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breaking the Trust repos'd by the State in those Magiftrates who were originally defign'd to be Checks upon Abfolute Power? Arulenus then had good Reason to fay," I-am Tribune of the People; I am therefore oblig'd to hinder the Se nate from deftroying an innocent Man." But what avail'd it that it was his Right, and his Duty, fince the Power of acting agreeably to AA Differtation, whether the Hebrews borrow'ď that Right and Duty was loft? The Refult of all this js, That, in fo corrupted a Government, a Man of Virtue bould not meddle at all.

and Augufus, and Tiberius, who were Men of Ability, but fich Ideots as Claudius, and fuch Mad-men as Caligula, fuch Scoundrels as Tigellinusy and fuch Jades as Poppaa, were able to Rule, Infult, and Plunder a Nation proud of its -Liberties.

They who confider the Magiftracies, and the Legislature itself, of their Country, not as Trufts from the Publick, but only as Steps to Power, and Wealth, may be fond of attaining them under any Conditions; nay they may like them the better when they are most defiled with Corruption, as the dirtieft Soil is the fatteft, and yields moft to the Owner:But honeft Men fhould refolve not to come into Publick Em

ployments, nor accept any Trufts from the Commonwealth at a Time when it is become imprac ticable to execute them to the Ends for which" they were given:Much lefs fhould they ac- C cept them when the Ufes of them are so strangely perverted, as that, inftead of being the Checks, which they were intended to be, they are made the Inftruments, and Screens of Male- Administration.

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In fuch a Circumftance it is not fufficient to fay, "What would you have me do? I can only ruin myself, I cannot ferve my Country by D doing what my Duty requires:" If you cannot ferve your Country, do not ferve yourself at ber Goft If you cannot ferve your Country, at least, do not impofe upon ber. Do not call yourself a Tribune, or a Judge, or a Senator, when you are reduc'd to be nothing but the Tool of a Court: Do not make the People fancy they have a Protector in you, when you know you cannot protect them; when you know your Office itself is only kept up to opprefs them under a fairer Appearance. For it is this Outfide of Liberty which fecures and perpetuates Tyranny. If the Honefter Part of thefe who are capable of Publick Employments, would agree to tefufe them 'till they are brought back to their due Independency, and 'till they may be executed as they ought; it would go a great Way towards the Reforming and Refering of the moft Corrupted State in the World: For it would oblige Thofe who govern either to break thro' all Forms, throw off all Appearances, and change the whole Frame of the Government, which is a D.fficulty next to impoffible, as all Hiftory fhews; or the People, feeing the Abuses, would endure them no longer, and the Spirit of the Conft-tution would by that Means be revived. If no Man of Cha racter would ever come into the Senate, 'till the Voters there were Free, and the Houfe purg'd of Corruption, either it would be fo purg'd, or that Expedient of Governing by the Form of a Free Senate must be wholly thrown off And it would have very much emba.rafs'd Julius Caefar H himself, if he had been obliged to govern the Late Free People of Rome with as bare-fac'd a Defpotick Power as the Kings of Perfia did the Slaves of the Eaft. But with the fpecious Names of a Senate, Confuls, Tribunes, &c, not only He


any Cupoms from the Heathens? and whether Temples were before the Tabernacle?

Addrefs'd tod Curate of Sp. (See p. 23,24.)

EAL for the two most valuable Things in

Life, Truth and Religion, makes an honourable Part in the Compofition of any Man's Character, and when Centure and Rebuke proceed from it (as I will now fuppofe yours, Sir, to have done) there is no great Reason to complain. But Perfons, equally affected with the fame Paflion or Virtue, may differ in Opinion without Blame. I confess therefore that I am not in the fame way of Thinking with those of the Learned, who maintain, that the Hebrews borrow'd no Cuftoms of the Heathens, and did nothing after their Example. In defence of my Notion, I hope I fhall not advance a Fact falle in itself, or injurious to reveal'd Religion: I am fure I have no Intention to do it.

