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fheads of Strong-Beer drank in a Year pub Jickly, as appears trom the Excife-Books: Yet we have no Market but for FleshMeat, Roots and Greens; and are no great Thoroughfare from or to any Place. To this we may add, 30 or 40 Gin-Houfes, where the Poor rendevous and debauch themselves with that infernal Liquor, in fpite of the Vigilance of the Excife-Officers; for they are fo faithful in Support of the Means of their Debauchery and Rain, that the Officers can procure no Informations against any Perion for felling thofe Liquors, tho' it is conftantly done.
As it appears beyond all Contradiction from thefe Calculations, that the Poor have fuch high Wages, as furnish them with the Means of Luxury and Idleness, how abfurd therefore is it, for the Author of the Effay on Riots to attribute the Miseries of the Poor to the Taxes on the Neceflaries of Life!
The only Way to make the Poor fober, induftrious, and obedient, is to take away the Means of Idleness and Intemperance, fuch as high Wages, and that Asylum, or Refuge, which made the Beggers fing
Hang Sorrow, caft away Care, The Parish is bound to find us. It appears from what has been faid, that a Weaver and his Family may fubfift, as well as the Poor do in many Counties in England, by only working one half of his Time. It is no Wonder, therefore, that we fee fo much Drunkenness, Idleness, and E Debauchery in the Manufacturing Towns. To illuftrate this a little farther, let us confider the Husbandman's Wages where there are no Manufactures,
A Husbandman in the Winter has but 45. 6d. per Weck for his Labour in most Counties in England, unless the Woollen F Manufacture happens to be near: In this Cafe the Husbandman finds the Benefit of it, and fhall be capable of acquiring bet ter Wages, by being only in the Neigh bourhood of fuch a Blessing. But if he be at a great Distance from the Manufac turing Towns, 'tis very rare, that his Wife and Children get any Employment. G If there be fome fmall Employment to be gotten, fuch as making Bone-Lace, StrawHits, or knitting Hofe, the Wages in these Occupations generally amount but to a Trif. At the City of Wells, in the County of Somerset, where there is a finall Max facture of Stockings, I have been credibly informed, it is a common Thing for a Woman to knit 18 Hours a Day for 15. a Week; and it must be a very good Hand that can acquire 18 or 2ed.
But fuppofe that a Husbandman's Fa mily acquires at Home 2s. 6d. per Week,
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whilft he is expofed to all Weathers, this, added to his own Wages, makes but 75. per Week: Certainly then the Hus bandman must be in a worse Condition than the Weaver; even tho you was to fuppofe the Weaver had Employment for only 4 Days a Week; for in that Time he would acquire near 135. With what Face can the Gentlemen and Farmers, who give fuch low Wages, revile the Clothiers, who give Prices fo much fupe rior, and that too in the worst of Times?
Now, fuppofe we were to compare the Body, Conftitution, Houfe, Habit, and Family of the poor diligent Husbandman, and the debauch'd Manufacturer. The first, a Man would imagine, could not be in very good Circumftances; but his Par fimony and good Oeconomy fupply the Want of high Wages: You will fee better Accommodations in the poor Husbandman's House, than in the Manufacturer's, tho' the laft is much better paid for his Labour.
Again, you will fee rofy Health bloom in the Face, and finewy Force reign in the Body of the one, thro' his Temperance and Exercife; whilft the other is pale, wan, and stew'd by his Exceffes, Sottishefs, and Debauchery: One thall have a good warm Frieze Coat on, while the o ther appears as ragged as a Scare-crow: One fhall have his Houfe well furnished with plain Bedding, and all the Utenfils provided by the Potter and Turner; whilst in the other you fhall fee nothing but Rags, Naftiness, and bare Walls: One fhall have a Variety and Plenty of Provifions, fuch as Bacon, Wheat, Cheefe, and Beer, whilft the other has not a Cruft in his Cupboard, nor any Thing but the pure Element in his Veffels: The Family of one fhall be clean, warm, and full of good, homely Food, fuch as the old Ro mans fed on; whilft the Family of the other is poor, empty, and fhivering with the high-paid, idle, debauch'd Manufac Cold. Such is the Difference between turer, who perhaps works two Days out of feven, and the low-paid, diligent and sober Husbandman, who labours conftantly.
