleman to employ his noble powers 
 of elocution on the following parody. 
 
 FITZ- 
 
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 FITZGIG's TRIUMPH; w, the Power of 
 Riot: An Ode, in honour of the 15th and 26th 
 of "January^ and the i^th of February ^ 1763. 
 
 J r T~^ WA S at the rabble rout, when Mima won 
 JL Thro' Fizgig Fizgig's fon ! 
 Below in aukward ftate 
 The bluft'ring ruffian fate 
 
 On his audacious throne ; 
 His noify peers were plac'd around, 
 Their brows with malice and with rapine frown'd, 
 So footpads in the dark are found ! 
 The blarneying Burky by his fide, 
 In impudence and ignorance ally'd, 
 With brazen front was (een in riot's pride, 
 Shamelefs, fhamelefs, fhamelefs pair, 
 Well do your heads your hearts declare ! 
 
 Our Garrick's voice on high 
 Awhile the rout confounds, 
 He runs with rapid fkill through elocution's bounds; 
 The lofty founds afcend the fky, 
 And in the fons of poetry 
 
 Celeftial joys infpire ! 
 From Shakefpeare's (elf the lore he caught, 
 From him the glowing pow'r pofleft, 
 Who gaz'd on Nature's charms with eager ardour 
 
 fraught, 
 And to her pliant form with warmth rcfifllefs preft, 
 
 (Extatic 
 
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 (Extatic warmth, by which his lays 
 Have been deriv'd to modern days ! ) 
 Then, while he fought her lovely breaft, 
 While round her yielding waift he curl'd, 
 
 He ftamp'd an image of himfelf a Garrick for the 
 
 world. 
 
 The fons of tafte admire the lofty found ; 
 A prefent Shakefpeare — hark ! they fhout around, 
 A prefent Shakefpeare hark ! the vaulted roofs re- 
 bound. 
 
 With dubious fears 
 The General hears, 
 AfTumes the rod, 
 The critic nod, 
 And makes his Midas' ears 
 
 Thalia's beauties then the mighty mafter drew, 
 Thalia, ever fair and ever new. 
 
 " See the pleafing nymph advance," 
 ** Breathe the flute, and lead the dance."' 
 Flufh'd with bewitching grace, 
 She mews her lovely Face. 
 While the prevailing verfe he ftrives to raife, 
 And bids defcriptive pow'r grow lavifh in her praife, 
 
 Thalia, ever fair and young, 
 Mirthfome joys did firft ordain ; 
 Thalia's bleflings are a treafure, 
 Never-fating ftrcamof pleafure, 
 
 Whieh 
 
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 Which fhe pours from charmed cup, 
 O'er the fouls, " who've ta'en their freedom up." 
 Rich the treafure, 
 Sweet the pleafure, 
 To fouls, " who've ta'en their freedom up." 
 Vex'd at the found, the General's pride wax'd low, 
 Too weak to ward off Rcafon's blow j 
 Yet thrice he drown'd fair Juftice' voice, yet thrice 
 bawl'd 
 
 YES, or NO! 
 
 The mafter faw the madnefs rife, 
 His fvvelHng cheeks, his envious eyes, 
 And, while he heav'n and earth defy'd, 
 His ready hand he chang'd, and try'd to check his 
 pride. 
 
 He chofe the mournful Mufe, 
 
 Soft pity to infufe ; 
 He fung Melpomene divine, 
 
 By too fevere a fate, 
 Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, 
 
 Fallen from her high eftate, 
 Dethron'd by Pantomime ! 
 
 Deferted in her utmoft need 
 
 By thofe her facred labours fed, 
 
 On the bare ftage diftreft (he lies, 
 
 With not a friend to bid her rife* 
 
 With 
 
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 With downcafl looks the joylefs Gcn'ral fate. 
 Revolving in his altered foul 
 
 The various merits of the (ta^e, 
 And now and then a groan he ftole, 
 And fhouts began to rage. 
 
 BEARD, fwect mufician^ then allay 'd 
 
 The pow'r of harmony to prove, 
 To poetry a kindred aid, 
 
 With pity melting as with love ! 
 
 Softly fweet in Lydian meafures, 
 He try'd to footh his foul to pleafures : 
 Jars, he fung, are toil and tiouble, 
 Faction a mifleading bubble, 
 Path to difcontent and frenzy, 
 
 Fighting ftill, and ftill deftroying, 
 Tho' the ftage be worth thy envy, 
 
 Think, oh ! think it worth enjoying : 
 Let thy friendly fears advife thee, 
 Think my Lord Chief JujVice fpies thee ! 
 
 Fitzgig, unable to conceal his pain, 
 Gaz'd on the man, 
 Who check'd his plan, 
 And groan'd and hifs'd, and groan'd and hifs'd, 
 Groan'd and hifs'd, and groan'd again. 
 At length with fear and fhame at once oppreft, 
 Away the Gen'ral flunk, and left the reft. 
 
 Lo! 
 
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 Lo ! row the ruffians roar amain, 
 A louder yet, and yet a louder ftrain, 
 
 Break his bands of fhame afunder, 
 Recall him with a rattling peal of thunder! 
 
 Hark! hark ! at the clattering found, 
 Burky rears up his head, 
 And cries, " Is he fled?" 
 And amaz'd he flares round — 
 Revenge ! Revenge ! then Burky cries, 
 Lo ! the plunderers rife ! 
 See the fconces they tear, 
 How they clafh in the air, 
 And the rapine that glares in their eyes. 
 
 Behold a dirty band, 
 Each a club in his hand, 
 Thofe are hireling JIaves, who to eating are flrangers, 
 Who obey the command, 
 Tho' fhock'd at the dangers ! 
 
 Give the vengeance due 
 To the bluft'ring crew, 
 Behold, how they tofs up the benches on high, 
 (O Fitzgig, return, and our victory fpy!) 
 How they break the orchejlral abodes, 
 How the injlruments matter by loads ! 
 The ruffians applaud with a furious joy, 
 And a buck feiz'd a candle with zeal to deftroy. 
 
 Burky 
 
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 Burky led the way, 
 To guide them to their prey, 
 And, like another Ganymede, reduc'd another Troy, 
 Not long ago, 
 Ere bouncing braggarts dealt the blow, 
 While bockheads yet were mute, 
 Our Garrick to the feeling mind could fuit 
 His various art, each paflion could infpire, 
 Could kindle manly rage, or melt with foft defire. 
 
 At I a ft enormous Fitzgig came, 
 
 Infpirer of the robber's claim, 
 The ftrange enthufiaft impofitions gives ; 
 
 Quenching the fire of magic founds, 
 
 Adds length and ftrength to mimic bounds, 
 With impudence and pride, and arts unknown to 
 thieves ! 
 
 Let judgment then refign the prize, 
 
 And mourn her mangled crown ; 
 She rais'd a Shakefpeare to the fkies, 
 
 He threw a Garrick down. 
 
 The plund'rers rend the roof with loud applaufe ; 
 So merit loft, and riot won the caufe. 
 
 K 
 
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 From the Public Advertiser. 
 
 WHILST you and your correfpondents are fo 
 laudably employed in watching over the wel- 
 fare of the flate, keeping a jealous eye on minifters, 
 and pointing out the errors of government, I wifh, 
 Mr. Woodfall (if you could but find time for it) that 
 you would pay fome little attention to your own er- 
 rors. 
 
 Perhaps it will appear the higheft degree of preemp- 
 tion, to offer advice to a perfon in your eminent {ration, 
 cne who every day (Sundays excepted) dictates to Mi- 
 nifters, and counfels Kings ; one who is read and ad- 
 mired in every part of the Britifh dominions. 
 
 It is for this very reafon, Sir, that I think it incum- 
 bent on me to tell you of your mijlakes, for you can- 
 not fay with Job, " Albeit that I have erred, mine ER- 
 ROR, remaineth zuith myself." No, Mr. Woodfall, 
 your errors circulate far and wide ; they mifreprefent 
 many, and miflead more ; in fhort, the errors I mean, 
 are errors of the prefs, or, as my learned friend, Sir 
 James Hodges exprefles them in one Englim-latin-fin- 
 gular- plural word, err at urns. 
 
 Of all errata, the moft harmlefs are thofe which 
 make {lark -flaring nonfenfe. Thefe are never imputed 
 to the writer, but are corrected by the reader, in his 
 own mind, as he goes along; but the dangerous ones 
 are thofe which make a kind of half fenfe, and pafs 
 current as the fenfe of the author^ until the day follow- 
 ing, 
 
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 ing, when your lift of errata transfers the blame from 
 the writer to the printer. However, I muft fay, that 
 printers (with all their profeflions of candor) are as lit- 
 tle apt to acknowledge their errors as the reft of man- 
 kind, for not one erratum in ten is ever acknowledged, 
 and indeed I fuppofe they very feldom would, unlefs at 
 the particular defire of the writer. 
 
 As I have faid much about the errors of the profs, it 
 may naturally be expected thit I mould produce fome 
 proofs of what I have alTerted. This I am enabled to 
 do, having paid particular attention to them for fome 
 time paft, and having Iook'd more fharply after them, 
 than the promotions civil or military, the prices of corn 
 orofftocks, the lift of fhips or bankrupts, orofthofe 
 paragraphs which inform who's dead, who's married, 
 or who's hang'd. 
 
