the charge against my lord Nottingham's character will be the fame as his against Mr. Whiton's. From hence he must appear very unfair himself, to condemn (and endeavour to lead others to do the fame) a venerable and valuable character only by the evidence of his adversaries; of fincerity (if more is thought neceffary} appears in his conduct, upon receiving a letter at Tunbridge, as the whole is publihed to the world: And fince this author grounds his charge only upon the general accufation of two of his antago nifts, writing in the heat of controverty, whereas he ought to have defired (as I AI think much greater weight should be fincerely do) all to read both fides before they come to a determination. laid on a teftimony in his favour from an eminent and learned bishop, who was himfelf on the orthodox fide of the queftion I mean bifhop Smalridge, who having perufed Mr. Whifton's 4th vol. in MS. on returning it to him, expreffed himself to this purpose, "You have acted very uprightly, your quotations are fair and jult; a friend of mine did fuggeft to me that he thought you had omitted fome paffages in antiquity which feemed to make against you, but upon comparing, I found you had not omitted them, but they were all in your papers." See Memoirs of Dr. S. Clarke, ift edition, p. 175. Notwithstanding what is above Without confidering any thing farther, I think, it will appear his manner of attempt is unjustifiable, and far from proving his charge against Mr. Whifton's characer, as wanting integrity and love of truth. I own, i always thought his worst enemies would never lay the wart B of thefe to his charge, there feeming as little reafon for it in his, as in mott, if not any character that has appeared amongst us; if a view of his condua is taken under notice. In order to which he thould be confidered as the easy and happy Mr. Whifton, profeffor of the mathematicks at Cambridge, with just ex-faid, I would not be thought to fay his pectations of further advancement, ca- character was perfect; foibles he had, The See more in defence of bis character, in our Mag. for April laft. p. 157 ; and for May, 225, 226. The LASS of the MILL.. Sung by Mr. BEARD. Who has e'er been at Baldock muft needs know the mill, At the fign of the Horfe at the 285 foot of the hill; Where the grave and the gay, the clown and the beau, With-out all diftinction pro-mifcuously go : Piano Forie Where the grave and the gay, the clown and the beau, With- A New COUNTRY DANCE. The first couple cast off two couple, the second couple follows at the fame time, foot it, lead up to the top, hands acrofs quite round, cross over, foot it and Burn, right hands and left quite round . Poetical ESSAYS in JUNE, 1753. ODE. On the 4th of June, being the Birth Day of bis Royal Highness GEORGI, Prince of Wales. By R. ROLT. 1. RING your chaplets, ftrew your B How'rs; Strike the tabor, ftring the lyre: Let us greet the happy hours; Let our joy to heav'n afpire. Ye shepherds hafte, ye nymphs advance ; Joins the trumpet's fprightly note; Grim War pulls off the vizer from his face, [Peace : And fhrinks before the glorious ray of No more Rebellion, with unhallow'd hand, Drives Rage and Havock o'er a weeping Around the flow'ry mead and fertile field, See Plenty all her various tribute yield: The hop-plantation, and the apple- race, With corn, beft gift of heav'n! the prospect grace. Bacchus, Pomona, Ceres, blefs the foil, And rich abundance crowns the farmer's toil: Not more could Amalthea's horn contain, Of ripen'd product, from the field or plain. III. Lo! Health climbs up the mountain's brow, To fee Britannia's wealth below; Where the thick flock fuch fleeces bear, As fhame the ancient Tyrian pride: 'Tis Jafon's wealth; our navies are But one great Argos o'er the tide; Whofe womb contains fo opulent a ftore, As ev'n to purchase all Potofi's ore. Bleft ifle! where freedom happily receives That treasure, which deftroy'd ten thoufand laves. IV. Ye venerable patriarchs of the wood, I long to fee you ploughing up the flood; All rang'd in terrible array, Where glorious Vernon points the way, To humble France, to crush the Spanish pride, [tide. And frew the Bourbon Lilies o'er the Then fhall Britannia, ocean's queen, Like her own oak, fupremely rife: Her pow'r extend to polar fkies: The world thall centre in her ifle. Bleft profpect!