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Alft on Pegalu be waves bis pen,
And buris defiance at the caitiff's din.
The first on fancy'd giants spent his rage,
But this has more than windmills to engage.
He combats paffion, rosted in the foul,
Whef pears at once delight ye and control;
Wife magic bondage each le flave enjoys,
Ner swishes freedom, tho' the spill deftreys.
To fave our land from this MAGICIAN'S
charms,

And rescue maids and matrons frem his arms,
Or knight pectic comes
And Ob! ye fair!
This black ENCHANTER's wicked arts beware!
Ins jubtle perfen, dims the brightest eyes,
And at its thich, each grace and beauty dies.
Lome, por long's and sex to reze gine way,
And the juft derve becomes a bird of proj.

Shake off the fhackles of this tyrant vice:
Hear other calls than thofe of cards and dice
Be learn'd in nobler arts, than arts of play,
And other debts than those of bonour pay.
No longer live infenfible to fhame,
Left to your country, families and fame.

Cou'd our romantick muje this work atcbieve, Wou'd there one boneft heart in Britain grieve? Th' attempt, tho' wild, wou'd not in vain be made,

If every Loneft band wou'd lend its aid. EPILOGUE. Written by a FRIEND. And Spoken by M. PRICHARD. Ofis Juid, thuff Mahomet denounc'd dam Nev'ry gamefler in th' Arabian nation,

Should the moft heav'nly beauty bid

ber,

you take

You'd rather bold -two aces and a maker,
By your example our fex drawn in,
Is guilty of the fame unnat ral fin;
The Budy now of every girl of parts

Is bow to win your money, not your bearts.
O! in what fweet, subat ravijbing delights,
Our beaux and belles together pass their nights!
By ardent perturbations kept awake,
Each vietos with longing eyes the other's - flake.
The smiles and graces are from Britain flown,
Our Cupid is an errant sharper grocon,
And fortune fits on Cytherea's throne.
In all thofe things the women may be blam'd,
Sure men, the wifer men fhou'd be afham'd!
And 'tis a borrid fcandal, I declare,
That four frange queens fhould rival all the
fair,

Four jilts with neither beauty, wit nor parts,
0 fhame! have got poffeffion of their hearts;
And those bold fluts, for all their queenly pride,
Have play'd losfe tricks, or clfe they're much
belv d.

Cards were at fir for benefits defign'd,
Sent to amufe, and not enflave the mind.
From good to bad how eafy the transition!
For what was pleasure once, is now perdition.
Fair ladies then thefe wicked gamefter: jhun,
Whoever weds one, is, you je, undone.

A SONG introduced in the GAMESTER, and jung by LucY.

I judge from my heart, and I speak from

I feel thee, I praife thee. Whatever thy [friendship and fame :

name,

87

Dwell'st thou with them that rule the globe!

Or with the ruftick race?
With them that wear the ermin'd robe ?
Or thofe who fpurn a place?
With the thrice beneficed priest,
Who basks in opulence?
Or with his curates, who fubfift
On a bare competence?

Art thou the fage phyfician's guide,
Who takes the enormous fee?
Or joint thou on his patient's fide,
T' alleviate mifery?

Doft thou attend the hero's (word,

Support the ribbon's blaze?
Brood on the mifer's countless hoard,
Or tag the poet's lays ?

Afk thefe, and afk ten thousand more,
Who own thee as a gueft;
Some abfent good they all deplore,

Some with till racks the breaft.
Endless my fearch to find thee out,
Thro' fogs, and mazes here;
Turn'd fceptick, I thy being doubt,
Confute me, and appear.

From youth to age, fmit with thy charms,
I've lur'd thee to my cot;
But thou elud ft thofe eager auns,

And wilt not be my lot.

A fmile is all my foul can hope,
In this unstable state;

Yet let me give my fancy scope,

When time thall terminate.

Then wilt thou yield to my embrace,
Grant favours all divine;

Unveil the beauties of thy face,
And be for ever mine.

EURYCLES.

EPITAPH in the Church-Yard of Hempstead in Hertfordinire.

Here lies JOHN BRANCH, The hufband of SARAH BRANCH, Who died 1741, aged SS. Farewel, vain world, for I'll be gone, Thou art no reft nor home for me; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world can fee.

The LADY and the PIMPLE. A Fable.