 But now for the particulars of the charge. 
 I have known you throw an injurious reflection on 
 all the crown'd heads in Europe at one ftroke, for in- 
 ilead of Potentates you have call'd them potatoes, as if 
 they had been meer vegetables. As to the Kino; of 
 PruiTia, you talk of him in a different ftile, for inftead 
 of the Hero of Pruflia, you have made him the Nero. 
 Next day comes your apology, or your erratum, which 
 fometimes, inftead of mending matters, makes things 
 worfe, and, like an arch tinker, in flopping one hole 
 makes two, as I remember my old friend Alderman 
 Faulkner, of Dublin, corrected an error in his Jour- 
 nal, " Erratum in our laft; for his Grace the Duchefs 
 K 2 of 
 
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 of Dorfet, read her Grace the Duke of Dorfet." In- 
 deed a blunder feems to be fomething of the nature of 
 a bog, the more you druggie the deeper you get into it. 
 But to proceed. You have on fcveral occafions ufed 
 the Doge of Genoa extremely ill, and never have made 
 him the leaft apology for omitting the laft letter in his 
 title ; though if you bad defired your readers next day, 
 <c inftead of Dog, to read Doge," I do confefs that it 
 would have been no great reparation. 
 
 I remember the Irifh parliament fome time ago, 
 were offended at fome thing in the Public Advertifer, 
 and took up the matter fo warmly, that they order'd 
 the paper to be burnt. Now, Mr. Woodfall, whether 
 you have taken umbrage alfo and Wkcivife, or whether 
 it proceeds from negligence, I know not ; but certain 
 it is, that feveral unlucky miftakes have happened re- 
 lative to that refpectable body. At their firft meeting, 
 you told us, (inftead of a bill) that a motion would be 
 made for leave to bring in a bull; — and afterwards an- 
 other motion, that the order of the Dey be read, as if 
 
 it was an Aflembly on the coaft of Barbary. You 
 
 told us one day, that Lord , of the kingdom of 
 
 Ireland, had been fafely delivered of a daughter; and 
 we were all very anxious on my Lord's account, till 
 the day following, when you delivered his Lordfhip of 
 the burthen, and brought the child into the world a 
 more natural way. 
 
 In a late fcuffle under the Piazza, Covent Garden, 
 you informed us that an Irifh officer had got a confufion 
 in his head ; and you made no apology afterwards, 
 
 thinking, 
 
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 thinking, I fuppofe, there was. no occafion for any, as 
 you were right to a 'I. 
 
 Not long ago you advertifed a fpeedy cure for rap- 
 tures, and I am afraid it gave fome wicked bachelor 
 occafion to feoff at the holy ftate of matrimony; for as 
 the Devil would have it (I mean one of your Devils) 
 the very next advertifement to it, was from a gentle- 
 man who wanted a wife, and over it was printed ma- 
 trimony in capitals; confequently it appeared that ma- 
 trimony was the moft fpeedy and effectual cure for rap- 
 tares, though of ever fo long (landing, Sic. Sic. 
 
 I have known yon advertife inftead of a never-hlYmg 
 remedy, an ever-failing remedy : Now, Sir, though 
 this might be ftriclly true, yet I hold it not proper that 
 it mould be fo fct down, as I fuppofe the quack doctor 
 paid you his money for conveying a very different fenfe 
 to the public.-— In a receipt lately published for the 
 cure of the plague, inftead of rue, you put rice, and fo 
 made a pudding of it ; and in advertfing a courfe of lec- 
 tures, you turned nfyllabus into a fyllabub; and called 
 the perpetual motion, a perpetual notion. 
 
 I wifli you would be a little more cautious in adver- 
 tiflng Salivation not neceffary ; for it happened, that by 
 omitting the i in falivation, you gave great offence to 
 fome very good chriftians in my neighbourhood ; and 
 alfo gave occafion to fome wicked pun/ters to obferve, 
 that it was not the firji time an eye had been loft in fa-, 
 livation; nay, that fome people had been (o unlucky, 
 as to lofe a couple, 
 
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 There is another ad vertifement which frequently oc- 
 curs, beginning with, " Whereas feveral evil-minded 
 perfons, &c."— One day you made it evil-minded par- 
 fans, which was extremely unlucky; for in thefe times 
 of infidelity -, people are too apt to feoff at the clergy, 
 and indeed at all ferious fubjecfo ; as to my/elf, I muft 
 confefs that I am particularly hurt at thofe 'nnpertinent 
 Levities with which fome people indulge themfelves, be- 
 ing a perfon of a ferious turn of mind;, and of a difpofi- 
 tion rather faturnine and grave. 
 
 It too of often happen?, Mr. Wood fall, that "what 
 fhould be grave you turn to farce 5" I remember in 
 your paper, a fenfible pathetic letter, fign'd a Citizen ; 
 he laments the internal ftate of this country, and you 
 made it the infernal flate ; when he exclaimed fad re- 
 verfe ! you made him cry out fad reverie; he difap- 
 proved of all national reflections, you made him difap- 
 prove of all rational reflections; and talking of the fate 
 of empires, you him fay the fat of empires; now as 
 there are fo many (landing jokes about citizens being 
 fond of 'fat, (whether turtle fat or venifon fat) this un- 
 lucky miftake quite fpoil'd the letter, difobliged my 
 friend the Citizen, and " all the fat was in the fire." 
 And here I cannot help taking notice of a paragraph 
 fome time fince, containing an account of the election 
 of a worthy Alderman for a certain ward, when inftead 
 of faying he was duly elected, you faid he was dully 
 elected, and thereby afforded a handle for breaking 
 fome common-place jefts, on that refpeclable body of 
 
 men* 
 
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 men, the Court of Aldermen. Another time, in the 
 account of an entertainment given by a worthy Al- 
 derman, to the Deputy and Common Council of his 
 ward, where they dined on the turtle, you faid they 
 died on the turtle ; as if they had all ate till they 
 choak'd or burft ; whereas, on the contrary, it was 
 extremely remarkable, that none either over -ate them- 
 felves, or caught a furfeit that day. 
 
 From feveral articles, Mr. Woodfall, one would be 
 apt to conclude, that you were no great geographer \ 
 for you tell us of Corfairs fitted out from Turin, inftead 
 of Tunis ; and that the Cbinefe had revolted againft the 
 Spaniards, inftead of the Chilefe \ now, though thefe 
 two nations are on different fides of the globe, I fup- 
 pofe you thought they were near neighbours, being 
 within an ell of each other. Laft year, when the Ruf- 
 fian fleet took the Ifle of Lemnos, you told us that part 
 of the fquadron remained at the Ifle of Candy, and the 
 reft were going to attack the Ifle of Lemons j you fup- 
 pofed, no doubt, that Candy was a fug a r ifland, and 
 that they were gone to the Ifle of Lemons for fruit, and 
 fo between them to fupply the fleet (pro bono publico) 
 with punch. 
 
 You have fometimes treated the Ruffians very inju- 
 rioufly, by calling them Ruffians; and one day you 
 told us, the combined army of the Turks and Tartars 
 (inftead of a Kami) was commanded by a Ram j as if 
 they had been a parcel of fheep : and when it was ex- 
 pected the two armies were coming to aelion, you faid 
 ihey were coming to Aclon ; and as there was a confi - 
 K 4 derable 
 
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 derable fall of flocks about that time, I have reafon to 
 think it was owing to the above report, or to fome 
 other equally alarming. 
 
 I trembled for you during the whole time of the con - 
 grefs at Fockzany, 'tis a ticklifh word in the hands of a 
 carelefs compohtor ; and one does not know what ter- 
 rible work he might make of it: Apropos, it is not long 
 fince you advertiled a view of the canal of Venice, and 
 and you made it the canal of Venus : and in the ac- 
 count of a houfebrcaking, inftead of the rogues broke 
 in at the window, you faid they broke in at the widow. 
 When you informed us that a certain lady was gone 
 to pafs the holidays, at her country feat near Cory don, 
 every reader fuppofed that fome fcandal was meant, till 
 the next day, when we learnt that there was no Cory- 
 don in the cafe, and that her ladyfhip was only gone to 
 her country feat near Croydon. 
 
 One day you told us, that fome Englifh Lord, (whofe 
 name I forgot) was arrived at Naples with his tabor; 
 travelling with a tabor feemed to be an odd Kind of 
 conceit -, but his Lordfhip (apparement) was fond of 
 mufic, though the tabor and pipe feemed more adapted 
 to a lugged bear, than a Lord on his travels ; thus ive 
 reafoned, till the erratum of next day, defired us " for 
 tabor, to read tutor" 
 
 If your compofitors are bad geographers, they are at 
 leaf! as bad arithmeticians : wherever fums occur, they 
 are fure to make a bad figure; I remember at different 
 times laft year, they made the compul/atory India loan, 
 J4000, 14.0000, and fumetimes 14,000,000: in fhort, 
 
 they 
 
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 ♦jicy have no adequate idea of figures ; and as to cy« 
 pbcrs, they confider them, as truer nothings , and that 
 adding or taking away two or three of them from a 
 fum, makes no difference at all. 
 
 I have known you turn a matter of bear/ay, into a 
 matter of hcrefy ; Damon into a cLvmon ; a delicious 
 girl, into a delirious girl ; the comic rnufc, into a comic 
 moufcj a Jewifh Rabbi , into a Jewifh Rabbit; and 
 when a correfpondent, lamenting the corruption of the 
 times, exclaimed Mores! you made him cry, O Mo- 
 fes! 
 
 You fhould confider, Mr. Printer, that there is a 
 material difference, between acting with the utmoit, 
 Icniiy and utmoit levity; ^between factious and facetious; 
 fellow and felon; imprudent and impudent; refolution 
 and revolution ; runny mead and running mad ; loud 
 profejjions and lewd profeffions ; words and works ; foar- 
 ing and roaring; 1 havies Inn and Thieves Inn; A4i- 
 nutes and minuets j rubies and bubbies; a tube and a 
 tub; all of which words, I have obferved you, Sir, at 
 times, ufe indtfcriminately, 
 
 I know you will fay that the people ought to confider 
 the conftant hurry which attends the publication of a 
 daily paper ; that the Public Advertifer is in fo great 
 rcqueit, and people are fo eager to get it, " with all 
 its imperfections on its head" that you really have not 
 time to be more correct.— -Ah, Matter Woodfall ! it 
 would be well for mankind, if reformation, like cha- 
 ritv, were always to begin at borne; and that people 
 .would try to mend thcmfclvcs^ inilead of bellowing fo 
 
 much 
 
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 much fruitlefs and thanklefs pains in admonifhing their 
 neighbours. You, Sir, have beftowed much time and 
 labour, and oil, floods of ink, and reams of paper, in 
 advifing Miniflers of State, and correcting the mea- 
 fures of government ; and after all, I dare fay, you 
 yourfelf will allow, that they are, at this moment, not 
 one bit better or wifer than when you firft undertook 
 took to mend them. 
 
