it ; and in such cases I always thought it my duty to run him through the body, or to cane him, according to the rank he held in society ; thus the peace of families was preserved, and the reputation of the lady fuffered nothing from her intercourse with a man of honour. Thele were indeed the days of chivalry. But now, as Mr. Burke says, all the decent drapery of life is rudely torn off. The man who discovers the most Platonic affection between his wife and a gentleman, repairs to an attorney : Westminster Hall is immediately made acquainted with it, and the dear lady is undone, and her character is blasted for ever. This is the true levelling systein; a gentleinan and a scavenger are treated with no distinction. Amphitrion behaved in a different manner, when Jupiter did him the ho. nour to spend an evening at his house.

You may say what you please on the subjects of liberty and property, but I never can believe that I am in a free country, when I am debarred the liberty of a little innocent chit chat with my friend's wife.' My property, too, cannot be considered in safety, when every cuckold has a claim upon me for the supposed injury I have done him. No, Sir, these things are upon a better footing in France; and if they are not better arranged here, a reform in parliament at least, if not a revolution, will be necessary. For what man of fashion will step forward to support a conftitution which restrains his enjoyments ?

- We hear no more of that stale maxim, that a virtuous woman is a treasure to her husband. If crim.con. continues to be so costly, I must absolutely marry to recruit my circumstances, and pay the price of my own offences by the profits of my wife’s transgressions. If my wife ihould be pretty, she will be to me a treasure at all events. I may, perhaps, through her means, acquire what my own merits have failed in obtaining the colonelcy of my regiment.

Your humble fervant,


P.S. I P.S. I find, by a late cafe, that even seduction is not allowable. Where the tyranny of government will stop, in restraints upon our natural liberty, it is difficult to say, St. James's Chronicle.)

To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle.
Ω του κρατίσου παι Ποσειδώνος Θεού

Xaise x'AQgcô,7ms.
Αλλοι μεν ή μακραν μας απεχουσιν Θεού,

Η ουκ έχουσιν ωτα,
'H our cicing , nepogé gouri impão oudt iv,

LiO Touchil op wplay,,
Où túrova, oidea nábovor's ariano Govóve

Ευχόμεσθα δη σοι,
Πρώτον μεν ειρήνην ποίησον, φίλτατε,
Κύριος γαρ ει ού.

ATHENÆUS, VI. p. 253. D.
TE were discoursing the other day on the fashion

once so prevalent in Rome of deifying those benefactors of mankind, the Emperors. A person in company observed, that it was not original, or peculiar to Rome; that many instances of it might be found in the Greek history; at the same time he mentioned; Alexander the Great and Demetrius Poliorceta. The latter example not being quite so well known as the other, he informed us, that the Athenians, besides paying other compliments to Demetrius, fang an hymn to him, at his entrance into Athens, from which this gentlenian repeated the verses above quoted. Being requested, by the unlearned part of the company, to explain the verses, he gave us the following translation:

“ Hail, O son of the most powerful God Neptune, and of Venus!”

(N. B. Son of Neptune, in poetry, we know, fignifies a King with a mighty naval power, and Son of Ver nus denotes that air of grace and dignity mixed, which is inseparable from royalty.)

« For all other Gods are either at a great distance from us, or have no ears, or exist not at all, or pay not


the least attention to us: but thee we behold a present Deity, made neither of' wood nor of stone, but a real God. We therefore pray thee, first of all, to give peace in our time, o dearest; because thou only fightest for us.

Another observed, that there was something in the general spirit of this address extremely like a late composition that had been much handed about in manu. script. The poem was read, of which I send you a copy, if it can be of any use to your paper. We all agreed, however, that the author had, with great judgment, avoided the pacific conclusion of the Greek verses, which shews, that the Athenians were sorry cravens, in comparison with true British Hearts of Oak.



HAIL, gracious Sire ! to thee belong
My morning pray’r, my even fong ;

My heart and soul are thine :
Inspire me, while I chaunt thy praise,
In zealous, tho’in feeble lays

And thew thy pow'r divine !
Late, while I lay a senseless mass,
As dull as peasant, ox, or ass,

Unworthy note and name,
Methought thy fiat reach'd mine ear-
« Let Mr. SCRUB become a Peer"!

And Scrub a Peer became.
Of such a change in Nature's laws
What pow'r could be th' efficient cause,

Inferior to a God ?
All public virtue, private worth,
Confpicuous talents, splendid birth,
Attend the Sou'reign's nod*. .

* In Latin numen.

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I'm now a Member of that Court
That settles, in the last resort,

The business of the nation ;
Where, since I'm kick'd up ftairs by thee,
I'll clearly prove my pedigree

As old as the creation t.
But not omnipotence alone
Adorns the owner of a throne;

His attributes pass counting:
Of justice, when he hangs poor knavesy
Of mercy, when rich rogues he faves,

He's rightly call'd the fountain.
In part of payment for thy favours,
I tender thee my best endeavours,

If haply thou shalt need 'em ;
Nor shall I grudge thy shirt to air,
For all the Bed-room Lords declare

Thy service perfeet freedomn.
The Devils of old, as Milton sings,
Were angry with the King of Kings,

And thought he'd reign’d too long :
Of late the herd of Gallic swine
Dar'd to deny the right divine

Of Kings, to govern wrong.
u Go,” said the Lord, “ my son, pursue
This fa&tious, diabolic crew, .

And on them pour my ire:
In hell, then, let them count their gains,
There dwell in adamantine chains,

And roast in penal fire !

+ Clown. You were best lay these robes are not gentlemen born. Give me the lie, do; and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.

Autolicus. I know you are now, Sir, a gentleman born. ,
Clown. Aye, and have been so any time these four hours.
WINTER's TALE, A& V. Sc. II. '

So .

So didst thou send thy chosen fon,
With sword, and bayonet, and gun,

French Atheism up to root:
He fought, he beat, the rebels fell;
He sent their armies all to hell-

Or tried at least to do't. .
Yield never to such fiends accurs’d;
Fight on, and bid them do their worst;

And, if thy Comnions still
Shall vote thee cash, to subsidize
Our trusty, firm, fincere allies,

We'll not rejeet the bill.
These truths, when first we rise to speak,
With voice irresolute and weak,

As is the mode, we utter;
But, in the progress of th' oration,
Enfam'd with lordlike indignation,

At Jacobins I sputter :-
« My Luds, you've heard a noble Lud
Wisely advise to shed more blood;

For who that wears a star,
While honour in this house survives,
Values a rush plebeian lives?

I therefore vote for war.
« What ! leave Religion in the lurch!
No:-fink our commerce-ave the church;

Nor spare men, money, nor ship; Fresh millions after millions Aing For if we lose our Church and King,

What will be left to worship?
« My Luds, the reverend Peers in lawn,
Have laid their precious souls in pawn

Upon the war's success;
These wizards know a curious fpell,
Which, rightly us'd, will Heaven compel
The British arms to bless.

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