APHNE in fhape, in face and air,

The blemish fill'd her foul with grief,
From phyfick's arts fhe fought relief
In vain their skill the doctors try'd,
The pimple all their power defy'd.
With pining woe the funk opprefs'd,
And peace forfook her anxious breaft.
Thou hideous cruel feab, the said,
Thus to deform fo fair a maid!
What, could't thou find no other place
To fhew thyfelf, but in my face?
A face fo blooming, fmooth and bright,
The womens envy, mens delight.
Alas! the men will gaze no more;
No more they'll praife, no more adore ;
No more the womens fpleen will rife;
No more they'll view with envious eyes :
Men will neglect and women scorn;
O fhocking! 'tis not to be born.
Know, hateful thing, I'll make thee
fly,

Or in the glorious conteft die.

With that the call'd a furgeon's aid; The pimple's gone, the plaifter laid; But ah! no art could heal the wound, And rankling humours fpread around,

More wretched now the loath'd the
light,

She pin'd by day, nor flept by night;
Vexation, phyfick, grief and pain,
Soon brought confumption and her train ;
Who never left her, hapless prey,
Till in the arms of death fhe lay.
Refembling this was Delia's fate;
She fancy'd that the fingle ftate
On female merit much reflected,
'Caufe folks might think, the men neg-
lected,

And laughing cry, in fpiteful prate,
Poor girl, the cannot get a mate.
Of death the fcarce was more afraid,
Than that dire epithet, old maid.
She fain wou'd do like other folk,
And, like her neighbours, wear a yoke;
For, O! the muft expire with fhame,
If call'd by fuch an odious name.

Thus fancy in her brain had wrought,
The name, a real ill the thought;
And when a worthlefs fwain apply'd,
Devoid of love, became a bride :
Herfelf to fancy facrific'd,
And took a mate her foul defpis'd;
Scar'd by an idle bugbear name,
A real wretch for life became.

Thus oft fome trifling ill to fhun,
We into fatal mischiefs run;
And to avoid one woe, tho' fmall,
We into twenty great ones fall:
That one, perhaps, fome trifling stain,
Or evil merely of the brain,
Which only fancy makes a pain.
Nay, oft the fear of future ills
Our fouls with fecret terror fills;
Ills, which may never be our fate;
Ills, which wild fancy does create;

To Mr. LAMBERT.
H, Lambert! tho' untaught I fing,
My mufe demands thine ear:

She draws from nature's artless spring,
Unvenal and fincere.

Felt I that all creative glow,

Still animating thee;

Then honour might my verfe bestow;
But now you honour me.

Tho' faint the ray that prompts my thought,
It brightens at thy fire;

And while thyworks mine eyes have caught; I warm as I admire,

What magick power! what wond'rous fkill!

Compleats thy fancy's birth!

How just thy pencil calls at will,

The face of nature forth!

When fol the fummer's morn beftows,
Not lovelier looks the glade;

Than profpects which thy canvas shows,
By dint of light and fhade.

The rural cot, the fleecy flock,

The clouds, the hills, the fea;
The lawn, the grove, the rill, the rock,
Who reprefents like thee?
While at the theatre,-the feat

Of fenfe, of taste, and wit;
Where fifter arts in union meet,
Th' enraptur'd audience fit;
Applauding all that glads the fight,

Or moves to mirth the heart; The crowded houfe thy toil requite, And blefs the painter's art *.

"'Where rocks o'er rocks their fronts extend,"

While winter glooms the fkies;

Where warbling birds in fong contend,
Or cloud-topt hills arife.

Each landscape charms ev'n envy's frown,
Each fcene confirms thy fame.--
While publick praife fhall merit crown,
So long fhall live thy name.
For bright'ning promis'd genius moft,
Greece, Italy may fhine;

Nor envy Britain! thou canst boaft
A Lambert and a Pine.

BOYCE.