 Therefore take an old man's advice, friend Wood- 
 fall ; fet a pattern to thy brother printers ; leave for a 
 while the care of the State to thofe who are paid for it ; 
 
 — look at home ; begin a reformation there, and 
 
 w correal thyfeJf for the exa???ple of others." I am, 
 Thy fincere well-wimer, 
 
 EMENDATOR. 
 
 To the Right Hon. Lord NORTH. 
 The Prieji always chrijlens his own Child frjl. 
 
 My Lord, 
 
 YOUR Lordfhip, perhaps, may have read the 
 above old maxim, and will quote it as your apo- 
 logy for the affectionate care you have taken of your 
 brother, while the brothers of your Royal Matter are 
 fuffered to live in obfcurity. As to the fuperior preten- 
 tions of your brother, it will not infult his merit to de- 
 clare, that had he been mine, with as much piety and 
 ability as the Bifhop is allowed to be pofTefTed of, he 
 had been yet an humble curates and as to the others, 
 
 they 
 
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 they verify the obfervation of an eminent divine : " Al- 
 though men are accufed for not knowing their weak- 
 nefs, yet, perhaps, as few know their own ftrength." 
 
 The indigence and policy of Scotland is well under- 
 ftood here. In tnat country, Jock, the Laird's bro- 
 ther, is generally the moft unwelcome gueft in the 
 houfe ; the Laird canna bide his craving, and as the 
 laddi is peur, he may ay divert himfel wi the ten- 
 nants laffes, but he manna wed for fear of encreafing 
 the onarable femilie wi a difonarable rale o[ beggars. 
 It is here alio too often experienced, that i€ poverty 
 parts good company." Your Lordfhip has alfo pro- 
 bably heard of this, and having prudently prevented 
 the difunion of your own family, have left the reft of 
 mankind to do as much for themielves. 
 
 The unhappy fituation of the Royal Brothers may 
 beufeful to a few around his Majefty's perfon, but it 
 muft.be difadvantageous to the King and the majority 
 of his people. The policy of dividing them is plain, 
 as their natural ftrength is thereby broken, and their 
 feparate weaknefles eafily managed. Were the contrarv 
 the cafe, and that a K. a Captain General, and Lord 
 High Admiral were united as brethren, it would be to 
 themfelves an unconquerable ftrength, and tothekingr 
 dom (in a few years) give union, felicity, and honour. 
 The number of courtiers that this fcheme would dis- 
 place, andofcourfe difpleafe, muft produce an inun- 
 dation of arguments againft it ; the old cant would be 
 revived ; the danger of the ftate, of arbitrary power, 
 and the inability of the family would be roared about 
 
 in 
 
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 in every cofFce-houfc, and wrote upon in every news- 
 paper. 
 
 Againft a plan of this fort, the whole power of party, 
 of corruption, placemen, and penfioners, befide the 
 crowd of expectants, would unite to defeat: it, and the 
 fears and jealoufies of the people would affift ; yet wild 
 and impoiiible as it may fcem, while it appears clear to 
 me, that any three men are more eafily fatisfied than 
 the many hundreds complained of, I mall always be- 
 for trying fome fuch eftablifhment. 
 
 It is amazing to fee men fo blind to their own inte> 
 reft, or, feeing their intereft, fo irrefolute in a laudable 
 purfuit of it. The lofs of one fure friend cannot be too 
 much lamented, nor tco much given to regain him. 
 Swift fays, " There is none fo low as not to be in a 
 capacity of affifting the higher, nor none fo high as not 
 to want the afiiftance of the loweit." If this may be 
 depended on, furely the friendfhip of brethren is of 
 great confequence to each other; trifles ought not to 
 part them : and now, my Lord, if any one enquire the 
 crimes for which the D — s of G. and C. fuller their 
 
 good br 's difpleafure, I fear it will not be for thofe 
 
 deeds which even the worft men are afhamed to counte- 
 nance, but fuch as the bed men fay are virtuous. 
 
 Their marrying here may be impolitic ; but to con- 
 fider it criminal, is an high affront to thofe who toil for 
 them, and to the country that gave them birth. On 
 thisoccafion, I truftit will not be improper to fay, that 
 if our Princes mull: be driven abroad, at our expence, 
 for marrying here^ they had better be kept abroad from 
 
 their 
 
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 their youth, where they would create natural friend* 
 fhips and affections with thofe they are permitted to 
 marry : this would fave them from much anxiety arid 
 flander, and fave us from much expence and fcandal ; 
 for, as it is thought, England fhould only give them 
 w — res, I would propofe, that the honoured country 
 which gave them wives, mould alio o-ive them bread. 
 
 From their prefent Majefties, we have many reafons 
 for expecting a numerous offspring ; and from the mar- 
 riage act, and paft experience, the parents of the pre- 
 fent race of youthful beauties, and the happy hufbands 
 of the faired, wives, may look forward with fear and 
 trembling. For eleven or twelve years pail, we have 
 been racking our invention for new language, to con- 
 gratulate every additional blefling we received bv a fur- 
 ther fecurityfrom popery, flavery, and arbitrary power ; 
 and in fix or feven years more, fome fortunate families 
 may reap the benefits from thole bulwarks of freedom 
 and -he proteftant religion. The Royal youth may do 
 any thing but marry, and the innocent fair ones may 
 be civil, repent, and mourn. 
 
 My Lord, there is a power in royalty, that by the 
 help of vanity, will infmuate itfelf thro' the itrongeft 
 gates ; nor can the higheft walls obftrudr, its progrefs. 
 Birth, titles, and riches, humble themfelves before the 
 noble vifitor, and admit him to freedoms that the mar- 
 riage act encourages, affifts, and juflifies. With thefe 
 advantages, no one will believe a Prince of this family 
 more lifelefsor debilitated than other youthful men, nor 
 
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 lefs fenfible to the charms of our fair country women : 
 either to fuppofe them ever out of temptation's way, or 
 never to be tempted, is ridiculous. What mult they 
 do ? or what could others have done ? If religion can 
 palliate the difparity of marrying parties, the brothers 
 mav be eafily reconciled ; but if it cannot, will any 
 reafonable man fay, that the humbleft K. that ever 
 
 England had, would look towards M for a wife, 
 
 had he not been a proteftant ? As to the brothers of his 
 prefcnt M. circumftanced and provided for as they 
 were, what defirable alliance or augmentation of either 
 fortune or honour had been acquired to themfelves or 
 the nation, if the daughters of Strelitz had fallen to 
 their fhare ? Would the K. be happier with fuch a 
 connection and its followers ? or would the people 
 
 more pleafantly provide for the offspring of G , 
 
 than for the natives of their own country ? 
 
 And here, my Lord, your goodnefs will permit me 
 to obferve, that as the difference between thefe Gen- 
 tlemen happen from no merit or demerit of their own, 
 fo the fame may be faid of fome of their Ladies ; for, 
 were the important choice of Q^— ns determined by the 
 excellence of their (enk, the goodnefs of their nature, 
 or the innocence of their manners, or even the dignity 
 of their families, there had not been an I — L — of 
 
 S — n, a of R — , or a of E — ; or, if we may 
 
 venture to believe a graceful, elegant form, with fupe- 
 rior beauty, are not the works of chance, but the va- 
 luable gifts of an infinite wifdom for fome good pur- 
 pofe, it will not be preemption to fay, that were K. 
 
 lefs 
 
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 lefs governed by avarice or pride than by nature, and 
 the unerring and vifible hand of Heaven, every Queen 
 would be more agreeably diftinguifhed and adorned by 
 the favour of the Almighty Maker, than by the crowns 
 that too often difguife deformity, unbecoming cunning, 
 and hypocri fy. 
 
 [n former days, when Britifh wifdom and Britifh va- 
 lour were in as high efteem as now, the grand council 
 of this nation, with the afiiftance of the ableft phyfi- 
 cians, confulted together on the choice of a wife for the 
 illuftrious Edward the Third, and the Princefs of Hai- 
 nault was choien in preference to wealth, family, or 
 more powerful alliance, becaufe fhe was poiTefTed of all 
 thofe requifites that moft probably promifed health, 
 ftrength, and beauty, to the royal ilTue. This extra- 
 ordinary care was amply repaid by a Prince of this mar- 
 riage, who lived to acquire unrival'd renown. " He 
 was luxuriantly endowed with every gift of nature, un- 
 precedented in former ftory, and unequalled fince ; and 
 fuch were his military powers, that all Europe confl- 
 dered him as the moft invincible hero of the as;e in 
 
 which he lived : he never fought a battle he did not 
 
 • ... 
 
 gam, nor undertook an enterprize in which he did not 
 
 fucceed." 
 
 Thefe defir able confequences are to be only expected 
 from a rational marriage, and mould be a pleafant en- 
 couragement for the prefent generation, to adopt an 
 example fo crovvn'd with fuccefs, inftead of facriiking 
 the happinefs of the Prince to the apparent policy of 
 the (late. There are too many living monuments of 
 
 diftreffed 
 
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 diftrefTed royalty, not to fee the folly of it, or to wifh 
 the continuance of a practice that their kingdoms have 
 long felt the evil of. 
 