Thefe are Truths, not imaginary Cal culations and Reprefentations; and we defy the whole Body of Weavers, Far mers, and half thinking Gentlemen (which laft is a very large Body, God help us) to that we have exaggerated, or extenuated fhew we have advanced one Falfity, or one Circumstance, to make our Cafe appear better than it really is.
More in our next.- p.233.
N. B. An Irorical Paper against the Weavers is received, but the Cafe is too ferious for Ridicule. CHARON'S
LD Charon, as humorous Lucian has writ,
Afcended one day from the bottomless pit;
His bus'nefs, or frolick, 'tis faid, was to know,
If men were as mad as the fpirits below.
What first he beheld was two armies advance,
Guns then were not known, but the fword and the
lance.
Like merciless favages to it they fell;
What a devil, quoth he, is there here too a hell?
But how was the Demon furpriz'd, when he found
The field inftant cover'd with flain all around!
With horror the havock of battle he view'd,
And fwore fuch rage never fiends were endu❜d.
Nor long cou'd he bear fo distressful a fight,
But hafted to Athens the learn'd and polite.
Arriv'd, he repair'd to her once famous fchool,
Which like to moft others had many a fool.
Their wifdoms juft then, in form fyllogiftic,
Were arguing a point perplexing and myftic;
The contest was whether the gods wanted fire:
Nay, faith, cries old Charon, you need not enquire;
For if that were the cafe, the gods wou'd not throw
So much light'ning away, without ftriking a blow.
What next he beheld was, led in grave state,
A king's virgin daughter, whofe crimes were her
It having been faid by a reverend ass,
That elfe the Greek bullies to Troy cou'd not país.
[fate; *
But when on the altar he saw her faft bound,
And ftabb'd by the priest with a murd'rous wound,
He was ready to figh, and fhaking his head,
Back to Hell the old ferryman speedily fled,
And vow'd that above he wou'd venture no more,
He felt fo much pity, he ne'er felt before.
Iphigenia.
An Invitation to walk in a Summer's Morning.
Wake, dear Celia, ope thy fleepy eyes,
A See bluthy morn begins to gild the skies;
Reflecting beams of faffron glories fpread
Around, and richly paint each mountain's head.
The circling hours have roll'd the night away,
And all the orient fmiles with growing day.
The warbling lark already wings her flight,
To welcome Phoebus and his rofy light,
Who'll foon arife to chear the world anew,
Brighten the fcene, and drink the pearly dew.
Then leave thy downy bed, let's gently ftray
Thro' walks and meads, arife and come away;
There verdure gaily blooms, and fpangled flow'rs
Enchant the eyes, and steal the balmy hours.
The fylvan choir prepare their warbling fong,
To ferenade us as we walk along;
On nectar'd wings the foft Etefian breeze
Sports with the leaves, and whispers thro' trees;
There murm'ring rills in wand'ring mazes ftray,
There turtles figh their loves, and lambkins play;
Ther ruddy Health fits with extended wings;
There Beauty fmiles, and there gay Humour fings.
All, all combine to chide thy long delay,
Arife my fair one, rife and come away.
ODE ad FAMA M. Vid. p. 97.
Et, jam nunc celeri fuga
Sulcans ocyus æthera,
Galliæ velox freta clarioris
-Sifte fugam, Dea, fifte, valent fi vota movere !
Jamaq; a præcipiti nondum irrevocanda volatu,
Infla tremendam buccinam,
Atq; tam dirum, fera, funde flamen,
Ut gravi montes lacerentur ictu,
Attonita horrendum reboent, metuantq; nepotes.
Ut ftrepitu mariæ ac terræ cælumq; profundum
-Mufam refpicit, audit invocantem!
Et dirum refonans tonante flatu
Infpirat cita myfticam Camanam!