Now then, though we grant that the Tabernacle and Temple of the Ifraelites were both built by the pofitive Command of God, and may alfo believe that the Models of those Structures, as well as the Ufe of them," might "be" given by him: Yet, fince the Holy Scripture may not be prefum'd to inform us of all Circumftances and Defigns of Things, when not neceffary to be known; are we then abfolutely ceras tain of the whole Nature of their Original? And might they not, for any thing that can be demonftrated to the contrary, have been erected after the Example of Heathens, though by the Command of GOD? May not Customs and Manners, if innocent, laudable and useful, be deriv'd from Heathenifm, without Prejudice to Juda fin or Chrift anity? Is it any Reflection upon the Truth and Divinity of Scripture, and the Wifdem and Holiness of the Deity, to think or fay, that he might recommend and introduce among his favourite. People a good Practice, of an indifferent Nature in itself, which he obferv'd/among the Heathens? For if the Object of their Worship had been right, the Ufe of Temples, if they had any, had been good. When the Children of Ifrael were first commanded to contribute their feveral Offerings towards making Sanctuary, after the Pattern of the Tabernacle "which theLord thew'd Mafestis not clear by thofe Words, whether that Pattern was a new Draught or Model then laid before them, or fome old Tabernacle, Tent, or Temple, which ' had been made and feen fomewhere before that " Time.

If it can be prov'd, that Heathens liv'd before" Ifraelites, and had the Advantage, thro' Priority of Time, of being the Inventers, &c.

The ingenious Author proceeds to offenbis Proofs, subich we refer to another Opportunity, 470.

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Cheerful in years (nor of th' beroic mufe Unknowing, nor unknown) beld fair poffeffions Where flows the fruitful Danube: Seventy Springs Smil` & on bis feed, and seventy barveft-moons Fill'd his wide gran ries with autumnal joy : Still be refum'd the toil: And fame reports, While be broke up new ground, and tir'd his plough In graffy furrows, the torn earth difclos'd Helmets, and fwords (bright furniture of war Sleeping in ruft) and heaps of mighty bones. The fun defcending to the western deep Bid him lie down and reft; he loos'd the yoke, Yet held his wearied oxen from their food With charming numbers, and uncommon fong. Go, fellow-labourers, you may rove fecure, Or feed befide me; tafte the greens and boughs That you have long forgot; crop the fweet herb, And aze in fafety, while the victor-Pole Leans on his fpear, and breathes; yet still his eye zo Jealous and fierce. How large, old foldier, fay, How fair a harvest of the flaughter'd Turks Strew'd the Moldavian fields? What mighty piles Of vaft deftruction, and of Thracian dead Fill and amaze my eyes? Broad bucklers lie (Avain Defence) (pread o'er the pathless hills, And coats of fealed steel, and bard habergeon, Deep-bruis'd, and empty of Mahometan limbs. This the fierce Saracen wore, (for when a boy, I was their captive, and remind their drefs:) Here the Polonians dreadful march'd along In august port, and regular array, Led on to conqueft: Here the Turkish chief Prefumptuous trod, and in rude order rang'd His long battalions, while bis populous torons Pour'd out fresh troops perpetual, dreft in arms, Horrent in mail, and gay in fpangled pride.


O the dire image of the bloody fight Thefe eyes have feen, when the capacious plain Was throng'd with Dacian spears; when polife'd


And convex gold blax'd thick against the fun
Reftoring all bis beams! but frowning war
All gloomy, like a gather'd tempeft, flood
Wavering, and doubtful where to bend its fall.




The ftorm of miffive ftecl delay'da while By wife command; fledg'd arrows on the nerve ; And feymiter and fabre bore the fbeath Reluctant; till the hollow brazen clouds Had bellow'd from each quarter of the field Loud thunder, and difgorg'd their fulph'rous fire." Then banners way'd, and arms were mix'd Then javelins anfwer'd javelins as they fled, For both fled, biffing death: With adverse edge The crooked fauchions met; and hideous noife From clashing fhields, thro' the long ranks of war, Clang'd borrible. A thousand iron florms Roar diverfe: and in barfb cenfufion drown The trumpet's filver found, rude effort

6 graze in safety

Of barmony! not all the frozen ftores
Of the cold north when pour'd in rattling hail 60
Lash with fuch madness the Norwegian plains,
Or fo torment the ear. Scarce founds fo far
The direful fragor, when some southern blaft
Tears from the Alps a ridge of knotty oaks
Deep fang'd, and ancient tenants of the rock :
The may fragment, many a rood in length,
With hideous crafa, rolls down the rugged cliff
Refiftiefs, plunging in the fubject lake
Como or Lugaine; th' afflicted waters roar,
And various thunder all the valley fills.
Such was the noife of war: the troubled air
Complains aloud, and propagates the din
To neighbouring regions; rocks and lofty bills
Beat the impetuous echoes round the sky.