 The gallant Charles the Second fubmitted to the po- 
 litical fafhion of the times, and, venturing like ano- 
 ther King in the lottery for a wife, was fortunate in 
 wealth and alliance, but gave his hand where he could 
 not give his heart, and flamed a long reign with diffi- 
 pation, debauchery, prodigality, folly, and extrava- 
 gance. His diflike for the Queen begat various con- 
 nections, and a numerous, expenfive family for the na- 
 tion to maintain, and at laft dying without proper if- 
 fue, left the nation involved in debt and difficulties, 
 and his crown to a papift, an elderly, pofitive man, 
 whofe only merit was caufing that glorious Revolution 
 which gave us a new and immortal King, with many 
 new faces, new penfions, new taxes, and fowed thofe 
 feeds of rebellion and corruption that deftroyed or im- 
 poverifhed one-half of the people, and greatly difho- 
 noured the other. 
 
 This fubject I quit, to make one remark for the ho- 
 nour of England. The great fuccefs that encourages 
 our care and attention to the breed of our horfes and 
 other cattle, have made them as famous abroad for their 
 beauty and excellency, as many of our fine boned 
 N — y and G — y are at home for the debility of their 
 perfons, or inconftancy of their wives; and thefe effects 
 mult continue, while no expence or trouble is fpared, 
 travelling the globe in queft of the fineft cattle, and 
 
 while 
 
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 while avarice and paltry confiderations in the human 
 fpecies, get the better of good fenfe and nature, and 
 propagate that fceblenefs and mifery to their delicate 
 children, that makes them remember their parents 
 with more contempt and pity than duty or affection. 
 
 On recollecting my text, it brings to my remem- 
 brance the variety of brothers, and others, who have 
 
 been well taken care of, from her M y's and Lord 
 
 Bute's, thro' the feveral names of M'Kenzie, Keith, 
 your Lordfhip's, and many others ; while the Royal 
 fufferers have been fo unkindly, nay, fnamcfully ne- 
 glected, that their marriages became criminal, becaufe 
 they cannot live royally. 
 
 If your Lordfhip wimes unity to the family of your 
 bell: friend, your ailiftance may promote it ; and tho* 
 they know it, their pride may forbid them to requeft it 
 of one who has exemplified fuch a partiality to his own 
 family, and fuch a neglect, to that of his greateft bene- 
 factor. 
 
 The difficulties of providing for the different branches 
 of the Royal Family in this country, are principally 
 owing to the difinclination or timidity of Majefty, or 
 to the avarice and temerity of his minifters ; the firft 
 fearing to difoblige his people, and the others unwil- 
 ling to difoblige themfelves. In the different depart- 
 ments of ftate, there are employments that have been 
 thought honourable for the firft Princes in Europe; fuf- 
 ficiently honourable, I will fay, for any King's brother, 
 and fufficiently lucrative alfo to give them that digni- 
 L fied 
 
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 fied appearance, becoming their high birth and {la- 
 tions. 
 
 If our hiftory informs us right, we have had the heir 
 apparent a Bifhop of Winchefter, who was afterwards 
 a King of England ; alfo a King's brother, and a 
 King's nephew, Bifhops of that fee. Our armies have 
 been honoured with the fervice of crowned heads, and 
 our navy have been equally honoured ; but if the power 
 of party or policy, or tenacious jealoufy, prevent a 
 provifion from any of thefe refources, or frcm the law,, 
 furely the generofity of that people is not extinct, who 
 {o liberally provided for the numerous iflue of thofe 
 focial ladies, who enlivened the jovial court of Charles 
 the Second. 
 
 But without interfering with any of the worthy cour- 
 tiers places or penfions, their profits or perquifites, 
 or incumbering the fubjecl: with new import or tax ; 
 what law or reafon can there be againft his Majefty's 
 giving between his brothers, the whole or fome part of 
 the New Foreft, which would nobly provide for them- 
 felves now, and their families hereafter ? 
 
 Surely this would be fully as natural and proper as 
 the many gifts of the Crown to the bawlers in both 
 Houfes of Parliament, that have been filenced in our 
 times by fuch means. 
 
 His Majefty's refcntment, I mufl believe the refent- 
 ment of a King ; and I truft, while he remembers he is 
 their King, he will not forget he is their brother. 
 
 PYLADES. 
 
 On 
 
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 On the Ladies Tetes. 
 
 INSTEAD of hair, bright Caslia wears a tete 
 Of frowfy wool, to hide a fhaven pate. 
 — As ftript of leaves a beauteous plant becomes 
 A dirty mop, and fhines with greafy thrums. 
 
 Written on a Window. 
 
 WISE was the man with emblematic hand, 
 Who firft on this tranfparent plate of fand 
 The name of woman, Nature's fairefl queen, 
 Difplay'd, engraven with the diamond keen : 
 Well knew he, that the glafs and jewel join'd, 
 Were trueft emblems of her face and mind. 
 In bounteous woman, for from woman flows 
 The fource of ev'ry blefling life beftows, 
 A thoufand charms, a thoufand faults unite, 
 As frail as glafs, tho' as the diamond bright. 
 
 T. H. L 
 
 M 2 THAMI* 
 
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 Thames and the Doctor. 
 
 Addfsffed to the Pr — v— ft of E . In imitation 
 
 of the i$th Ode of the firft book of Horace. 
 
 Paftor cum traheret per freta navibus 
 Idaeis Helenam perfidus hofpitam, 
 Ingrato celeres obruit otio 
 Ventos, ut canefet fera 
 Nereus fata — 
 
 Cambridge, Feb. I, 1774. 
 
 HALF limp, half ftrut, as Jerry hy'd, 
 In hafte along by Thames's fide ; 
 The God emerging from the flood, 
 Before his eyes in perfon ftood. 
 Though ufed to play the bully's part, 
 Jerry a coward was at heart ; ■ 
 And now 'gan every limb to quiver, 
 Thus flernly fpoke the injur'd river: 
 
 6 Well may 'ft thou, wretched caitiff, fear, 
 
 c Yet flop, unwelcome truths to hear ; 
 
 c Juft object of old Thames's hate, 
 
 c Too good already is thy fate : 
 
 c Curs'd be the hour that e'er beguil'd, 
 
 c On thy deftrucTive reign I fmil'd ; 
 
 c If pleas'd the numbers fj urvey'd, 
 
 c That on my crouded margin play'd j 
 
 6 Of ills to come I little thought, 
 
 6 And gold by fax too dearly bought j 
 
 « That 
 
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 * c That faction's roar fnould foon again 
 " Thin, and difturb my peaceful plain : 
 * c In this once pure and holy made, 
 " That youth by venal flatt'ry fed, 
 " And ftroak'd with fycophantic wit, 
 M To wholefome rule would ne'er fubmit ; 
 " Whom pleas'd and happy thou fhould'ft fee, 
 " That none could foothe or fway like thee. 
 " Curs'd be the hour that e'er beguil'd, 
 " On bafe, though thriving arts I fmil'd -, 
 " Punim'd for this I fee thee made 
 " The tyrant of my watery glade ; 
 " And hear thee, proud as fwelling K — pp — 1, 
 " With brawls profane yon facred chapel j 
 " But not in thine the crozier (lands, 
 " Refcrv'd for his, and worthier hands; 
 " See where the ftately Ch — ft — r goes ! 
 ." How prim, and gentle L — nd — ft'rofe ! 
 
 " Where clofely follows well drefs'd M re, 
 
 " And H -d the foe of painted whore ; 
 
 " Modcft, yet high upon the lift, 
 
 <c Riding prophetic Antichrift. 
 
 " Though jockey'd once by thee, a fteed 
 
 *' D — mp — r now drives, of better fpeed. 
 
 " Behold him touch the rochet firft ! 
 
 <c While you with fpleen and envy burft. 
 
 <{ Vain is the ftale and labourd joke, 
 
 *' Vain what to wond'ring fquires you fpoke, 
 
 *' When keen and eloquent as M — rr — y, 
 
 * 4 You put up candidates for Surry. 
 
 L 3 <c Be 
 
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 u Be wife, — thy myrmidons and rule, 
 
 <c Make this a hut, and that a tool ; 
 
 <c And having flatter'd much in vain, 
 
 cc Be flatter'd in your turn again. 
 
 <c Poor boys infultingly upbraid, 
 
 ie By charity with being fed ; 
 
 w A charity, in evil hour, 
 
 <c Which gave thee bread, and wealth, and pow'r, 
 
 <e Might deck a hofpitable board, 
 
 " But helps to fwell a mifer's hoard. 
 
 " No more the fmiling courtier teaze, 
 
 " But fet your reftlefs heart at eafe, 
 
 c< Nor think of mitres e'er it dawn, 
 
 M Nor dream at night in fleeves of lawn. 
 
 The EXPOSTULATION. 
 To Delia, by Lord G. 
 
 I. 
 
 FOR ever, O ! mercilefs fair, 
 Will that cruel indifPrence endure ? 
 Can thofe eyes look me into defpair, 
 And that heart be unwilling to cure ? 
 
 II. 
 
 If I love will you doom me to die, 
 
 Or, if I adore you, upbraid ? 
 Can that breaft the leaft pity deny 
 
 To the wretch which your beauty has made ? 
 
 How 
 
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 in. 
 
 How oft what I felt to difguife 
 
 Has my reafon imperioufly ftrove, 
 Till my foul almoft fell from my eyes, 
 
 In the tears of the tendered love ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Till render'd unable to flow, 
 
 By the torture's excefs which I bore, 
 
 That nature funk under the woe, 
 Or only recover'd to more. 
 
 V. 
 Then Delia, determine my fate, 
 
 Nor let me to madnefs be drove ; 
 But, O ! do not tell me you hate, 
 
 If you even refolve not to love. 
 
 The REPLY. By Lady Mary S. 
 
 O! CEASE to mourn, unhappy youth, 
 Or think this bofom hard : 
 My tears, alas ! muft own your truth, 
 And wifh it could reward. 
 
 II. 
 
 Th' excefs of unabating woe, 
 
 This tortur'd bread endures, 
 Too well, alas ! muft make you know, 
 
 The pain that dwells in your's. 
 