Audite! gentes, bile tumens Dea
Ad arma clamat; Oceanus furens
Ad arma, montes, venti ad arma,
Littoraq; ingeminant ad arma;
Orbis perforat ultimos receffus,
Mortifque fomnos excutit!
Jamq;iterum atq; iterum renovata opprobria funden
Fac aula Fame furda vocem exaudiat!
Foedera fac tumidi tandem venerentur Iberi.
Ecce ultrix fcelerum Nemefis ftricto imminet enfe,
Aure fonos avida Borce bibit accola, Ruffus,
Rurfus per auras grandifonans ruit,
Ut rauca ruptis fulmina nubibus!
Furore flagrans bellico.
Atque alacres ardent proavum renovare triumphos.
Perfæ luxuriofi ad arma furgunt,
Pluma fepultus, heu pudor!
Jacet Britannus interim, fomno gravis,
Fama infonante clafficis,
Et pace torpet fordida,
Nullis laudibus æmulus.
A fronte abjicitur caffis inutilis;
Et fpreta jam nunc fpicula,
Timenda quondam palpitanti Gallia,
Lafcivi inequitant turpiter Cupidines
Dexteram ignavam videt otiofus
Aureis ligatam vinculis;
Laurufq; victrix hoftium
Languet, haud dignata facra Britannum
Tempora fronde.
I decora rofeis crines lafciva coronis,
Jamjam immolanda victima
Quo veteres abiere laudes,
Patrefq; fortes, curiæ decora clara,
Ira potentum auroq; inexpugnabiles?
Eheu! jam tumulus manet,
Cuftos verendi pulveris,
Annaliumq; fida reftat pagina,
Avi relliquiæ celebrioris!
Ni tua, Diva, valent Mavortia claffica rurfus
Mox bellicofos excitare mortuos.
Vani laboris define, define.
O fuge, degeneres, fuge non revocabilis, oras!
Fama verenda, velut vindicta facerrima cæli eft;
Nam cum una fugere Pudor, Verumq; Fideiq;
Et regnat folum tenebrofa Oblivio Numen.
L. P.
The Reverend Mr De C's Advice to a Bro-
ther CLERGYMAN.
E rectors, vicars, all draw near
And hear the counfels of Monfieur;
Oceano ingentes
Sublimia inter nubila,
Vibrat extenfas cita Fama pennas,
Superba fpernens languidam Britanniam :
Once op'd his mouth, and thus he taught.
Wou'd you, my friend, increase your store,
And fhun the fin of being poor,
Be your acquaintance very few,
Forlake your old, and feek not new;
No fplendid feafts to friends afford,
And ne'er let plenty crowd your board,
Nor keep your cellars frock'd with liquors,
Left that thou'd tempt your neighb'ring vicars
To come, by way of friendly vifit,
To afk you, frequently,
For vicars love, fir, to refort To houfes that are stock'd with port, Like bees about a pot of honey, Or fharpers round a cull with money. But if, by chance, fome friends fhould come, And catch you, unawares, at home, Complain, you unprepar'd are taken, And let them dine on eggs and bacon: For liquor when you come to call, Be fure your bottles be but fmall; One pint at once may well fuffice, Nor grudge the pains of calling twice; For this is done, fir, with defign, To spend the time, and fave the wine. So bankers, when men draw too fast, That they may make their money laft, And find occation of delay, In coin of fmallest value pay, And this they frequently expedite, To ftop their duns, and fave their credit. Would you in church advanced be, And quick arrive at dignity, Shun th' odious name of orthodox, As failors do quick fands or rocks; For this fee W--r--nd his cafe, Who for his learning's in difgrace; While Ck, the effay-writer, lives In full affurance of lawn-fleeves. In politicks be alamode,
This to preferment is the road.
Toaft Ꮴ - le's health, where'er you dine,
As well becomes a good divine:
Sir William next does claim the glafs,
And eke his fon, who is no afs;
And the burrough still have grace,
may
To chufe thefe two of noble race:
Sure B ne will not prefume t' oppose
Such bright, fuch doughty wits as thofe.