Uproar, revenge, and rage, and hate appear
In all their murd'rous forms; and flame and blood
And freat and duft array the broad campaign
In borror: bafty feet, and fparkling eyes,
And all the favage paffions of the foul
Engage in the warm bufinefs of the day. -
Here mingling bands, but with no friendly gripe,
Join in the fight; and breasts in close embrace,
But mortal, as the iron arms of death.
Here words auftere, of perillous command,
And valour fawift t' obey; boid feats of arms
Dreadful to fee, and glorious to relate,


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Shine thro' the field with more furprizing brightness
Than glittering belms or fpears. What loud applaufe,
(Beft meed of var like tail) what manly shouts,
And yells unmanly thro' the battel ring!

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And fudden wrath dies into endless fame.

Long did the fate of war hang dubious. Here Stood the more num'rous Turk, the valiant Pole Fought here; more dreadful, tho' leffer wings.



But what the Dabees, or the coward foul Of a Cydonian, what the fearful crouds Of bale Cilicians fcaping from the flaughter, Or Parthian beafts, "with all their racing riders, What could they mean against th' intrepid breast Of the pursuing foe? Th' impetuous Poles Rufh here, and here the Lithuanian horse Drive down upon them like a double bolt Of kindled thunder raging thro' the sky On founding wheels; or as fome mighty flood Rolls his two torrents down a dreadful fleep Precipitant, and bears along the stream Rocks, woods, and trees, with all the grazing herd, And tumbles lofty forefts headlong to the plain. The bold Boruffian (moaking from afar Moves like a tempeft in a dusky cloud, And imitates th' artillery of heaven, The lightning and the roar. Amazing feene! What flowers of mortal Hail, what flaky fires Burft from the darkness! while their cohorts firm Meet the like thunder, and an equal form, From bofile troops, but with a braver mind. Undaunted bofoms tempt the edge of war, And rush on the sharp point; while baleful mifchiefs, Deaths, and bright dangers flew across the field Thick and continual, and a thousand fouls Fled murmuring thro' their wounds. I ftood aloof, For 'twas unfafe to come within the wind Of Ruffian banners, when with whizzing found, Eager of glory, and profufe of life, They bore down fearless on the charging foes, And drove them backward. Then the Turkifo mo Wander'd in difarray. A darkerlipfe



Hang on the filver evefeent, boding might,
Leng night, to all ber fors: at length difrob'd
The standards fell; the barbarous enfigns torn
Fled in the wind, the fport of angry heav'n:
And a large cloud of infantry and horfe
Scattering in wild diforder, fpread the plain.

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Not noife, nor number, nor the bracun limb,
Nor bigb-built fixe prevails: Tis courage fights,
'Tis courage conquers. So whole forefts fall
(Afpacious ruin) by one fingle ax,
And feel well-fharpned: fo a generous pair
Of young-wing'd eaglets fright a thousand doves.
Vaft was the faughter, and the flow'ry green 140
Drank deep of flowing crimson. Veteran bands
Here made their laft campaign. Here haughty chiefs
Stretch'd on the bed of purple bonour lie
Supine, nor dream of battel's bard event,
Oppress'd swith iron flumbers, and long night.
Their glofts indignant to the nether world
Fled, but attended well for at their fide
Some faithful Janzaries frew'd the field,
Fall'n in juft ranks or evedges, lunes or squares,
Firm as they food; to the Warfovian troops
A nobler toil, and triumph worth their fight.
But the broad fabre and keen poll-ax flow
With speedy terror thro' the feebler berd,
And made rude babeck and irregular spoil
Amongst the vulgar bands that own' the name
Of Mahomet. The wild Arabians fed
In fwift affright a thousand different ways,

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Of thofe fair infidels fome bumble place
Among the bleft. Sleep, fleep, ye hapless pair,
Gently, Icryd, worthy of better fate,
And better faith. Hard by the general lay
Of Saracen descent, a
a grizly form
Breathless, yet pride fat pale upon

bis front


Ia difappointment, with a farly brow
Louring in death, and ext; his rigid jaws.
Foaming with blood bite hard the Polih spear.
In that dead vifage my remembrance reads
Raih Caracas: In vain the boafting flave
Promis'd and footh'd the fultin threatning fierce
With royal fuppers and triumphant fare
Spread wide beneath Warfovia filk and gold; 210
See on the naked ground all cold be lies
Beneath the damp wide con'ring of the air
Forgetful of his word. How heaven confounds
Infulting hopes with that an awful smile.
Laughs at the proud, that loofen all the reins..
To their unbounded withes, and leads on
Their blind ambition to a fhameful end!