 L 4 Con- 
 
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 III. 
 Condemn'd, like you, to weep in vain, 
 
 I feek the darkeft grove 5 
 And fondly bear the fharpeft pain 
 
 Of never-hoping love. 
 
 IV. 
 
 My wafted day, in endlcfs fighs, 
 
 No found of comfort hears; 
 And morn bat breaks on Delia's eyes 
 
 To wake her into tears. 
 
 V. 
 
 If fleep fhould lend her friendly aid, 
 
 In fancy I complain ; 
 And hear fome fad, fome wretched maid, 
 
 Or fee fome perjur'd fwain. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then ceafe thy fuit, fond youth, O ceafe, 
 
 Or blame the fates alone ; 
 For how can I reftore your peace, 
 
 Who quite have loft my own f 
 
 The CHOICE of a WIFE, 
 
 WHENE'ER, my friend, you chance to find 
 A female who attracts your mind, 
 Your choice awhile fufpend ; 
 Examine nicely fir ft her heart, 
 Jf incorrupt, if free from art j 
 To that, be fure, attend. 
 
 For 
 
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 For beauty foon familiar grows, 
 Or fades, as hourly fades the rofe, 
 
 Frail tenant of decay ! 
 But virtue, life's extremeft length 
 Improving, fhines, and grows in ftrength, 
 
 With each fucceeding day. 
 
 This is the beauty worth your care, 
 And not the cheek, the lip, the hair, 
 
 The eye, the teeth, the mien ; 
 If no deformity difgrace, 
 You'll foon think that a lovely face, 
 
 Where truth and honour reign. 
 
 Be then the purpofe of her heart, 
 Whom of yourfelf you'd make a part, 
 
 Confirm'd and well inform'd 
 In all things moraj, and divine; 
 The virtues more attractive mine, 
 
 By true devotion vvarm'd. 
 
 Thofe virtues ftill have lead allay, 
 And belt will bear the ftricl: allay, 
 
 That on religion grow ; 
 Others to fear, or intereft, yield, 
 Or fhrink, or meanly quit the field, 
 
 When ftorms of paflion blow. 
 
 Let no vain fuperftitious fears 
 Create imaginary cares ; 
 
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 X X thofe, who mean the beff, 
 Who've only honeft ends in view, 
 Will carefully thofe ends purfue, 
 
 And leave to Heaven the reft. 
 
 If gratitude her bofom fwell ; 
 
 If there, kind, generous, pity dwell,. 
 
 Meeknefs, and manly fenfe ; 
 If no defire for drefs, or play, 
 Can lead her fteady heart away, 
 
 Fear not her innocence. 
 
 Fair virtue, honour, candour, truth, 
 Alone maintain the charms of youth 
 
 Through every ftage of life : 
 Thefe with new luftre ever glow, 
 And, every day, new charms bellow 
 
 Upon the friends- — the Wife. 
 
 Thofe light the lamp of pure defire, 
 Thefe fan the eJesr, celeftial fire, 
 
 Bright flame of lafting love ; 
 While pracxis'd looks, and airs, and fmiles, 
 And art, that thoughtlefs men beguiles, 
 
 But flafhcs — meteors prove. 
 
 The 
 
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 The CHOICE of a HUSBAND. 
 By a Lady. 
 
 YOU afk, if the thing to my choice were fub- 
 mitted, 
 You afk how I'd wifh in a man to be fitted ? 
 I'll anfwer you freely, but beg you to mind him ; 
 Your fricndfhip, perhaps, may affift me to find him. 
 
 His age and condition fliall firftbe confider'd — 
 The rofe on his cheek fliould be blown, but not wi- 
 
 thcr'd ; 
 He mould be, then — but, hark ye ! a word in your ear, 
 Don't you think five-and-tvvcnty would fit to a hair? 
 
 His fortune, from debts and incumbrances clear, 
 Unfaddled with jointures, a thoufand a year : 
 Tho', to mew you at once, my good fenfe and good 
 
 nature, 
 I'd not quarrel much, mould it chance to be greater. 
 
 The qualities, next, of his heart and his head — 
 Good-natur'd, and friendly, fincere, and well-bred ; 
 With wit, when he pleas'd, on all fubje£ts to mine, 
 And fenfe, not too great to fet value on mine : 
 
 His learning, and judgment, mould feldom appear; 
 And his courage be fhewn, but when danger is near ; 
 With an eye, that can melt at another man's woe, 
 A heart to forgive, and a hand, to beftow. 
 
 Ne 
 
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 No coxcomb who boafts of his knowledge, or arts ; 
 Nor ftiff with his learning, nor proud of his parts ; 
 No dull, folemn blockhead, who'd fain be thought 
 
 wife ; 
 For, a fool I deteft, and a fop I defpife. 
 
 Thus I've try'd to mark out, in thefe whimfical lays, 
 The partner I wifh for the reft of my days : 
 Go find out the lad that is form'd to my plan ; 
 And him I will marry — I mean if I can. 
 
 But, if it fhould chance there's a proverb, you 
 
 know, 
 
 T hat marriage and hanging by deftiny go . 
 
 Should it happen that fate hath fome other in (lore, 
 The reverfe of the picture I gave you before : 
 
 Should I chance to be curft with a fop, or a fool, 
 Too perverfe to be rul'd, yet too filly to rule, 
 
 What, then, could be done ? Without f ghting, or 
 
 arguing, 
 I think I would e'en make the bell: of my bargain : 
 
 I'd fit down content with the lot that is mine, 
 And, tho' I might fmart, yet I would not repine — 
 You may laugh, ifyoupleafe; but I'll fwear that I 
 
 would 
 Do all I have told ycu — I mean if I could. 
 
 SPRAYER 
 
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 A PRAYER to INDIFFERENCE. 
 By Mrs. Greville. 
 
 OFT I've implor'd the gods in vain, 
 And pray'd till I've been weary j 
 For once I'll ftrive my wifh to gain. 
 Of Oberon, the fairy. 
 
 Sweet airy being, wanton fprite, 
 
 Who liv'fr. in woods unfcen, 
 And oft by Cynthia's filver light, 
 
 Trips gayly o'er the green. 
 
 If e'er thy pitying heart was mov'd, 
 
 (As ancient ftories tell,) 
 And for th' Athenian maid, who lov'd, 
 
 Thou fought'ft a wond'rous fpell. 
 
 Oh ! deign once more t' exert thy pow'r - y 
 
 Haply fome herb or tree, 
 Sov'reign as juice from wcflern flow'r, 
 
 Conceals a balm for me. 
 
 I afk no kind return in love, 
 
 No tempting charm to pleafe ; 
 Far from that heart fuch gifts remove, 
 
 Which fighs for peace and eafe. 
 
 Nor eafe, nor peace, that heart can know 
 
 That, like the needle true, 
 Turns at the touch of joy or woe, 
 
 But, turning, trembles too, 
 
 For 
 
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 For as xhftrefs the foul can wound, 
 
 'Tis plain in each degree ; 
 Blifs goes but to a certain bound, 
 
 Beyond, 'tis agony. 
 Then take this treacherous fenfe of mine. 
 
 Which dooms me ft ill to fmart : 
 Which pleafure can to pain refine, 
 
 To pain new pangs impart ! 
 
 Oh ! hafte to made the fov'reign balm, 
 My fhatter'd nerves new firing ; 
 
 And for my gueft, ferenely calm, 
 The nymph, Indifference, bring! 
 
 At her approach, fee hope, fee fear, 
 
 See expectation fly ; 
 With difappointments in the rear, 
 
 That blaft the purpos'd joy. 
 
 The tears which pity taught to flow, 
 
 My eyes fhall then difown ; 
 The heart which throbb'd for other's woe, 
 
 Shall then fcarce feel its own. 
 
 The wounds which now each moment bleed, 
 
 Each moment then fhall clofe ; 
 And peaceful days fhall ftill fucceed 
 
 To nights of fweet repofe. 
 
 Oh, fairy elf ! but grant me this, 
 
 This one kind comfort fend ; 
 And fo may never-fading blifs 
 
 Thy flow'ry paths attend ! 
 
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 So may the glow-worm's glimmering light 
 
 Thy tiny footfteps lead, 
 To fome new region of delight, 
 
 Unknown to mortal tread ! 
 
 And be the acorn-goblet filPd 
 
 With heav'n's ambrofial dew, 
 From fweeteft, frefheft flow'rs diitill'd, 
 
 That filed frefh fweets for you. 
 
 And what of life remains for me 
 
 I'll pafs in fober eafe ; 
 Half-pleas'd, contented will I be, 
 
 Content but half to pleafe. 
 
 TWO LOVE ELEGIES. 
 
 Argelitanas mavis habitare Tabemas, 
 
 Cum tibi, parvc liber y fcrinia nojlra vacciiu 
 
 Nefcis, heul nefcis domints Faftidia Roma: 
 Crede mihi, nhmum martla turba faplt. 
 
 JEtherias^ lafa've, cupis volitare per auras : 
 /, fuge\ fed poteras tutior ejfe doftii. 
 
 Martial, 
 
 ELEGY. I. 
 
 ?' | ^IS night, dead night; and o'er the plaia 
 
 JL Darknefs extends her ebon ray, 
 While wide along the gloomy fcene 
 
 Deep Silence holds her folemn fway ; 
 
 Throuehout 
 
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 Throughout the earth no chearful beam 
 
 The melancholic eye furveys, 
 Save where the worm's fantaftic gleam 
 
 The 'nighted traveller betrays ; 
 The favage race (fo Heaven decrees) 
 
 No longer through the foreft rove ; 
 All nature reds, and not a breeze 
 
 Difturbs the ftillnefs of the grove : 
 All nature refts ; in Sleep's foft arms 
 
 The village fwain forgets his care : 
 Sleep, that the fting of Sorrow charms, 
 
 And heals all fadnefs but defpair : 
 Defpair, alone, her power denies ; 
 
 And, when the fun withdraws his rays, 
 To the wild beach, diffracted, flies, 
 
 Or, chearlefs through the defart ftrays : 
 Or, to the church-yard's horrors led, 
 
 While fearful echoes burft around, 
 On fome cold ftone he leans his head, 
 
 Or throws his body on the ground. 
 To fome fuch drear and folemn fcene, 
 
 Some friendly power direcl: my way, 
 Where pale Misfortune's haggard train, 
 
 Sad luxury! delights to ftray : 
 Wrapp'd in the folitary gloom, 
 
 Retir'd from life's fantaftic crew, 
 Refign'd, I'll wait my final doom, 
 
 And bid the bufy world adieu. 
 