Bne has his merit, that is own'd,
Good fenfe, good nature's in him found;
But then all's loft in propagation
Of publick-fpirit for the nation:
Armies he hates, and place-men too, fir,
With thefe he always makes ado, fir,
And therefore he will never thrive,
Nor can he ferve one friend alive.
But here I leave all state affairs,
T inftruct you in domeftick cares.
If parish duty be obdurate,
And you are forc'd to keep a curate,`
Before you give the drudge admittance,
Appoint him but a flender pittance;
His meat and lodging you'll provide,
And give him fome fmall fum befide.
But let him not be highly fed,
High life may chance to turn his head.
When you and fpoufe on dainties fare,
For him fome coarfer food prepare ;
And if with wine you fhou'd regale,
Let him have nought but humble ale ;
And thus you always will be fure
To keep him fit to ferve your cure.
If you by chance fhou'd be o'ertaken,
Away goes drudge, and faves your bacon.
So country 'fquire, who loves October,
Commands his coachman to be fober;
Thomas, who moderates the reins,
Muft ne'er intoxicate his brains,
But 'fquire, who lolls in coach at ease,
May get as drunk as e'er he please.
Wou'd time permit, I cou'd impart
More fecrets of the faving art;
As when to gather tithe or let it,
Or how, when rent is due, to get it:
But lo! the money wears apace,
Adieu,
I must attend his Grace-
A Tranflation of the 23d Ode of the first Book of
HORACE.
Rieve not too much, my friend, to find
Your Chloe faithlefs and unkind;
No more in mournful ftrains exprefs
An undeferving boy's fuccefs.
Clarinda, high in beauty's charms,
For Damen fpreads her eager arms;
While, heedless of her flame, he dies
By Calia's lefs bewitching eyes.
But wolves to kids shall harmle's prove,
Ere the repay his love with love.
To brazen yokes thus Venus binds
Ill-coupled forms, and jarring minds,
And, gayly cruel, laughs to fee
The reftlefs lovers difagree.
Me when Cleara fondly woo'd,
A meaner mistress I purfu'd,
Unpitying as the waves that roar
Against Calabria's crooked thore.
N. B. As we efteem the foregoing the beft Verfion of this Ode that has yet appeared, we hope it is inferted without Offence to the Author, tho' without kis Knowledge. The Correfpondence of a Gentleman zuho bas it in his power fo much to oblige both us and the Publick, will be very acceptable, and we beg, that be will not only forgive this Crime, but by communica ting fome of his Productions, prevent the Temptation to commit it again.
The VISION.
Long have I lavich'd out my sprightly hours,
Pleas'd to contemplate in midnight bowers. Not Earth's gay fcenes could then my thoughts confine,
rang'd the fkies where ftarry fplendors shine: O'er my tir'd eyes intrufive fluinber ftole, And vifion thut enwrap'd my lab'ring foul.
Methought I ente 'd that ferene abode,
To which we tend thro' life's uneven road;
Than this, I cry'd, when op'ning to my view,
Lefs fair that spot where Adam's Eden grew;
Patriarchs that view'd falvation from afar,
And ken'd the rifing of the promis'd star,
Thefe I beheld with pleating fearch explore
The glimmering myfteries they guess'd before.
The Jewish prophets, a felected few,
That fcatter'd hints to point the Chriftian's view,
Gaz'd and ador'd; the vail was all laid by,
And a full prospect brighten'd to the eye.
Then thone th' apoftles, cloath'd in purer light,
And then the great redeemer blefs'd my fight;
There flow'd the purple ftreams that ting'd his fide,
Where God's own fon a conqu'ring fufferer dy'd.
But as in life diftinguish'd from the reft,
John ftill was leaning on his maker's breast,
Succeffive fplendors from the godhead shone,
And thot eternal day around the throne;
The disproportion 'twixt the feraph there,
And their bright prince, admits of no compare.
But now too ftrong for fleep my tranfports grow,
I wake, and weep to find myself below.
