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Poetical ESSAYS in MAY, 1753.

Your audience are courtiers, fine ladies
and peers,
[their parts
Renown'd for their titles or fam'd for
And if you find periods to tickle their
ears,
[their hearts.
Ne'er mind the odd custom of mending
If the vices in fafhion your fermon ar
raigns,

You make half your audience that hear you your foes; [your pains, And tho' two white sleeves you expect for You must live on content with your beaver and rose.

Against your own intereft you foolishly
fight
[your pulpit or pew,
When you blab out bold truths, from
And fir'd at your freedom, enrage every
knight,

If his ribbon is red, or his garter is blue.
Let your merit be flighted, yet ne'er be
perplext,
[poffeft;

Of more than enough if you fill are Four guineas each Sunday you have for [are unbleft.

a mufe,

a text, And the fault is your own, if you still Tho' a mitre you mifs, yet you still have [fawn; Too upright to flatter, too honeft to And a genius like yours, much fooner fhould chufe [with the lawn. To be crown'd with a laurel than grac'd Then in fhades and retirement your moments employ, [must look ; Where all the wife few for contentment And whatever your fancy, 'twill give you more joy, [a duke.

To fup with a yeoman than dine with A chop once a day, and your pint at a meal, [petite lacks ; Will feast you with all that your apMuch better than feeding on widgeon and teal, [at Pontacks, Tho' fwimming in fauce, and ferv'd up If your church is but fmall, and your hearers but few, [of the bell, When you tie on your band at the found Tho' you boast of no verger to open your pew [well!

Your clark, or your fexton will do it as With velvet, gold toffells your cushion a`dorn'd, [difplay;

Muft greatly affift you, your parts to
And furely no preacher can ever be scorn'd,
Haranguing his flock from a pulpit fo
gay!

No longer from blifs by your vanity drawn,
Call reafon and prudence and books to
your aid;
[lawn,
The parfon indeed may be pleas'd with the
But the mufe is delighted much more
with the shade,

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In your study at five, on your nag just at feven,

[mix, While reading and leifure you learnedly By thefe helps you may fooner be carry'd to heaven, [dau and fix, Than thofe who mount up in a lanWhile half the wild world grows mad with the crowd, [your hall You think in your grotto, or mufe in And fcorning vain mortals, of coronets proud, [them all.

Keep close in your closet, and laugh at To Mifs L, en ber B12TH-DAY, April 25, O. S.

LL nature now looks blith and gay,

A The birds are warbling, lambking

play,

The trees new leaves and bloffoms bring
And meadows feem to laugh and fing,
Joyful this happy day to fee,

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When all things round him thus confpire,
Can Strephon filently admire ?
No: Let me pay respect that's due,
And I'll invoke no mufe but you.
All converfation with the nine,
To poets laureat I refign.

Parnaffus I ne'er dreamt upon,
Nor on the top of Helicon,
Nor tafted of that famous fpring;
That I should like the poets fing.
But fince fo many now you fee,
Write verfe, no more infpir'd than me;
Pray let me, at this joyful time,
Try to exprefs my thoughts in rhyme ;
Tho' fearful, in my humble lays,
To leffen with unequal praise
Your matchlefs worth, and virtues rare,
Confpicuous as your beauties are.
Your eyes fo charming, fparkling bright
Like ftars add luftre to the night.
I might proceed to fhape, and air,
Complexion, neck, hands, arms, and hair:
They're all perfections in their kind:
But then the beauties of your mind
Occur fo faft! that I'm distress'd
To know which I should mention first.
So Phyllis to the garden goes
To pluck a lily, or a rofe,
The great variety the meets,
Diftracts her in the midst of fweets.
Without or paint, or art t'adorn,
You bloom like Glaftenbury-thorn.
No feature in your face appears,
To fhew how you're advanc'd in years,
Why then fhou'd you take pains to tel
What nature has conceal'd fo well?
Your merit ne'er can be forgot,
If birth-day's folemniz'd or not.
Wou'd you but drop it for a while,
'Twou'd be forgot by change of style.
It is in April, fhou'd one fay,
I beg your pardon, 'tis in May.

Not

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Poetical EssAY's in MAY, 1753.

Not that I think it a reflection,
To have a healthy fine complexion
At fifty, to be brisk and jolly,
From vapours free and melancholy;
I rather think't a commendation,
Sign of your care and moderation.
For my affections, like good wine,
Are ftronger grown by length of time.
To me you ftill more charming grow,
Fairer than forty years ago.
But peoples fancies will be various,
For all men are not antiquaries.
Still may new years new luftre give
To all your charms; long may you live;
Till scarce one's left that can remember
If born in April or December.
May you enjoy unto the laft
Each day more happy than the past,
And kindly hear the wishes fervent
Of your obedient humble fervant.