 The 
 
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 The world has now no joy for me ; 
 
 Nor can life, now, one pleafure boaft ; 
 Since all my eyes defir'd to fee, 
 
 My wi(h, my hope, my all, is loft ; 
 Since fhe, fo form'd to pleafe and blefs, 
 
 So wife, fo innocent, fo fair, 
 Whofe converfe fweet, made forrow lefs, 
 
 And brighten'd all the gloom of care, 
 Since fhe is loft :— Ye powers divine! 
 
 What have I done, or thought, or (aid ? 
 O fay! what horrid act of mine, 
 
 Has drawn this vengeance on my head ? 
 Why mould Heaven favour Lycon's claim ? 
 
 Why are my heart's bcft wifhes croft ? 
 What fairer deeds adorn his name ? 
 
 What nobler merit can he boaft ? 
 What higher worth in him was found, 
 
 My true heart's fervice to outweigh ? 
 A fenfelefs fop!— a dull compound 
 
 Of fcarcely animated clay ! 
 He drefs'd indeed, he danc'd with eafe, 
 
 And charm'd her, by repeating o'er 
 Unmeaning raptures in her praifc, 
 
 That twenty fools had faid before : 
 But I, alas ! who thought all art 
 
 My paflion's force would meanly prove, 
 Could only boaft an honeft heart, 
 
 And claim'd no merit but my love. 
 
 M Have 
 
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 Have I not fate— Ye confcious hours, 
 
 Be witnefs— while my Stella Tung, 
 From morn to eve, with all my powers 
 
 Rapt in the enchantment of her tongue!- 
 Ye confcious hours, that faw me ftand, 
 
 Entranc'd in wonder, and furprife, 
 In filent rapture prefs her hand, 
 
 With pafiion burfling from my eyes. 
 Have I not lov'd ?— O earth, and heaven f 
 
 Where, now, is all my youthful boaft ? 
 The dear exchange I hop'd was given 
 
 For flighted fame, and fortune loft ! 
 Where, now, the joys that once were mine ? 
 
 Where all my hopes of future blifs ? 
 Muft I thofe joys, thefe hopes refign ? 
 
 Is all her friendfhip come to this? 
 Muft, then, each woman faithlefs prove j 
 
 And each fond lover be undone? 
 Are vows no more!— Almighty Love! 
 
 The fad remembrance let me fhun ! 
 It will not be my honeft heart 
 
 The dear, fad image ftill retains : 
 And, fpite of reafon, fpite of art, 
 
 The dreadful memory remains. 
 Ye powers divine, whofe wond'rous (kill 
 
 Deep in the womb of Time can fee, 
 Behold, I bend me to your will, 
 
 Nor dare arraign your high decree ! 
 
 Let 
 
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 Let her be blefs'd with health, with eafe f 
 
 With all your bounty has in flore ; 
 Let forrow cloud my future days, 
 
 Be Stella blefs'd !— I afk no more. 
 But lo! where, high in yonder Eaft, 
 
 The ftar of Morning mounts apace ! 
 Hence— let me fly th' unwelcome gueft, 
 
 And bid the mufe's labour ceafe. 
 
 ELEGY II. 
 
 WHEN young, life's journey I began, 
 The glittering profpecl charm'd my eyes, 
 I faw along th' extended plain 
 
 Joy after joy fucceflive rife : 
 And Fame her golden trumpet blew ; 
 
 And Power difplay'd her gorgeous charms ; 
 And Wealth engaged my wandering view ; 
 
 And Pleafure woo'd me to her arms : 
 To each, by turns, my vows 1 paid, 
 
 As Folly led me to admire ; 
 While Fancy magnify'd each (hade; 
 
 And Hope encreas'd each fond defire. 
 But foon I found 'twas all a dream ; 
 
 And learn'd the fond purfuit to fhun, 
 Where few can reach their purpos'd aim, 
 
 And thoufandsj daily, are undone : 
 
 M 2 And 
 
[ *7* ] 
 
 And Fame, I found, was empty air ; 
 
 And Wealth had Terror for her gueft * 
 And Pleafure's path was ftrewn with care j 
 
 And Power was vanity at beft. 
 Tir'd of the chace, I gave it o'er ; 
 
 And, in a far fequefter'd fhade, 
 To Contemplation's fober power 
 
 My youth's next fervices I paid. 
 There Health and Peace adorn'd the fcene ; 
 
 And oft, indulgent to my prayer. 
 With mirthful eye, and frolic mien, 
 
 The mufe would deign to vifit there : 
 There would fhe oft, delighted, rove 
 
 The flower-enamell'd vale along; 
 Or wander with me through the grove, 
 
 And liften to the wood-lark's fong ; 
 Or, 'mid the forefi's awful gloom, 
 
 WhilnVwild amazement fill'd my eyes, 
 Recal paft ages from the tomb, 
 
 And bid ideal worlds arife. 
 Thus, in the mufe's favour bleft, 
 
 One wifh alone my foul could frame, 
 And Heaven beftow'd, to crown the reft, 
 
 A friend, and Thyrsis was his name. 
 For manly conftancy, and truth, 
 
 And worth, unconfcious of a ftain, 
 He bloom'd the flower of Britain's youth, 
 
 The boaft and'wonder of the plain'* 
 
 Still 
 
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 Still, with our years, our friendfhip grew ; 
 
 No cares did then my peace deftroy : 
 Time brought pew bleffings, as he flew ; 
 
 And every hour was wing'd with joy; 
 But foon the bli(sful fcene was loft ; 
 
 Soon did the fad reverfe appear ; 
 Love came, like an untimely froif, 
 
 To biaft the promifc of my year. 
 I faw young Daphne's angel form, 
 
 (Fool that I was, I blefs'd the fmart) 
 And, while I gaz'd, nor thought of harm, 
 
 The dear infection feiz'd my heart : 
 She was — at leaft in Damon's eyes — 
 
 Made up of lovelinefs and grace ; 
 Her heart a frrangcr to difguife ; 
 
 Her mind as perfect as her face: 
 To hear her fpeak, to fee her move, 
 
 (Unhappy I, alas! the while) 
 Her voice was joy, her look was love, 
 
 And Heaven was open in her fmile! 
 She heard me breathe my amorous prayers, 
 
 She liften'd to the tender ftrain, 
 She heard my fighs, fhe faw my tears, 
 
 And fcem'd, at length, to fhare my pain. 
 She faid fhe lov'd, — and I, poor youth ! 
 
 (How foon, alas ! can hope perfuadc !) 
 Thought all (lie faid no more than truth 3 
 
 And all my love was well repaid. 
 
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 In joys unknown to courts, or kings, 
 
 With her I fate the live-long day, 
 And faid and iook'd fuch tender things, 
 
 As none befide could look, or fay ! 
 How foon can Fortune mi ft the fcene, 
 
 And all our earthly blrfs deftroy ? — 
 Care hovers round, and Griefs fell train 
 
 Still treads upon the heels of Joy. 
 My age's hope, my youth's beft boaft, 
 
 My foul's chief bleiling, and my pride, 
 In one fad moment, all were loft ; 
 
 And Daphne chang'd, and Thyrsis dy'd, 
 O, who, that heard her vows ere-while, 
 
 Could dream thofe vows were infincere ? 
 Or, who could think, that faw her fmile, 
 
 That Fraud could find admittance there ? 
 Yet, (lie was falfe ! — my heart will break! 
 
 Her frauds, her perjuries were fuch — 
 Some other tongue than mine muft fpeak— 
 
 I have not power to fay how much ! 
 Ye fwains, hence warn'd, avoid the bait j 
 
 O fhun her paths, the traitrefs fhun ! 
 Her voice is death, her fmile is fate, 
 
 Who hears or fees her, is undone. 
 And, when Death's hand mail clofe my eye 
 
 (For foon, I know, the day will comej 
 O chear my fpirit with a figh ; 
 
 And grave thefe lines upon my tomb. 
 
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 th EPITAPH. 
 
 GONSIGN'D toduft, beneath this ftone, 
 In manhood's prime is Damon laid j 
 Joylcfs he liv'd, and dy'd unknown 
 
 In bleak Misfortune's barren fhade. 
 Lov'd by the mufe, but lov'd in vain 
 
 'Twas Beauty drew his ruin on ; 
 He faw young Daphne on the plain ; 
 
 He lov'd, believ'd, and was undone: 
 His heart then funk beneath the frorm, 
 
 (Sad meed of unexampled truth) 
 And Sorrow, like an envious worm, 
 
 Devour'd the bloflbm of his youth. 
 Beneath this ftone the youth is laid ■ 
 
 O greet his allies with a tear! 
 May heaven with bleffrngs crown his fhade, 
 
 Ar.d grant that peace he wanted here! 
 
 STANZAS, to , with tkjt fore- 
 going ELEGIES. 
 
 SINCE you permit the lowly mufe 
 This offering at your feet to lay, 
 Her flight with ardour fhe .renews j 
 Nor heeds the perils of the way : 
 
 M 4 If, 
 
[ V& 3 
 
 If, in the poet's artlefs lays, 
 
 Late warbled in his native grove, 
 You find, perchance, one line to praife, 
 
 Or fhould one fentiment approve 3 
 Let critics babble, o'er and o'er, 
 
 Of figures falfe, and accent wrong, 
 Blcft in thy fmile he afks no more 
 
 There muff be merit in the fong. 
 But, when of Epitaph, and Worm, 
 
 Of Death, and Tombs, the bard doth rave, 
 You'll afk, how 'fcap'd he from the ftorm ? 
 