But whither am I borne? This thought of arms
Fires me in vain to fing to fenfelefs bulis
What generous horfe fhould hear. Break off, my
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My barbarous mufe be ftill: Immortal deeds.
Muft not be thus profan'd in ruftic verfe an
The martial trumpet, and the following age,
And growing fame, fhall loud rehearse the fight
In founds of glory. Lo, the evening-star).

Thro' brakes and thorns, and climb'd the craggy moun- Shines o'er the western hill; my oxen, come,

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Thus the dire profpeft diftant fill d my foul
With awe; till the last relicks of the war
The thin Edonians flying bad disclos`d
The ghaftly plains: I took a nearer view,
Unfeemly to the fight, nor to the smell
Grateful. What leads of mangled flesh and limbs
(A difmal carnage!) bath'd in reeking gore
Lay well ring on the ground; while flitting life
Convuls'd the nerves fill forvering, nor had loft
Alltafe of pain! Here an old Thracian lies
Deform'd with years, and fears, and groans aloud
Torn with fresh wounds; but inwardentals firm
Forbid the foul's remove, and chain it down
By the bard larus of nature, to fuftain
Long torment: His wild eye-balls roll: His teeth
Grafhing with anguifs, chide bis lirgring fate.
Emblazon'd armour spoke Lis bigb command
Among ft the neighbouring dead, they round their lard
Lay proftrate; fome in flight ignobly flain,
Some to the fries their faces upwards turn'd
Still brave, and proud to die fo near their prince.
I mou'd net fur, and lo, at manly length
Two beauteous youths of rich Ott man blood
Extended on the field. In fei ndship join'd,
Nor fate divides them: Hardy quarriors beth;
Both faithful, dromen din fuoco'rs of darts they fell,
Each with his field (pread o'er his lover's heart,
In vain: For on those orbs of friendly bafs
Stoody rover of jan lins; fime, alas, too deep


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The well-known ftar invites the labourer home.

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An Epifle to Mrs MASTERS. By a Friend on the Death of bis Father.

Truck & the cares which life is doom'd to know.

To changes prone, and nothing fure but

With mein difconfolate I lonely rove,

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I haunt the field and melancholy grove
To find compofute, but 'tis all in vain,
Each field and grove a doleful fhade contain.
There blackest images their horrors spread,
And ev'ry object fpeaks a father dead:
Still in each place his prefent form appears,
And ev'ry dying groan affaults my ears:
I feel the flroke! the laft, the fatal blow,
For which my never-ceafing tears shall flow.
Oh faithful virgin! O thou tender maid!
Thou foul of friendship now afford thy aid;
Now call the tuneful Nine, which oft attend
Thy folemn page, and help thy mourning friend.
O fummons quickly every calming thought,
With fympathy and trucft reafon fraught;
Infirect an orphan how he may retrieve
The doleful lofs, or tell him how to live,
Diveft of counfel pertinent and good,
From him who counfel wifely underflood.
In human knowledge, or in things divine,
His folid judgment did diftinguish'd thine,
O join with me a parent's lols to mourn,
For he is gone, ah! never to return
You who his counfel happily enjoy'd,"

Were planted there, arthro' their lovely befors 190 Confefs how much of counfel you are void.

Made painful asseves for crucl death,

O my dear nating land, forgive the tear

I dict on their var cheeks, when firong compassion
Fore'd from my reiting eyes the bring dew,
And paid a nice to Lestile virtue.
Daia, forgive the figh that wifli'd the fouls

Ye jarring friends, who found the hapless breach
Repair'd and heal'd by his pacific fpeech;
Think what high pleasure in his bofom rofe,
When with kind pains he did your ftrife compofe.
Ten thoufand virtues yet untold remain,
Which I attempt, but ftill attempt in vain:


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Thou ! whofe ftrains a father's death bewail,
And bidit my Mufe affift the tragic tale,

