A NEW DÆMON.

[From the Oracle and Daily Advertiser.]

MR. EDITOR,

METHINKS I fee your cheeks turn pale, lips quiver, and hands tremble at viewing the fignature of your prefent correfpondent; but difmifs your fears; I mean you no injury, and, though a dæmon, will to you prove perfectly harmlefs. Foote, your English Ariftophanes, has, in one of his most admired farces, given a tolerably accurate account of our family; though how he came to pafs me over in his lift, is, I own, devilish odd, and only to be accounted for by reflecting that in his time I had not attained that enviable ftate of pre-eminence over all my brother dæmons which I have at prefent acquired: for know, Mr. Editor, I am no lefs a perfonage than the Damon of Crim. Con.! T was I dictated the letters of a Noble Duke when he was all alone by himself at fea. I contrived the bathing exhibition of a certain Baronet, not far from the Ifle of Wight. I conducted a recent affair in Dorfetfhire, and wrote thofe tender epiftles which were attributed to a Noble Marquis; and, in fhort, have inftigated all the fashionable infidelities with which your columns have fo frequently been filled. Nor is my influence wholly confined to the gay world. All ranks, all degrees, from the peer to the butler, confefs my fway; though, to own the truth, I am fo particularly attached to ton, that, fhould my practice in the lower fphere increafe, I have fome thought of appointing a deputy. There are certain figns which are infallible omens of my fuccefs. When a battered man of fashion marries a young wife, I make my approaches about a month after the ceremony. When a husband fpends his evenings regularly. out three times a-week, I whisper in the lady's ear, "Such charms ought not to be neglected!" When a dafhing

dafhing married man, to comply with the mode, keeps a mistress, his lady, under my influence, begins to think of revenge. When I obferve a wife who has the whip-hand of her husband, or, in other words, fports a curricle, I invariably fet her down as my own. And to gaming I am fo effentially indebted, that it would be the height of ingratitude to refufe my warmest acknowledgments to Faro and all his hoft.

You may, perhaps, think it strange, when I inform you, it was I that fet the prying cobler to watch; and that all the peeping, curious, inquifitive Abigails act under my immediate direction; but your furprife will ceafe when you reflect that we dæmons, after our purpofes are answered, feel inexpreffible pleafure in leaving our votaries in the lurch! Being engaged in a service of particular importance, but which I am at prefent unable to difclofe, I must now bid you farewell; though I cannot conclude without confeffing the dread I entertain of the exertions of your Lord Chief Juftice, who, I fear, will annihilate me; and whofe penetration, fagacity, and difcernment, are too much even for Pandemonium. A DÆMON.

June 29.

A PHILOSOPHICAL APOLOGY FOR THE LADIES,

AN ODE-ADDRESSED TO LORE KENYON.

[From the Courier.]

Rufticus eft nimium quem lædit adultera conjux-
Et notos mores non fatis urbis habet.

Si fapis, indulge dominæ, vultufque feveros
Exue: nec rigidi jura tuere viri :

Et cole quos dederit (multos dabit) uxor amicos,
Gratia fic minimo magna labore venit.

OVID. AMORUM L. iii. El. 4.

WHEN fine emotions keenly touch

Your moral fenfe, you cry "Too much!
My feat is ftuck with thorns;"

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CRIM,

CRIM. CON. burts through connubial bands;
Oh for Briareus' hundred hands,

To weed thefe hydra horns!

Ah! Kenyon, let Minerva's lyre
Attune thy paffions, footh thine ire,
Thy ardent genius rule;

If plants and flow'rs, with fexual charms,
Fondly entwine their fentient arms,
Can flesh and blood be cool ?

With philofophic Darwin * foar,
And De la Croix † read o'er and o'er,
Give Noy's fage maxims reft;
Shot from the Mufe, a ray divine,
O'er the King's Bench again may fhine,
And fire your claffic breast.

Each fragrant plant, and blooming flow'r,
In am'rous bliís enjoy the hour,
And various pleasures tafte:

So beauties fport away frail life,
And scorn the dull domeftic wife,
Unpolifh'd, dull, and chaffe,

Sweet blooms Genefta in the myrtle fhade,
And ten fond brothers woo the haughty maid:
Media's foft charms five fuppliant beaux confefs,
And hand in hand the laughing belle address;
Alike to all, fhe bows with wanton air,
Rolls her dark eye, and waves her golden hair.
The freckled Iris owns a fiercer flame,
And three unjealous husbands wed the dame.