 What power hath fnatch'd him from the grave ? 
 The mufe the fecret will impart ; 
 
 (For what avails it to difguife ?) 
 A fpeck he faw in Daphne's heart, 
 
 That dimm'd the luftre of her eyes. 
 But, had the maid thy power pofTefs'd, 
 
 To bind and ftrengthen Beauty's charm ; 
 The virtues glowing in thy breaft. : 
 
 The graces breathing in thy form : 
 Of manners gentle, and fincere, 
 
 Had Daphne been what is, 
 
 And had Misfortune's ftroke fevere 
 
 Then robb'd him of the promis'd blifs, 
 Too big for words, the deep diffrefs 
 
 Had quickly flopp'd the poet's tongue; 
 O'er-borne by Paffion's wild excefs, 
 
 His heart had funk, unwept, unfung. 
 
 The 
 
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 The youth, too Cure, had " dy'd unknown ;' 
 
 No lover's figh his (hade had blefs'd ; 
 No rude memorial on his (tone 
 
 Had mark'd his afhes from the reft ; 
 Unlefs, perchance, with one kind tear, 
 
 The pitying maid his fate mould mourn, 
 And bid fome happier fervant's care 
 
 To throw a laurel on his urn. 
 
 VERSES to a young Lady, with a nciv edition of 
 Shakefpeare. By the Earl of C . 
 
 POET of Nature, thou whofe boundlefs art 
 Defcrib'd each power that rules the throbbing 
 heart ; 
 Feign'd all that love, that glory e'er infpir'd, 
 That warm'd a Romeo, or a Percy fir'd ; 
 In love's fweet caufe be now thy magic try'd, 
 And charm with future fcenes, my deftin'd bride ! 
 Lo! at thy call, fiends crofs the blafted heath, 
 And rifing fpeclres daunt the pale Macbeth ; 
 Who doom'd by guilt his anxious eyes to caft, 
 On dim Futurity's untravell'd wafte, 
 On alien brows beheld his wrefted crown, 
 Deplor'd the pad, and faw the future frown : 
 Oh, once again thofe wond'rous fpc'lls prepare, 
 With milder vifions paint th' embodied air ! 
 No more in caves let fires infernal glow, 
 Nor call thv phantoms from the world below : 
 
 In 
 
[ '78 ] 
 
 In Laura's fight let Hymen's altar blaze, 
 
 Let Cupid's torch diffufe its brighteft ra\s ; 
 
 Let fmiling hours in feftive circles dance, 
 
 And white-rob'd prieils to meet our fteps advance; 
 
 In diftant view be Love's dear pledges fliewn, 
 
 And all the long fucceffion live our own; 
 
 So round thy favour'd tomb, thy hallow'd urn, 
 
 May ev'ry mule her veftal incenfe burn ; 
 
 Still may thofc laureat brows their honour wear, 
 
 Secure from critics, envy, and Voltaire f 
 
 Still on the ftage thou rear'ft may Garrick Hand, 
 
 For Shakefpeare's lyre o' eys no other hand : 
 
 Still fleep thv page near Laura's pillow plac'd, 
 
 And future comments grace thee like the lad. 
 
 A Pastoral Ballad, Comp&fed one hundred years 
 ago. 
 
 GOOD-NATURE and Courtefy, Men I ween, 
 Twin daughters of Virtue the mother ; 
 Jn features fo like that when fingle they're feen, 
 
 Folks often take one for the other : 
 In gentle complacency, geiture, and grace, 
 
 A difference fcarce could you fee ; 
 Save one, when you fpoke to her, fmiPd in your face; 
 T'other modeftly bended the knee. 
 
 One 
 
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 One fine fummer's morning refolv'd on a roam, 
 
 They rofe with the lark, and as gay, 
 For as they intended to go far from home, 
 
 They drefs'd thcmfclves out for the day : 
 Their bufkiYti they lac'd, io to leave the knee bare, 
 
 And move with a grace unconEn'd ; 
 Their robes that were v/ont to flow loofe in the air, 
 
 Were carclefsly tuck'd up behind. 
 
 Enfhrin'd in a fcarf of a rofe-colour'd hue, 
 
 As fplendid and bright as the morn ! 
 A prefent which Hebe the fair goddefs threw 
 
 O'er their faces the day they were born : 
 While fragrance by Zephyr was pilfer'd away, 
 
 And wafted all over the dale ; 
 Their fair auburn trefles a- loofe in difplay, 
 
 Were wantonly kifsM by the gale. 
 
 Thus array'd for the journey, and each to her mind, 
 
 They chearfully walked on together; 
 Their ftcps were fo light, left no traces behind, 
 
 And their hearts were ad light as a feather : 
 " Far we/hvard," fays Coitrtefy, " lives a fam'd knight, 
 
 " Near a town in the mountains of Kerry; 
 " If fatigu'd, we'll repofe at that feat of delight, 
 
 u He was wont to be courteous and merry. 
 " Erfl often times happy we've fung, dane'd, and play'd, 
 
 " And frolick'd away with each other; 
 " Hand in hand o'er the lawns and the vallies wc 
 " ftray'd, 
 
 u They took us for fitter and brother : 
 
 * c Fame 
 
f 180 ] 
 
 " Fame fays, he's much chang'd fince he took a f» 
 " bride, 
 
 " Who prcfules at the caftle of Dingle ;" 
 <c He fure won't forget us," Good-nature rcply'd, 
 
 "Who carcfb'd us fo often when fingle." 
 
 Thus in chatting along they beguil'd away reft, 
 
 'Till at length they difcovereJ a town j 
 Juft as Sol funk reclin'd upon Thetis' s breaft, 
 
 And eve became dufky and brown, 
 When the caftle they fought for arofe in full view, 
 
 Both their eyes and their hearts to delight ; 
 Whofe fplendid appearance they very well knew, 
 
 And its bountiful owner, the knight. 
 
 As they drew near the gate, they adjufted each grace, 
 
 Which had fuffer'd thro' toil, and the weather, 
 The hair, the rude wind had blown over the face, 
 
 They comb'd in, and tied up together ; 
 Then rapt at the door, and each fent in her name, 
 
 Which announced that Hvo ladies did wait ; 
 Old acquaintance, they faid, and they thought it no' 
 fhame i 
 
 To pay him a vifit, tho' late. 
 
 When a dowdy-like figure, in riding attire, 
 
 With as little of beauty as grace j 
 The cheeks all empurpl'd with fpots red as fire, 
 
 £uiTufing it o'er the whole face : 
 
 With 
 
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 With arms fet a-kimbo, and mafculine air, 
 
 Advanc'd like the caftle's defender ; 
 Tho' the fex none can vouch, as it breeches did wear, 
 
 And feem'd of the epicene gender. 
 
 But a {hrill female voice foon the woman declar'd, 
 
 Which picrc'd like the wind in December ; 
 Availing the ears of the nymphs (who were fcar'd) 
 
 In words they have caufe to remember : 
 " How have ye the confidence, huffeys," ftie cries, 
 
 " At this time of the night to alarm me ? 
 ** The names you lent in are a parcel of lies ; 
 
 " You are trulls'thzt belong to the army. 
 
 " The per/on you've had the affurance to name, , 
 
 " Whofe former acquaintance you boaft ; 
 " It's the worth of his ears to acknowledge your claim; 
 
 " While I'm at the head of the roaft : 
 •« Such trollops (hall never come near his domain,—* 
 
 « So march off, and feek for new places." — 
 Then turn'd on her heel with an air ot dildain, 
 
 And flapt the door full in their faces. 
 
 The LAWYER'S PRAYER. 
 A Fragment. 
 
 ORD AIN'D to tread the thorny ground, 
 Where few, I fear, are found ; 
 Mine, be the confeience void of blame ; 
 The upright heart j the fpotlefs name 5 
 
 The 
 
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 1 
 
 The tribute of the widow's prayer ; 
 
 The righted orphan's grateful tear ! 
 
 To virtue, and her friends, a friend ; 
 
 Still may my voice the weak defend ! 
 
 Ne'er may my proftituted tongue 
 
 Protect th' opprefibr in his wrong ; 
 
 Nor wreft the fpirit of the laws, 
 
 To fan&ify the villain's caufe ! 
 
 Let others, with unfparing hand, 
 
 Scatter their poifon through the land ; 
 
 Enfiame diffention, kindle ftrife ; 
 
 And flrew with ills the path of life ; 
 
 On fuch, her gifts let fortune mower 
 
 Add wealth to wealth, and power to power; 
 
 On me, may favouring heaven beftow, 
 
 That peace, which good men only know. 
 
 The joy of joys, by few poffefs'd, 
 
 The eternal funfhine of the breaff. ! 
 
 Power, fame, and riches, I refign— 
 
 The praife of honefty be mine ; 
 
 That friends may weep, the worthy figh j 
 
 And poor men blefs me when I die ! 
 
 LOVE 
 
[ i«3 ] 
 LOVE ELEGY. To Damon. 
 
 NO longer hope, fond youth, to hide thy pain *, 
 No longer blufh the fecret to impart ; 
 Too well I know what broken murmurs mean, 
 And fighs that burft, half (lifted, from the heart. 
 
 Nor did I learn this (kill by Ovid's rule ; 
 
 The magic arts are to thy friend unknown : 
 I never ftudy'd but m Myras fchool ; 
 
 And only judge thy paffion by my own. 
 
 Believe me, f Love is jealous of his power - y 
 Confefs betimes the influence of the god : 
 
 The ftubborn feel new torments every hour ; 
 To merit mercy, we muft kifs the rod. 
 