The morn's pale beams fhone sporting thro'
The quivering verdure nodded to the breeze;
The dew that glitter'd on the graffy fpires,
Rival'd the fkies that beam'd etherial fires :
Yet faint this fcene to that which charm'd me fo,
(Still I perceive the heav'nly transport glow).
Soon as compos'd I form'd a prayer and cry'd,
Be all my wants thro' all my years fupply'd,
Then will I close my latest hour in praife,
Nor mourn how numerous, or how few, my days;
With his creator may thy creature dwell,
Since heaven's thy prefence, and thy abfence, hell.
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Here fend you fome very fine Lines on SNUFF
and SNUFF-BOXES, written about 100 Years
ago. I hope forme of your Readers will tranflate
them. I never faw but one Copy of the Author's
Works wherein they are contain'd, and much que-
ftion whether England itfelf affords Half-a-dozen.
I have taken the Liberty to contract them a little,
and hope the Tranflator will fubftitute proper Eng-
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Digreffio ad Pulverem Nicotianum.
MUlto eft rancidius quod jam memorabo.
Saxonis extincti nuper Lardifius bæres
Factus, odorifero confertas pulvere ciftas
Repperit, boc ftabat melioris portio gaza.
Non biberat fumum, fed arenam fæpe vorabat.
Dicite, cenfores, utra eft dementia major,
Vel tolerabilior? Jam mos inolevit edendi
Naribus; bane certe nefcivit Apicius artem.
Vafcula propterea ducuntur lævia torno,
Pulvereum tereti fervantia ventre Tabacum.
Ex ebore ac cedro variatur forma capacis
Alveoli. Tu rere libram, difcumve, trochumve:
Erras; non trochus eft, fed odora ac myftica pyxis.
Quam cupis ex omni numero? (nam plurima proftant,
Sumit Barfennæ Laurentia, fumit Afella,
Sumit Fabullæ foror utraq; utraq; neptis
Margiffe, fumit Catharinae filia Calpæ ;
Sumunt Teuferiæ nurus, & Crefcentia textrix,
Quæq; forum femper raphants Ceffennia replet,
Et Mycale lotrix, & Petronella. Fuit, cum
Bojugenam audivi de conjuge multa querentem,
Multa quidem, fed hæc undanti non fine rifu,
Ac limis oculis, inopem mea Berta facit me.
Scitanti caufam, non est satiabilis, inquit.
Vini, an temeti fitiens? Quin, immo Tabaci.
Tantum emit, atq; intra totum non prodigit annum,
Quantum fufficeret fex remigibus Gravelinga.
N. B. These lines would have appeared fooner,
but being folded within another Paper, were over-
looked. (52 321.)
DAVIDIS THRENODIA English'd from p. 98.
Srael! thy glory falls! the fatal hills
Of Gilboa record thy dreadful lofs.
Be ftill, ye winds, nor let one treach'rous breath
Reveal the mournful truth, nor let the tongue
Of babbling fame the dreadful tale difclofe,
Left proud Philiftia hear; the barb'rous race
Will laugh and triumph o'er Judea's woes.
O fatal Gilboa ! may thy luckless foil,
Curft with fterility record our lofs
Thro' future ages; on thy barren hills
Let clouds no more diftil their genial show'rs -
But make thee wear a formidable gloom :
No more the morning's pearly dews refresh
The weary foil, or call the feeds to birth.
But o'er the land let angry heaven discharge
Its baleful influence; whilft horror fits
Dreadful, o'erfhadowing the all difmal scene.
On those detefted hills indignant fell
The thunderbolts of war: Thee, mighty Saul!
Worthy a nobler fate, reproachful death
Relentless feiz'd: Alas! then what avail'd
The facred oil to thee, whofe myftic drops
Gave no protection to thy hallow'd head!
Or majefty confpicuous in thy face!