PHILARCHA10S.

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RUST not again so soon a foreign shore, Your health's return'd, nature can add [no more, Her lavish hand has dealt you every grace, The easy manner, the engaging face; Your form high finish'd by her hand divine, The graceful air, and gentleft looks are [thine : Nor ftopt the here beneficent and kind, With all her skill and care the form'd your mind, [guile,

Gave you good nature, banish'd art and And o're your face diffus'd th' obliging fmile: Pleas'd with her work, and perfecting the [whole, With love of virtue, then the fir'd your foul: Sincere your heart, above all mean dif[guife, Speaks in your words, or more expreffive

eyes:

vain :

Your tongue is eloquent in honour's caufe, Your actions guided by her ftricteft laws; Your fenfe refin'd, from affectation free, Or the dull rules of awkard pedantry : Your converfation fure to entertain, Polite, not trifling; chearful, but not Your heaven-born foul with gen'rous [friendship glows, And feels compaffion for a stranger's woes. Say why you go, why leave your native home, To vifit burning mounts, and antique [stone ? Friends, confcious of your worth, your abfence mourn,

And joyless wait, till you again return,

To hail you welcome to Britannia's land,
With pleasure view you, with attention
[been shown,

ftand,

While in fweet founds you tell what has
Of a fad city, and the well wrought marble
stone;

Or what in Italy gave most delight,
And pleas'd th' inquiring traveller's curi-
ous fight;

Where mufick, painting, fculpture, all
confpire

To charm each sense, and gratify defire.
Blow foft, ye winds, unruffled as his foul,
Be fmooth, ye feas, nor let your billows
rowl ;

Guard him, ye facred powers, from foreign
harms,

And fafe conduct him to a parent's arms.

LOVE. An ODE.

1.

INCE Peggy's charms, divinely fair,
Have pour'd their luftre on my heart,
Ten thousand pangs my bofom tear,

if fuch the mournful moments prove,
And ev'ry fibre feels the fmart.
Ah! who wou'd give his heart to love?

2.

meet my fondest friend with pain,

Tho' friendship us'd to warm my foul:
Wine's gen'rous fpirit flames in vain,
I find no cordial in the bowl.
If fuch the mournful moments prove,
Ah! who would give his heart to love?
3.

Tho' nature's volume open lies,

Which once with wonder I have read ;
No glories tremble from the skies,

No beauties o'er the earth are spread.
If fuch the mournful moments prove,
Ah! who would give his heart to love?

4.

Ev'n poetry's ambrofial dews

With joy no longer feed my mind,
To beauty, musick, and the mufe,

My foul is dumb, and deaf, and blind.
Tho' fuch the mournful moments prove,
Alas! I give my heart to love.

5.

But fhould the yielding virgin smile,

Drefs'd in her fpotless marriage robes,
I'd look on thrones and crowns as vile,
The mafter of two fairer globes.
If fuch the rapt'rous moments prove,
O let me give my heart to love.
6.

The bufinefs of my future days,

My ev'ry thought, my ev'ry pray'r,
Should be employ'd to fing her praife,
Or fent to heav'n, alone for her.
If fuch the rapt'rous moments prove,
O let me give my heart to love.

7.

* Swallowed up by an earthquake 1600 years ago, where feveral curiofities and fine pieces of antiquity bave been lately found under ground. (See our Magazine for 1759, p. 545.)

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Poetical ESSAYS in MAY, 1753.

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O'er the world's ftage,how wild its tumults Behold the place, where meets each wanton gueft,

[jeft; Flows the wide bowl, and rings the empty Whence fober modefty with blushes flies, And juftice frowning claims again her fkies:

Here link'd in vileft chains of fin agree The modern wit, and hell-bred debauchee; Vile daring oaths difgrace fair virtue's rules,

the blade,

And pure religion is the mock of fools. There thick with blood rafh murder points [mad. Rich gluttons furfeit, and the drunkard's Turn round the eye, the wid'ning scene behold,

A mifer hovers o'er his bags of gold:
To pompous fools yon cringing flatterers
bend;