 In vain, alas ! you feek the lonely grove, 
 
 And in fad numbers to the names complain : 
 
 The fhade, with kindred foftneis, foothes thy love ; 
 Sad numbers foothe, but cannot cure thy pa,n. 
 
 When Phccbus felt (as ftory fings) the fmart, 
 By the coy beauties of his Daphne fir*d, 
 
 J Not Phoebus felf could profit by his art, 
 
 Though all the Nine the facred lay mfpir'd^ 
 
 * Non ego celari poffirrt, qwH nutus amantis, 
 
 Quidve ferant miti Jenia verba fono. 
 
 Nee mihi funt fortes. TiBci. 
 
 <f Define diflimulate; Deus crudtlius urft 
 
 Quo s videt invitos fuccubuiffc fibi. Tibul» 
 
 X Nee profurjt Domino, quae profunt cmrubus artes. Ovid. 
 
 Even 
 
[ 1 8 4 ] 
 
 Even fhould the maid vouchfafe to hear thy fong, . 
 
 No tender feelings would its forrows raife ; 
 For, Verfe hath mourn'd imagin'd woes fo long, 
 
 She'll hear unmov'd, and, without pitying, praife. 
 
 Nor yet, proud maid, fhould'ft thou refufe thine ear. ; 
 
 Nor are the manners of the poet rude ; 
 Nor pours he not the fympathetic tear, 
 
 His heart by anguifh, not his own fubdu'd. 
 
 When faireft names in long oblivion rot, 
 
 (For faireft names muft yield to wafting time) 
 
 The poet's miftrefs 'fcapes the common lot, 
 And blooms uninjur'd in his living rhyme. 
 
 Imitation of the eighth Ode In the third Book of Horace, 
 by Mr. Harris. 
 
 To the Honourable Thomas Winnington, Ufa\ 
 
 YO U afk why bachelors take ftate ; 
 My little room, my fcanty plate, 
 Thus furbifti'd out for dinner — 
 Eloquent fenator, this treat 
 Was vow'd, when in wine-licence feat, 
 You plac'd a half-ftarv'd finner. 
 
 This day revolving, fliall produce 
 
 My well-wax'd, choiceft, facred juice 
 
 Of claret and Champaign, 
 
 Old Cyprus labelled from renown, 
 
 Of battle fought, or taken town, 
 
 In god-like NafTau's reigrr. * 
 
 Oh ! 
 
[ i$S ] 
 
 O ! Winnington, now freely quaff, 
 Prolong the revels and the laugh, 
 
 Let ftrife and envy vanifh ; 
 P'orget the flate and civil cares, 
 The realms of Auftria rent in fhares, 
 
 Each German conteft banifli. 
 
 Spain fhall fubmit, that flow tam'd-foe^ 
 France quits the meditated blow, 
 
 Herfamifh'd fleet retiring; 
 Soon Ruflia's fons fliall fill the plain, 
 *J he balance England hold a^ain, 
 
 Walpole and George infpiring. 
 
 Of great affairs now warn your hands, 
 And leave the empty houfe to Sands, 
 
 Of bufinefs ever thinking ; 
 
 Let him and Gyb n finifh now, 
 
 The nothing that there's left to do, 
 
 While we fit gayly drinking. 
 
 Forget for once all public cares, 
 All parli'mentary affairs, 
 
 All precedents and order; 
 Not e'en about elections think, 
 Nor figh at the expence of drink, 
 
 Dear glorious recorder. 
 
 But tell when firft by Polly mov'd, 
 
 How great your flame, how much you lov'd, 
 
 N How 
 
[ i86 ] 
 
 How many times you kifs'd her — 
 Poor girl, deferted and forlorn ! 
 This for the night — then in the morn, 
 
 Fly with relays to Worcefter. 
 
 ODE at a celebrated Entertaiwnenf. 
 
 3/np* WAS at a city-feaft for honours won 
 JL By Midasy Mammon's darling fon, 
 Stuck up in folemn ftate 
 His purfe-proud worfhip fat,, 
 A fugar-cafk his throne. 
 The wealthy Aldermen were plac'd around ; 
 The leaft of whom was worth ten thoufand pound ; 
 So fnou'd defert in induftry be crown'd - y 
 
 In all the pomp of Afia's pride, 
 There fat majeftic Nabobs by his fide, 
 Who the poor, proftrate Great-Mogul beftride ; 
 
 Mighty ! mighty ! mighty band ! 
 None but directors empires fhou'd command. 
 
 The more the feaft to grace, 
 The city-mufic had their proper place, 
 Where, to an ancient harp new-ftrung, 
 A bard accompanying fung. 
 
 His fong began 
 With celebration of the man 
 Who, with a noble thirft of glory nVd, 
 To be a member and Lord-May'r afpir'd $ 
 
 lit 
 
I is; ] 
 
 But what was greater {till, 
 With high protefts and low-lif'd words at will, 
 
 A famous orator he grew, 
 
 And all antagonifts o'erthrew > 
 
 He fpeech'd it, rav'd, and bounc'd ; 
 Till foon to bind his brows there was decreed 
 
 A garland of green oyfter-weed, 
 While all, him god of Billingfgate pronounc'd. 
 
 Theliftening croud catch at the ftriking found $ 
 A prefent deity ! the ftucco roofs rewound : 
 
 Great Midas hears, 
 
 Elate appears, 
 
 Affiimes the god, 
 
 Affects to nod, 
 And, bridling, makes his ears. 
 
 The praife of Plutus next enrich'd the (Train, 
 The very worfhipping of whom is gain : 
 The golden pagod, 'fee ! in triumph comes : 
 Sound the trumpets ! beat the drums ! 
 
 How bright his yellow face 
 Shines forth with a refiftlcfs grace ! 
 Prepare your open palms ; he comes ! he comes ! 
 Plutus, ever winning, ever great, 
 The joy of hoarding did the firft create : 
 Sublime the merit 
 Of fuch a fpirit ! 
 Plutus's bleffings are in heaps of treafure ; 
 Money- getting is a noble pleafure j 
 
 N % Rich 
 
[ 188 ] 
 
 Rich the treafure 
 Sweet the pleafure, 
 Sweet the pleafure fprings from gain. 
 
 Though footh'd and flatter'd with the ftrain, 
 Alt das, high-rank'd among the money 'd train, 
 Lefs avaritious ftill than vain, 
 Riches affected to difdain ; 
 
 Which not quite grateful fhow'd 
 Where he his whole importance ow'd : 
 Then looking fine and bluff, 
 He fwore he fortune had enough, 
 Peace and penfion far above, 
 He courted nothing but the people's love \ 
 Money he valued lefs than a good name j 
 And to confirm his claim, 
 Spoke all his fpeeches o'er again, 
 The frothy produce of a windy brain. 
 
 The mailer fees the folly rife, 
 His fwelling cheeks and flatting eyes 5 
 And while with bloated airs he fenfe defy'd, 
 Chang'd his note, and check'd his pride, 
 
 A theme moil pitiful he chofe, 
 
 A theme replete with melting woes ; 
 
 He fung of Midasls friend and great protector, 
 
 The patriot, orator, and hector, 
 
 (Of weathercock, oh! wretched fate !) 
 
 Fall'n ! fall'n ! fall'n ! fall'n ! 
 
 Tall'* 
 
[ i«9 3 
 
 Fall'n from the pinacle of ftate, 
 Where he perch'd had been of late, 
 Deferted, as he oft' had done the nation, 
 By thofe of whom he once had been the admiration : 
 He now, alas ! while ail men flout him, 
 With not a friend to care about him, 
 Dies in a corner like a poifon'd rat. 
 
 With downcaft eyes the fon of Mammon fat 
 Revolving on that foul difgrace, 
 Of levity the common cafe. 
 
 The fongfter-bard well pleas'd to mark 
 Of fenfibility fome fpark, 
 Toceafe his wild-goofe chafe of fame, 
 Wifh'd him to underftand 
 That often in this land 
 Vulgar and popular are quite the fame : 
 The mob, he fung, were much abus'd 
 Who fair pretence tooeafily believ'd, 
 
 And if they chang'd, fhou'd be excus'd, 
 They were not fickle then, but undeceiv'd. 
 
 From pity next for his fad friend, 
 He moves him to the pity of himfelf, 
 Warning him not to fplit on the fame fhelf, 
 Nor labour hard t'atchieve no better end. 
 In the calm ^Eolian meafure, 
 He fings, that virtue is true pleafure, 
 Falfe honour but an empty bubble \ 
 Vanity a toil and trouble 5 
 
 AJife 
 
r 19° i 
 
 A life Co wretchedly employ'd 
 Cou'dn't well be call'd enjoy'd, 
 While not both Indies' wealth, nor vain expence, 
 Cou'd e'er true dignity bellow, 
 Or with a filly arrogance of brow 
 Supply the place of folid fenfe. 
 
 The few applaud the well-meant fong, 
 
 Unpleafing to a trivial throng : 
 From Mammons fon it no attention draws ; 
 Reafoa, with him, was fure to lofe her caufe : 
 With native happinefs opprefs'd, 
 
 Nothing cou'd penetrate his callous breaft; 
 Mufic, in vain, a deeper found explores, 
 He yawns, nods, drops afleep, and fnores. 
 
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 military, of England, Scotland, Ireland, and America. 
 
 A Collection of all the treaties of peace, alliance, 
 and commerce, between Great Britain and other powerf, 
 from 1688 to the prefent time, 2 vols. 12s. 
 
 A Collection of tracts on the fubjects of taxing 
 the colonies in America, and regulating their trade, 
 4 vols, one guinea. 
 
 A Collection of the mod efteemed tracts, pub- 
 lifted in England, from 1763 to the prefent time, 
 8 vols. 2 guineas. 
 
 Printed for J. Almon, oppofite Burlington-houfe, 
 in Piccadilly, London. 
 

 
 
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