Great was thy fame, and matchlefs in the field
Thy pow'rful arm: Nor could th' audacious foe,
That dar'd to meet thee on the hoftile plain,
Avoid his certain doom. Witnefs the heaps
Of flaughter'd Ammonites, that ghaftly strew'd
The fields of Jabesh. Thou, of noted pride,
Lynx, lupus, agna, draco, tygris, cornu, atq; phafe-Philiflia, yet thro' all thy num'rous towns,
Una refert crepidam Pygmææ virginis albam ;
Chiro-una &-thecam lento ducta ex argento.
Pulvis ibi divinus ineft, & Olympicus ille ;
Cujus ab exortu numeretur juftius ævum,
Certaq; fcribantur longis quinquennia fœclis.
Hac contra bumores armamentaria pugnant.
Momentoq; trabunt quovis nubem in cerebellum.
Intonuere poli, & crebris micat ignibus æther.
Fulgura mox, vifcufq; fluens, & fafcia iongum
Dependens, madidumq; gelu, & fufpiria rupta.
Adverfa rapida ftrident de nare procella.
Ille etiam Conus, mediam qui, gnomonis inftar,
Diftinguit faciem, tandem quoq, detereretur
Perpetuo affrictu, fi non, quo more repandum
Durat apri roftrum, fimiles duraret in ufus:
Sed callum obduxit, raftris quoq; firmior uncis
Prafubigit terram, nec verri eedit adulto.
Quod ftupeas, nullo teneri difcrimine fexus
Sumitur bac crambe; fumit Chreftilla Trebati,
Trembling, bewail'ft thy troops of havock'd font
Thee too, O Jonathan ! renown'd for skill
To ftrain the bow, or drive the pointed dart,
True filial love, and native courage fent
Companion of thy fire, to try the field,
And fall or vanquish fighting by his fide.
Illuftrious chiefs! with what impetuous force
They rush'd into the battle, well refolv'd
To follow glory, negligent of life,
Thro' the firft ranks of death, and front of war ;
Strong as the hungry lion's deadly gripe;
Swift as the youthful eagle's rapid flight.
Alike their manners, and their minds
While life remain'd; nor could the hand of death,
Implacable, divide their kindred fouls.
You, whom Saul's bounty, far extended, deck'd
With vestments rich in gold, and Tyrian dye,
Ye nymphs of Judah, pour your pious tears;
The laft kind tribute to your honour'd lord
And to the grave the royal corfe attend
With fad folemnity. What cruel chance
Of undifcerning battle fnatch'd them hence!
Valiant in vain! nor could thy worth prevail
To fave thee, Jenatban! but on the tops
Of Gilboa's hills thy gen'rous fpirit fled,
And left unfinish'd all thy great defigns:
For thee my forrows flow, inceffant flow,
My brother Jonathan; thy image ftill,
For ever mournful, ever pleafing, ftill
Is prefent to my mind. Thy heart was found
Pure in devotion, and in friendship firm :
Friendship, alas! whofe joys are now no more.
Great was thy love - nor melts the love-fick maid
With half thy fondnefs. O what dire mifchance
Depriv'd the world of fuch tranfcendent worth,
And funk the mighty to the filent grave!
To the Honourable Mifs ST-T,
SAY, mourner fay! can nought thy fpirits cheer?
Wilt thou no more the voice of comfort hear?
Still muft that tender bofom throb with woe?
Still muft thofe radiant eyes with tears o'erflow?
Still wilt thou droop, like fome fair fading flow'r?
Shall canker grief thy rofy bloom devour?
Or, can a friendly fympathizing heart,
That in thy weight of forrow bears a part;
That feels thy anguifh, and repeats thy fighs,
Bleeds for each tear that floods thy beauteous eyes;
Say! can this heart, that makes thy fuff 'rings mine,
Dear lovely mourner! give fome cafe to thine?
How great thy lofs, how just thy forrows are, All thofe who knew the noble youth declare : 'Tis own'd, that rarely worth like his appears, Mature in wisdom in the bloom of years: And virtue, fure, by wifdom's understood; For none are truly wife, but who are good." Each focial grace, with piety combin'd, To form in G -the most perfect mind : Science he lov'd, and could in arts excel, But chofe th' important part of living well. While in his profpect all could life adorn, With honours waiting for the nobly born; By all caref'd, refpected and approv'd, By her he lov'd the moft, the inoft belov'd; While round his heart the lambent paflions play'd, He, the dread fummons reverenc'd, and obey'd, Ere yet four infra o'er his head were part, The thades of death his morn of life o'ercaft: Cut down, in his gay fpring, and fweetest bloom; So flow'rs are gather'd to adorn a tomb.
