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ADDRESS of the City of London to his MAJESTY.

May it please you Majefty,

Graciefly to accept our fincere

and dutiful congratulations on the marriage of your Majefty's eldest fitter, her Royal Highnefs the Princefs Augufta, with his mott Serene Highnefs the hereditary Prince of Brunswick Lunenburgh. It was with the utmoft joy and fatisfaction, that we faw your Majefty's wifdom yield to the propofals for an alliance with a Proteftant family fo illuftrious; and that a lady, whole amiable cha racter is not more exalted by the dignity of her high birth than her private virtues, was deftined to be the happy partner of a prince, whole eminent and diftinguished fervices, during a fuccefful and glorious war, will ever be remembered by every friend of true religion and public liberty.

Your Majesty's faithful citizens of London have feen with gratitude, the conftitution of this country, fettled and established by our great deliverer King William, maintained and improved by the illuftrious Houfe of Brunswick; therefore they cannot fufficiently applaud your Majelly's gret wildom and goodness in further firengthening it by this happy al

liance.

May this marriage anfwer your Majefty's warmeft withes and expectations; and may the Prince and Princefs be bleffed with an offspring truly worthy of fo royal and illuf trious a delcent.

Permit us to affure your Majefty of our firm attachment to your Majelty's sacred perfon and government, and of our contant endeavours, wishin cur fphere, to contribute to the happiness and profperity of your Majelly's reign.

The King's Anfwer.

My Lord and gentiemer,

your dutiful congratulations on the

marriage of my filler the Prince's

Augufta with the hereditary Prince of Branfwick-Lunenburg; and am

glad that this happy alliance gives

fuch general fatisfaction.

I receive, with pleafare, your affurances of duty and affection to my perfon and gavernment. The city of London may always depend on my favour and prote&ion."

They were all received very graCioufly, and had the honour to kifs his Majesty hand.

Addrefs to the Princefs Dowager.
Madam,

T

HE Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and common council affembled, beg leave to congratulate your Royal Highnefs on the marriage of your eldest daughter, her Royal Highnefs the Princefs Augufta, with his Serene Highnes the hereditary Prince of Bruntwick-Lunenburg.

The eminent virtues and exalted merit of the Princefs have juftly endeared her to his Majesty's faithful fubje&s: her union with a Proteflant family, diflinguished in the defence of the liberties of Europe, is at once a pleafing and moft interefting fubject to the friends of civil and religious liberty.

May this union be the fource of every domeftic felicity to this illuftrious pair; and may your Royal Highness long live to enjoy the most permanent fatisfaction from this alLance.

The Princefs Dowager's Answer.

My Lord and gentlemen,

I heartily thank you for this new proof of your attention and regard for me and my family, upon occafion of this happy event.

They were all received very gracioufly, and had the honour to kils

"I seturn you uy thanks for her Royal Highness's hand.

Addrefs

Addrefs to the Prince of Brunswick.

SIR,

The Lord mayor, and commons, of the city of London, in common council affembled, embrace this joyal occafion of paying to your moft Serene Highness our warmeft compliments of congratulation on your aufpicious nuptials with the most virtuous and amiable Princefs her Royal Highness the Princefs Augata.

Madam,

The Lord-mayor, aldermen, and common council affembled, hereby beg your Royal Highness's permiffion to prefent our warmeft congratulations upon your Royal Highnefs's aufpicious marriage with his mot Serene Highnets the hereditary Prince of Brunswick Lunenburg.

This alliance with a Prince fo highly accomplished, fo early dif tinguifhed for his heroic valour and martial conduct, and whofe eminent fervices in the course of a glorious war, have juftly endeared him to this country, we confider as a fresh inftance of the wisdom of our Gracious Sovereign, of his affection for your Royal Highness, and of his regard to the liberties of Europe, and the P6teftant intereft. your

We efteem it our happiness that we have an opportunity of teftifying to your Serene Highnefs our fentiments of obligation and gratitude to the illustrious houfe of Brunswick; and to your Serene Highness in particular, for the eminent fervices which this country has derived from great valour, and diftinguifhed conduct in the courfe of the late glorious and fuccefsful war.

May your Screne Highness long live to enjoy, in peace, the glory you have acquired in arms; and may your moft amiable confort crown your wishes with a race of princes to emulate your virtues, and extend your name and family to the remotest

t.mss.

To which his Serene Highness was pleafed to return the following anfwer.

My Lord and gentlemen, "I return you thanks for this mark of your attention, and regard for me."

Leicefter-houfe, Jan. 20. This day the right honourable the Lordmayor, aldermen, and commons of the chy of London, in common council affeinbled, waited on her Royal and Serene Highnefs the Princefs of Brunfwick-Lunenburg; and being introduced to her Royal Highnels and Serene Highness by Lord Bolton, ade their compliments of Congratalation, which were spoken by James Eyre, Efq; the Recorder,

Nothing could allay ou. at the thoughts of being deprived of the prefence of a Princefs adorned with every virtue and accomplithment, beloved and admired by all his Majefty's fubjects, but the pleafing profpect we have of her cnjoying all the happiness which the fo justly deferves.