Thy moving forrows are not ill addreft,
Since fofteft pity melts the female breaft, het
With juft regard I read thy mournful strains,
And, fympathizing, feel the mourner's pairs;
My fecret foul approves thy pious fighs, levo da
And loves the tear that flows from filial eyes;
"Tis facred grief, 'tis beautiful diftrefs,

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Yet think, my friend, there's error in excels.
When death at firft, in all his dread array, unyod
Divides the panting foul from lifeless clay soiluted
Whena lov'd parent feels the parting blow, stored
"Tis height of anguifh, and the rage of woe
Not all the arts of language unconfin'd and
Can then appeafe the deep afflicted mind;
But this is nature's triumph for a day,
The interval when Reafon quits her fway;
She, mild returning, wifely does impartach
Serener dictates to the tortur'd heart; 2010
And kindly would afford a calm relief,
Did we not fhun it, and carefs our grief;m
This thou haft done, devoted to defpair, inorg
Forfook fociety, and footh'd thy care;
Wander'd alone, and fought the gloomy grove,
Refuge of mis ry, and retreat of love;
Where fighs may breathe, and tears may freely flow,
For folitude's the trueft nurfe of suoe
In filent fhades fad melancholy reigns,
But too indulgent to the mourner's pains;
Reflection there brings direful fcenes in view,
And keeps the fatal vifion ever new

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If then his with thou wou dit fulfil,
Some thanks perchance are due s

If thou wou'dit execute his will

The like defign purfue tutwor His care for thee in this he fhows,uola He recommends the life he chofe,

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He did from long experience find
Where health and peace abound; am to
That true content, a quiet mind,
Seldom in courts are found.

Fly then from thence, the city leave,
Thy very friends will thee deceive niwe
Virtue does there offend

In this retreat fafe fhalt thou be,
From all thofe certain mifchiefs free
That do on courts attend.

Nor think that in this lonely fhade,
For eafe, for quiet chiefly made,

Inactive thou must be; mar
Occafions often will prefent,
Whereby vile deeds thou may'ft prevent
Juftice will call on thee.

The bold oppreffor thou fhalt awe,
The violater of the law

Shall feel thy heavy hand
To the diftrefs'd and needy poor,
Thy ready charitable door to

Shall ever open ftand. hand

A glorious kindness thou must fhow, d
Favours and bounties ftill beftow,

On them who most deferve bus 2
The innocent thou shalt protect,
The needieft thou shalt not neglect

In fafety all preferve.

If thus thy time thou do'ft employ,
True peace of mind thou shalt enjoy,
The acts are good and juften
The poor man's prayer will thee attend,
The rich will much thy worth commend,
In thee they'll put their truft.
Then think on those who are to come,
Think on thy darling blooming fon,
Thus for his good provide;
Shew him the life that thou haft led,
Inftruct him in thofe paths to tread ;

Be thou his faithful guide.

If virtuous thoughts his foul endue, lol virk
If this advice he will purfuent
Sure happiness he'll find us
Nor can't thouy if great wealth thou leave,
Which often does the world deceive,
To him be half fo kind.
Thus for thy own and for his fake,
That his abode he there may make,
New works for him prepare;

The late Earl of CE's Advice to bis Son, the What then for thee thy father's done,
prefent E. of C
fore bis Death.

To my Son the Lord Mth, word ng in thefe lawns and woods thus form'd, If in thofe thady walks adorn'd,

Thou takeft fome delight;
Let him who did perform the fame,
Who peace of mind preferr'd to fame,
Stand prefent to thy fight.
To the long labours, to the care
And thoughts of thee who art his heir,

Alluding to a famous Seat in the County of York.


To a Friend on bis MARRIAGE.

"HE men, my friend, who much in fiction
On this occafion by poetic spell,
Wou'd conjure down, and think it fwells the train,
Of heathen gods and goddeffes a train.
Gay Hymen had been call'd his aid to lend,
And Jove and Juno fummon'd to attend
And if the poet's numbers had requir'door
Venius and Palas prefence been defir'd, 2000g
With other bright divinities as beft it not
Might feem to grace a mortal's nuptial feaft.
But quite unskill'd in this delufive art, off of 95
My verfe records the dictates of my heart,
Which pours profufely what the head denies, W
And want of genius happily fupplies.