-Commerce, rear thy languid head; fing maid. Look up, thy George hall chear his droop Poetical ESSAYS in JUNE, 1753. V. Britain's Afcanius, from thy grandfire learn How to direct the regal sway : Like him, the victor's laurels nobly earn, Or teach rude factions to obey. Late be the hour! but, when he feeks the skies, How glorious then will all thy virtues rife! When Granville's counfels guard the throne, To guide the fword, the olive fpread What can we fear? a glorious crown Shall circle round thy royal head; Britannia thall regain her loft renown, While Peace and Freedom dance in ev'ry fhade. [ftate; So young Auguftus fway'd the Roman So good Mecænas won an empire's love: *Tis virtue wifely to direct the great; 'Tis virtue wifdom's counfel to approve : [brings, Peace won by war, more folid glory Than all the palms of all the warring kings. VI. . Thy Granville fhall behold no Pyrrhus here, Nor, like his Cyneas, thy ambition fear. Beneath his ever-zealous care, How great, how glorious, shalt thou fhine? How very terrible in war? In peace, how amiably divine? Another Harry o'er the field, Where Agincourt shall grace thy shield: Another Edward o'er the plain, Where ev'ry Art proclaims thy reign. The Muses, enliven'd, fhall rear up their head, [gay mead: And tune their fweet fymphony round the While Freedom and Plenty fhall form their blithe band, The Sciences too fhall be there; Fair Commerce fhall bring up each Art in her hand, And their feftival laft thro' the year: While Britain's bleft children shall happily fing, [" and king." "Great George is our father, our patron, PROLOGUE and EPILOGUE to the Adelphi of Terence, lately acted by the Charterhoufe Scholars, before the Right Rev. the Bishops of Oxford, Chefter, Worcester, and Fern, and many other Perfons of Diftinction. PROLOGUE, Spoken by Sainsbery, in the Character of HEGIO, 10-night, ye Britons, let the immor Ttal name Of Roman Terence your attention claim : To you, undaunted, he submits his cause, And dares the teft of your fevereft laws; 287 • Addison and Steele were Charterhouse scholars, If Demea ftern, with magifterial air, Knits the rough brow, and lifts the voice fevere: If gallant Æfchinus has had the luck, move In the contracted fphere of conftant love: Candour will caft a veil on judgment's eye, And pafs the leffer faults unheeded by. This for ourfelves.-You ladies thereI know it, [our poet : Will make fome threwd reflections-on His women!- -Lord!- -they're very ftrange, I fwear? [they are! What modeft-fimp'ring-filent things Our fex in ev'ry age, tho' men agree, Were chiefly fam'd for taciturnity: Yet fure the creature must be in the wrong, [of tongue.. -- To give them fuch a monftrous-dearth They might have had a little more to [outrée: fay; A little more-would fcarce have been 'Tis fure-But do not therefore damn our play. 'Tis true, the bard had parents most in view, [too. Yet furely, 'twill hold good of husband Thro' life's fair voy'ge he bids them gently fteer; Neither be too remifs, nor too fevere. When truth, not paffion, vindicates their fway, [obey. The ftubborn yield-the milder pleas'd Ingenuous tempers cannot brook controul; Love gently binds, yet ftrongly leads the foul. To bis Grace the Duke of DORSET, written by Mr. JONES (Author of The Earl of Effex) foon after bis Arrival in Dublin, run; For this is Dorfet's shelter-giving bow'r; Here Dorfet rules, here Buckhurst rul'd before, [ground; Sonie angel guides thee to the hallow'd Here Dryden thar'd a Sackville's princely ftore, [renown'd Here Butler blefs'd the bounteous hand Like thine my humble lot, at first, was thrown, In mean obfcurity's neglected vale Nor had my latent genius e'er been known, Nor future ages heard my happy tale; Had not great Buckhurft fnatch'd me from the gloom, [on high; He rais'd me up, and held my mufe His flowing bounty made my laurel bloom, [nal iky: Like dews defcending from th' autumNor ftops the current of his gen'rous mind, [ous race; But fwells increasing thro' th' illuftriThe rich refreshing stream each Mufe fhall find, [grace: In Dorfet's favour, and diftinguish d Where genuine gratitude, and love fincere, Their filial fentiments aloud up-raife; Let thy devoted verfe be offer'd there Join the full chorus of a people's praife. But e'er thou reach thy happy native coaft, [goodSure heav'n intends thee fome peculian This honour'd incident fhall be thy boaft, With her to pass the hoarfe Iernian flood; With her whofe heart in Dorfet's bofom dwells, [more dear; Than kingdoms to his faithful breaft And when the rude unmanner'd ocean fwells, [near, My guardian aid fhall at her fide be To harmonize the difcord of the main, When elements in dreadful chaos roll; My fav'rite office, and my peaceful ftrain, Shall calm the tumults of her tender fout. My |