We moft fincerely with long life and health to your Royal Highness and your illuftrious confort, and that heaven will crown your mutual affection with a race of Princes formed by your inftructions and example.

And we beg leave to affure your Royal Highuels, that neither time or diftance can efface the fentiments of efleem and veneration which we have long entertained or your Royal Highness.

To which her Royal and Serene Highness was pleased to return the following anfwer.

My Lord and gentlemen,

I moit heartily thank you for this mark of your attention and regard, and I look upon it as a proof of your duty and affection to the King.'

They had the honour to kifs her Royal and Serene Highness's hand.

Poetical

Poetical ESSAYS for JANUARY, 1764.

PROLOGUE to No One's Enemy

but his Own.

Old was the man, and fenc'd in ev'ry
part

Bold

With oak and ten-fold brafs about the heart,
To build a play who tortur'd firft his brain
And then dar'd launch it on this ftormy mai.
What tho', at firft, he fpreads his little fails
To Heav'n's indulgent and propitious gales,
As the land gradual leffens to his eye
He finds a troubled fea, and low'ring fky:
Envy, detraction, calumny, and spite,
Raife a werfe form than when the winds unite
Around his bark, in many a dangerous fhoal,
ofe manfters of the deep, the critics, prowl.
e's a weak vetiel, for thefe feas unfit,
"And,has on board her not a fpice of wit:
"She's French-built toe; of foreign make,"
they cry;

Like geefe ftill cackling that the Gauls are
nigh.

If thrown on rocks by the hoarfe dashing wave Th' unhappy crew no hand is ftretched to fave;

But round the wreck, like Moors, with furicus joy ;

The witlings croudto murder and deflrey. Thefe are known dangers; and, til full as certain,

The bard meets other ills behind the curtain. What previous mitchiefs there in ambush wait;

Little you think, ere yet you fix his fate, What pla ues arife from all the mimic throng: "My part's too short ;-and, Sir, my part's too long."

This calls for incident; that repartee.

"Down the back

cape for me.

"Give me a lean, N. Sayes, of rope;

"I love to wear he breeches, and

"Something for me the ground..

fiit. "Write a dark clofet, or a . ing fir • Fix Woodward in fome wh m "Or be facetious with Ned Sauter's

ears to

digra e:
e

This is our way; and yet cur bard to-night Removes each cbitacle, and fprings to light. Some fcenes, we hope, he brings to nature

true;

Some gleams of humour, and a moral too;
But no firare monfes s to your view:
No forms, grotefque and wild, are here at
Arife:

He beats an etching from the real life;
Exeres his efforts, in a polish'd age,
To drive the Smithfield mules from the flage;

B eafy dialogue would win your praife,
And on your decency gra't all his bayes.

The LEARNED DO G. A FABLE.
By Mr. O AKMAN.
TRAY was a dog of fubtie parts,

Had travell'd much, and learn'd the arts;
Such tricks and fanc es he could do,
As much furpris'd the canine crew.

Like modern juggiers, round the town,
His bilis were pofed up and down,
Just come from Italy or France,
A dog that can take fnuff, and dance,
Read, write, play at cards. or fing,
Has oft' perform'd before the King
With univerfal approbation,
Bevond the greatest expectation:
In short, no dog was e'er like Tray;
In London is but fhert his flay.

Of all the paffions in the beat,
Superior Novel y's confeft:
His theatre was always full,
And his furprizing tricks ne'er dull.
Among he reft a mastiff came,
Refolv'd to fee this dog of fame,
And having paid his money down,
He took his feat and Tray begun :

Firf, like a foldier, drefs'd in red,
With a long fword and fierce cockade,
He fiets, and in the fencing art
Moft wonderful he play'd his part.
Next, Ben, the failor, fhews his pow'r,
He trips, he turns, he beats the floor,
So well the aud'ence like the play,
Enc re, they cry, huzza! huzza!
Now, like a beau, with ftiff grimace,
He forews each mu'cle of his face;
His dainty paws a fnuff box fill'd,
A finer never fop beheld;
From which, with an affected air,
He'd often take a pinch, and flare,
And many things the moft furprizing,
At present not worth advertising.

The maft ff, who had feen the play,
And mak'd cach word and act of Tray,
Fir fnor.'d to hew his indignation,
And hen addrefs'd this fage cration:

Your parts, fiie d Tray, 't's very true,
May phafe a while the unthinking crew,
But dogs of fenfe, as well as me,
Wid all in this great truth agree,
Such parts are only of the kind
To vit ate, not improve the mind,
And therefore can't be understood
To be any real good;

In vain you beast, to great your fame,
Falle praife but only damns your name.

Airs