Loves of the Plants, p. 45.
Nunc florum fexus quæ monftrent figna docebo,
Forfitan hæc frater, tibi funt placitura legenti:
Servat ubique fuum conftans natura tenorem,
Omnia quæ prolem generant genus omne virile,
Fæmineum genus, omne fuos armantur in ufus.
Ergo etiam et plantæ gaudent genitalibus armis,
Et funt omnigeni totidem genitalia flores.

Connubia Florum, p. 45. "An elegant and elaborate collection of Latin phrafes, fenten tious proverbs, and law maxims; fuch as Qui facit per alium facit per fe; quoted by one of our acute and learned Judges as an apophthegm, old as the Claffics ; perhaps as old as Magna Charta itself."

Botanic

Botanic fcience charms fweet Mifs;
She views the flow'rs enraptur'a kifs,
And rolls a fparkling eye;

Anther and Piftil the explains,
And dear delicious knowledge gains
Mamma fits fmiling by.

Ah! Jerry Taylor*, our, wife age
Would ftimulate your holy rage,
Your modefty perplex;
Forbidden fruit on hawthorn blows;
Tulips to blufhing maids difclofe
The dear exciting fex.

On beauty's brilliancy we gaze,
And flutter round the lambent blaze,
Till Hymen crowns the dame;
Kind Nature's light the then purfues,
The hov'ring lover fondly views,

And sheds a glow-worm flame †
Let woman fpread her charms divine,
In glory rife, in brightness shine,
Like lilies of the field

Who neither toil nor fpin-but kifs,
Entwine in aromatic blifs, -

Bow their sweet heads, and yield.
The fair ones, vers'd in lectur'd lore,
Chymic affinities explore,

By mutual paffions fmit;

"Virgins muft contend for a fingular modefty; whofe firft part muft be, an ignorance in the diftinction of fexes."-Jeremiah Taylor's Holy Living and Dying, p. 73.

"The glow-worm is a female; and the male is a beetle, furnifhed with four wings. A fpecies of phofphorus, emitted from the body of the female, excites the attention of the male, who inftantly darts down on her."-Smellie's Philofophy of Natural History.

"How charmingly do thefe little amorous Heros and Leanders animate and illumine our hedges! Probably the Grecian rable was founded on the loves of thofe animals."Note from Bryant's My thology.

Liquids,

Liquids, they fee, each other fly,
If more attractive fweets are nigh *,
And their firft nuptials quit.

Then why impede the foft carefs?
Cry "Vive l'amour, & la jeuneffe,"
Wing Cupid's vivid darts;
By Nature's law, the roving spouse
Breaks her firft tie, and maiden vows,
To join congenial hearts.

Let frolic truths your foul infpire,
And glow with old Anacreon's fire,
To fing thefe brilliant days;
When dear enchanting women rove
In the free Cyprian robes of love,
And scorn connubial stays.

Ye loofe-zon'd brides, fo kind and gay,
Down pleasure's path delighted stray,
While youth fresh roses flings;
When envious time blafts ev'ry grace,
Let cards fupply the lover's place,
And fhuffle knaves and kings.
Pellucid lawns around you flow,
As at the panting dance you glow,
Or with Curcuma † roam,
Where fyren fongs foft bofoms win;
-But charity, that covers fin,

:

Veils the voluptuous dome.

"Lavender-water confifts of the oil of lavender diffolved in fpirits of wine into a glass of water, drop a few drops of lavender-water; the spirits of wine will quit the oil, in order to unite themfelves with the water, and the oil being lighter than water will flow upon its furface. In both thefe cafes the fpirits of wine are faid to have a greater affinity with water, than with camphor, or oil of lavender.-Watfon's Chemistry, vol. i. page 231.

+"Woo'd with long care, Curcuma, cold and shy,
Meets her fond husband with averted eye;

Four beardless youths th' obdurate beauty move,
With foft attractions of Platonic love:

With vain defires the penfive matron burns,

And like fad Eloifa loves and mourns."

Loves of the Plants, p. 69.

Dear