On pride elate a thousand flaves attend :
Loofe in her garb a wanton's arts appear,
And, ah! too many feel the deadly fnare;
In revels loft the wild adulterer lies,
Groans out a life, and funk in ruin dies...
Pale in her look, lo, where fad envy
ftands,
[ftain'd hands:
And frowning malice waves, her biood-,,
Hence fcandal flies, and where she takes
[honeft name.
Throws the fwift dart, and wounds each
There filent merit conftant vigils keeps,
Dragg'd thro' the world, and loft in fecret
[chain,
Near her dear friendship feels the heavy
And reputation bleeds at every vein.

her aim,

weeps;

Thrice happy he (few fuch, alas! are found) [around; Who walks ferene, and views the ftorm Bleft in reflection filent treads the shore, Calm, tho' wild billows lafh, rough. tore.

rents roar ;

[toil,

And when retir'd, fafe from each worldly Can talk with Tully, or converfe with Boyle;

bonds of night,

breath;

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Then ravish'd thought breaks thro' the
[lefs light;
Burfts o'er the stars and dwells in bound-
Calm when he looks upon a bed of death,
Calm in the hour he yields his fluttering
[mons due,
Calm when his God fends nature's fum-
Then turns, and fmiling bids the world
adieu.
[is giv'n,
Then finks to reft, the foul's great charge
And guarding angels waft it into heav'n.
OREST ES.

An ODE of HORACE imitated.
Otium divos, &c.

To Colonel WARBURTON.

Won barren rocks in frozen climes,

HEN glory Warburton detain'd

Did not his native foil intrude

A tender with ? *
For ease the harrafs'd failor prays,
And the fcorch'd youth in burning Ind,
Which fond ambitiou never yet

Was known to give.

Nor honours nor appointments large Can the fell tumults of the mind Remove, and cares that always wait On high command.

Why croud we with prefumptuous

views

Our span of life? why climates change?
What wretched exile ever could
Himself escape?

Fell care afcends the gilded ships
And fearches all the ranks of war,
More piercing than the bleak north-eaft
Tearing the clouds.

Yet think not thy brave labours loft, Cape Breton's dreadful fogs improve The charms of Winnington, and raise Thy future joys.

Unruffled you, in every clime; A virtuous mind is its own place; With felf applause each ev'ning blefs'd. "To day I've liv'd." To morrow whether heav'n difpenfe Sun-fhine or clouds, in all events The pleasures of a well spent life

Are quite your own.

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•Ifle of Wight.

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Poetical ESSAYS in

But as the fun, refulgent globe of light, By mifts obfcur'd, may thine more dimly bright;

Or by fome fable cloud its luftre veil'd, Lie hid in darkness from the world conceal'd;

Soevery joy which mortals here can know, is damp'd by forrow, or is mix'd with

woe:

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Pleasure entire, from all affaults fecure, TELL me, Hamilla, tell me why

To no one's granted, no one can enfure.
Ungovern'd paffions to fuch heights will

rife,

That friendship's felf oft falls a facrifice;
A fire is kindled in the human breaft,
By words mifconftru'd or a fimple jeft;
As fome one relish often spoils a feast:
Thus fportful, frifking on the funny green,
Two Tambkins loving are not feldom
⚫feen;

Off from the flock they to a distance ftray,
And all a battle represent in play;
Till fome unlucky thrufts roufe up their
rage,

Pretence is gone,, in earnest they engage.
Thofe, whom the fung, the Mufe reluc-
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Differ for caufes trivial as thefe ;
And full of anguish, fighing and alone,
Pours out her deep-felt melancholy moant
"Where dwelt their mutual fondness in
[no more?
that hour
When love took leave, and kindness now
Alas! no more, in social converse join'd,
Shall they partake the rapture of the mind?
Placid content, fhall fell disgust fucceed,
And vexing difcord make enjoyment bleed?
Forbid it, heav'n! and to them gracious
deign.

Their ftrict agreeing harmony again!
All jarring thoughts at utmost diftance keep
And bid the former in oblivion sleep!".

As thus diffolv'd in sympathy fhe lay,
A veice diftinctly faid (or feem'd to fay)
"Dry up thofe tears, big-trickling down
with grief,

I come to minifter the fought relief:
Reafon my name, from me for ever springs
That lenient balm, which draws affliction's
ftings:

Their fouls, receptive of my aid, I'll fill,
And all my gentleft precepts there instill;
Thefe firmly rooted, certain fhall create
A bleft reunion, ever fixt as fate."

She faid-prophetick, boldly then I dare
The future happy as the past declare,
Or as, when roaring ftorms their fury
[peace,
ceafe,
And Neptune fimiles his thunder into
Smoothly ferene, and calmer flow the
[ning now'r,

feas,

The failor, fafe from their late threat-
Feels joy tranfpoitive, never known be-.
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Thou doft from him that loves thes
run?