But tell me, thou! whom G--r--s lov'd the moft, In lofing life, what has thy brother loft? Has he loft honours? could thofe honours vie With all the glories he partakes on high? Who would not lay a fading garland down, When fummon'd to receive a ftarry crown? The beft fociety that mortals boast,
Who would not quit to join th' angelic host? How poor th' imperfect blifs this world can lond, To thofe ful! pleafures which can never end!
Repine not, that his race was run fo foon ; He reach'd the goal before life's fcorching noon, When the wild paffions rage, and reaf n's force Can fcarce retain them with n virtue's courfe Since none too foon can reach the bleft abode, Who would dislike the shortness of the road? Ceafe then thy fruitless fighs, fair mourner! [ceale!
And to thy gentle heart reftore its peace:
All due regard to nature has been showǹt,'
Let reafon now refume its wonted throne;
Let comfort's cheering ray difpel the gloom,
That cloud of forrow which obfcures thy bloom
The pious youth has those bleft realms explor'd,
Where on devotion's wings he oft had foar d.
He's gone,
where late, oh! late, may'ft thou
appear! Heav'n spare thee long, a bright example here! MA.
A SONG writ about CHRISTMAS, by
YOUNG LADY.
STript of their greens the groves appear,
The vales lie bury'd deep in fnow, The blowing north controuls the air, And nipping colds chill all below;
The froft has glaz'd the deepest streams,
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams :
Winter, bleft be thy return,
Haft brought youth for whom I us'd to mourn,
And in thy ice with pleafing flames I burn.
Too foon the Sun's returning heat
Shall thaw that ice, and melt that fnow;
Trumpets fhall found, and drums fhall beat,
To tell the dear, dear youth muft go.
Then muft my weak unwilling arms
Refign him up to ftronger charms.
What flowers, what fweets, what beauteous thing,
When Damon's gone, can eafe or pleasure bring?
Winter brings Damon, Winter is my spring.
PROLOGUE to GUSTAVUS VASA,
Tragedy. By Mr BROOK E. See p. 156 and 40.
BRITONS! this night presents a ftate di-
ftrefs'd,
Tho' brave yet vanquish'd, and, tho'great, oppress'd.
Vice (rav'ning vulture) on her vitals prey'd,
Her peers, her prelates, fell corruption fway'd:
Their rights, for power, th' ambitious, weakly,
fold,
The wealthy, poorly, for fuperfluous gold;
Hence wafting ills, hence fev'ring factions rofe,
And ope'd large entrance to invading foes:
Truth, Juftice, Honour, fled th' infected fhore,
For Freedom, facred Freedom
Then, greatly rifing in his country's right, Her hero, her deliv'rer fprung to light; A race of hardy northern fons he led, Guiltless of courts, untainted, and unread; Whofe in-born fpirit fpurn'd th' ignoble fee, Whofe hands fcorn'd bondage. for their hearts
were free. Afk ye, what law their conq'ring cause confefs'd? Great nature's law, the law within the breaft; Form'd by no art, and to no fect confin'd, But ftamp'd by heav'n upon th' unletter'd mind.
Such, fuch, of old, the firit-born natives were, Who breath'd the virtues of Britannia's air, Their realm when mighty Cæfar vainly fought; For then with Cæfar - mightier Freedom fought, And rudely drove the fam'd invader home, To tyrannize o'er polifh'd venal Rome.
Inipir'd, exalted with a kindred flame, Our author pleads for ev'ry free-born claim; He to no ftate, no climate bounds his page, He bids the moral beam thro' ev'ry age; Then be your judgment generous as his plan! Ye fons of freedoin! fave the friend of man.
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