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Joy to my friend, and to his charming bride
Smooth may their hours in focial pleafures glide,
Their mutual love no interruption know,
But endless paffion in their bofoms glow;
Their tranfports unallay'd by chilling fears,
Their quiet undifturb'd by gloomy cares!
Bleft as the firft, with nameles foft delights,
Be each fucceeding day and all their nights
And, oh! may heav'n fo blefs the genial bed, site.
That hence a gen'rous progeny fucceed!
With all the mother's graces may they fhine,
And the fire's learning, wit and virtues join;
Prove the foft joys of their declining age,
And, like their parents, ev'ry heart engage!

Thefe wishes to the man I love I fend,
That peak in humble guife the cordial friend,
Nor fear his pardon for the artless lines,
Where honeft Truth in native plainnefs fhines.
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to do animo to mi uning aquis ha boy To Mr BRIDGES, Author of the Hymn to the naM 5'Supreme Being one?

HILE Bardlings, a fantastic train, as In many a fond and light eflay, To fubjects, tranfient as their ftrain, ouk sald Adapt the fonnet of a day: odti-ro

You the firm tablets of each line From adamantine quarries frame

And on the rock of ftrength divine Erect your future houfe of fames

Nor from Aoria's fount below, But from the fame eternal fpring

With thine Ifaiab's numbers flow; With thee the Seraph learns to fing.

For to thy genius mild and fage
His mirror the Almighty holds,
And, to inform thy facred page,
The poem of the world unfolds.

Nor yet to heav'ns exterior plan
(Tho' fair, all wondrous fair) contin'd
Beyond, new op'ning foenes you fean,
And pierce into the World of Mind.

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So may thy verfe, when Death, and Fame, And Time, and Form, and Matter's paft, New manfions with its author claim, And, equal with Duration, laft.

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Down go the gloves, and upwards to the fkies His lifted hands afcend, and whites of eyes. Groans deep, and murmurs bellow from his cheft. His holy eye-lids clos'd, his heaving breaft Out breaks---a word---and then another flies, Now recollected he improves his rage, With decent paufe between and mingled fighs. To lafh emphatical a guilty age, He farts, he bounds, on tip-toe mounts to feel What ftrength of lungs will bear and ribs of feel. Of fweat a deluge trickles from his pores, When loud as Stentor, or as Mars, he roars: The pale-fec'd audience faint with threaten'd doom, And foftly whispers thro' the rustling trees: And a fanatie tempeft fhakes the room. Rude, and more rude, forgetting accent meek, So Boreas firft aflays a gentle breeze, He puffs a ftronger blaft from either cheek; A louder tumalt thro' the groves he fpreads, And humbled forefts bow their antient heads: Frantic at laft his hideous roars refound, Ruin, and rooted trees, beftrew the ground. J. A.


of a relation's watch, on the cafe of which was enAS I was lately admiring the curious workmanship graven Ulyffes going on board the Grecian Navy, and tenderly taking leave of Penelope his queen, the following Thoughts occurred, which if you please to infert in your next Magazine, you will oblige Your bumble Servant J. FH.

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Ulyffes's Farewell to Penelope bis Queen.
EE the bleak gales that curl the ruffled
Hark! the rude mariner repeats his calls,
And whiten all the beach, forbid my ftay.
And interrupts our moving laft farewell
Since fach our fate, and fuch the will of heaven
That we mult part-but, oh! fupprefs thefe tears,
The foft infection half unmans my foul,mol
Go then my queen, go, join the mourning train
Of friends, and parents, that lament my lofs.
But fill dejected princess, bear in mind,
While I, thine abfent king, on Phrygian plains
Dare the ftern Trojau foe, that I am thine,
And fair Penelope for ever mine."

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On the late uncommon BALL at Tonbridge.


Freight Tunbridge ball without & Male.

eighteen Nymphs but late (unlucky tale!)

Strange incident! unequal'd in romance,

Not one kind HE to joyn 'em in the dance.
With fome pretence the Beaus had ftray'd away,
Had the fair met to mortify and pray.


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By Captain at Tunbridge Wells.
ITH various weapons, various art,
the fair affaults the fort, my heart,
And wounds ten thousand ways;
Here Mills's fhape attacks my reft,
S-th mounts the battery of her breaft,
Her eyes while Fredrick plays.

The e bold invaders I fuftain,
They give a momentary pain,
One's breach the reft repair;

But heavenly mild foft Windfor's charms,
Steal on my foul without alarms,

And fix for ever there.

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