Why from his fond embraces fly,
And all his kind endearments fhun?

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Ceafe then, dear wildness, ceafe to toy, But hafte all rivals to outshine,

And grown mature, and ripe for joy, Leave mama's arms, and come to mine, SONG. By the fame.

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E fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain, [my ftrain; Approach from your fports, and attend to Amongst all your number a lover so true, Was ne'er fo undone, with fuch blifs in [mine? his view.

Was ever a nymph fo hard-hearted as She knows me fincere, and the fees how I pine; [her wrath, She does not difdain me, nor frown in But calmly and mildly refigns me to death. She calls me her friend, but her lover denies : [my fighs. She fmiles when I'm chearful but hears not A bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an air, Infpires me with hope, and yet bids me [tears: despair!

I fall at her feet and implore her with Her anfwer confounds, while her manner endears;

When foftly the tells me to hope no relief, My trembling lips blefs her in fpite of my [with care, grief.

By night, while I flumber, ftill haunted I start up in anguish, and figh for the fair: The fair fleeps in peace, may the ever do fo! And only when dreaming imagine my woe. Then gaze at a distance, nor farther afpire; [admire; Nor think the thould love, whom she cannot Hush all thy complaining, and dying her [grave,

flave, Commend her to heaven, and thyfelf to the

THB

THE

Monthly Chronologer.

ON April 28, governor Trelawney, late governor of Jamaica, and his lady, arrived in town from the Ile of Wight, where they were with great difficulty put on thore from on board the Assurance man of war, which was loft off the Needles ; but the officers, crew and passengers were, 'all faved.

On the 30th, a fire happened at the town of Tarvin in Chefhire, which burnt down above 40 dwelling houses, besides barns and other out buildings, with feveral ftacks of corn and hay.

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MONDAY, 7.

The feffions ended at the Old Bailey, when the eight following malefactors received fentence of death, viz, Charles Neale, for ftealing a mare; George Ro binfon, for robbing Mr. James Holland of a hat and wig in Goodman's-fields; Daniel Tagg, for stealing a mare, a lamb, a faddle and a bridle; David Berkley, for ftealing goods and money in a dwelling houfe; Thomas Morris, for ftealing a gelding; Thomas Jones, alias Ruffle Jones, for forging aed publishing a falfe order for the delivery of goods; Nicholas Lawrence for a highway robbery; and John Fish, for robbing Thomas Lampley, In Darkhoufe-lane.

May, 1753

THURSDAY, 10,

Was held the annual feast of the fons of the clergy at merchant taylors hall. The collections at St. Paul's on the reherfal and feast days, and at the hall, amounted to rogzł. Irs.

A philofophical account, communicated to Mr. Bond, was read before the Royal Society, of a remarkable spring, iffuing from a copper mine in the county of Wicklow in Ireland, into which thick iron bars being put, in 3 or 4 months are intirely confumed, and a quantity of copper greater than that of the iron is found, generally in the form of coarse fand, in the bottom of the pits in which the iron bars lay. This effect has been commonly mistaken for a real tranfmu tation of the iron into copper: But the doctor, by a chemical analysis of the water, found, that the copper is defolved by a Atrong mineral acid, and mixed with the water paffing thro' the copper ore in the mine, by which means the copper remains fufpended in the water till it meets with the iron bars in the pits contrived for that purpose, where the acid being more strongly attracted by the iron than by the copper, the latter neceffarily falls to the bottom, or is precipitated, while the former metal is gradually corroded or dissolved by the fame acid, and carried off in the stream constantly flowing from the spring.

FRIDAY, II.

A court martial was held on board the Tyger at Portsmouth, rear-admiral Bofcawen prefident, to enquire into the lofs of the Affurance man of war, a fhip of 40 guns, when Mr. Patterson the master, under whofe charge the fhip was, was fentenced to three months imprisonment in the Marshalfea, but was neither broke nor muleted. He acknowledged the captain offered him a pilot, but he thought there was no occafion ; and three pilots of the Isle of Wight fwore they never knew there was a thoal where the was wreck'd; and one of thein fwore, that at the time the struck, there was a counter tide fet in very strong, which might have deceived any person.

TUESDAY, 15.

A great number of Jew merchants attended the Houfe of Commons, about their naturalization bill, which had paffed the lords, and was then depending there.

His majefty went with the ufual state to the house of peers, and gave the royal affent to the following bilis, viz. An act for more effectually punishing perfons Hh who

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