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THE lord Cadogan and the other executors of the late Sir Hans Sloane, Bart. having defired the trustees, who were appointed by Sir Hans to take care and keep together his museum, to meet at the manor-houfe of Chelsea, at ten in the morning on Saturday, Jan. 27, they met there accordingly, above 40. Lord Cadogan was there, and received them in the politeft manner; and having caufed the galleries, libraries, and all the other apartments, to be shewn, they affembled in the great room, where his lordship produced Sir Hans's will, and acquainted the truftees with the codicils, which contained Sir Hans's difpofition for continuing his collection together at Chelsea, and to give a fmall part of the value thereof to his family; and for that purpofe, to make an offer of the faid museum to the king, or parliament of England, for 20,000l. to be paid to the family: And in cafe the fame was accepted and continued at Chelsea, to give the manor-house at Chelsea, with the mufeum, as it is now difpofed, which would fave the expence and hazard of removing the fame, and to be kept open at proper hours for the access of the ftudious and curious. Then Mr. Sloane acquainted the truftees, that the executors being apprehenfive of danger, the medals, of which there were great quantities of gold and filver, befides a series of curious copper ones, and the precious ftones, fuch as pearls, rubies, emeralds, &c. and the vafes of gems, &c. had been removed for fafety to the Bank of England, and that two of the executors had feen them all packed up. The earl of Macclesfield, having been defired by the truftees to take the chair, the will and codicils were read. (See p. 43, 44.) Lieut. Gen. Oglethorpe gave an account of the intention of Sir Hans, of the nature and the value of the mufeum, and produced an abstract of the articles it contained; and defired that Mr. James Empfon, who had taken care of the museum for many years paft, by Sir Hans Sloane's order, fhould read the abftract, and explain the articles that should be asked, which he did accord. ingly, and was appointed their fecretary by the trustees. Sir George Littleton then moved, and Mr. Weft feconded, that a memorial fhould be prefented to his ma jefty relating to this matter; and a comFebruary, 1753.

mittee was appointed to draw up the faid memorial, and to lay the fame before a general meeting of the trustees; of whom the following is a lift,

Rt. Hon. Charles Sloane Cadogan, Efq; Hans Stanley, Efq; William Sloane, Efq; Rev. Sloane Elfemere, D. D. The rector of Chelsea for the time being. Martin Folkes, Efq; The prefident of the Royal Society for the time being. Sir Paul Methuen. James Weft, Efq; The treafurer of the Royal Society for the time being. The two fecretaries of the Royal Society for the time being. Samuel Clarke, Efq; Hon. Richard Arundell, Efq; Jofephi Andrews, Efq; Mr. Jofeph Ames. Mr. Henry Baker. Rev. James Bradley, D. D. Mr. Peter Collinfon. Sir John Evelyn, Bart. John Fuller, of Suffex, Efq; Rev. Stephen Hales, D. D. Theodore Jacobfon, Efq; Smart Lethieullier, Efq; Sir James Lowther, Bart. George Littleton, Efq; Rev. Charles Littleton, D. D. dean of Exeter. Rev. Henry Miles, D. D. David Papillon, Efq; Sir George Saville, Bart. Sir Hugh Smithfon, Bart. Charles Stanhope, Efq; Rev. William Stukely. James Theobald, Efq; Sir Peter Thompfon, Knt. Hon. Horatio Walpole, jun. Efq; Hon. Philip York, Efq; Sir William Codrington, Bart. Charles Gray, Efq; Hon. Gen. James Oglethorpe. John Ranby, Efq; Mr. George Bell. Rt. Rev. George lord bishop of Exeter. Rt. Rev. Zachary lord bithop of Bangor. Rt. Hon. Edward Southwell, Efq; Sir John Heathcote, Bart. John Milnes, Efq; Mr. William Watfon, Sir John Barnard. Sir William Calvert. Slingsby Bethell, Efq; Rt. Hon, and Rt. Rev. count of Zinzendorff, lord advocate of the Unitas Fratrum. Rt. Hon. Henry XXVIII. count of Reufs. Hon. the baron of Watteville. Hon. the baron of Gerfdorff, chancellor of the Unitas-Fratrum. Rev, Henry Coffart de St. Aubin d'Efpiez, agent of the UnitasFratrum. Hon. John Hampden, Efq; Col. Sotherby. Mr. Taylor. Mr. Hal let. Mr. James Empfon.

Extract of a Letter from Dunkirk. On Dec. 2. laft died, at the fign of the Burgundy-crofs in Furnes, a town belonging to the queen of Hungary, about 15 English miles Eaft of this place, Capt. William Henry Cranstoun, aged forty-fix. (See p. 45.) His illness did not continue above 9 days, but the last 3 his pains were fo very great, and he was fwelled to

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fuch a degree, that it was thought by the phyfician and apothecary that attended him, that he would have burst, and by the great agonies he expired in, he was thought to be raving mad. As he had juft before his death embraced the Roman Catholick religion, he was buried in great folemnity, the corporation attending the funeral, and a grand mafs was faid over the corpfe in the cathedral church, which was finely illuminated, and in which he was buried. Some little time before he died he made a will, which was fealed up in the prefence of one Mrs. Rofs (whofe maiden name was Dunbar, and which name he went by) and two other perfons who were alfo his acquaintance. The will he figned with his own name, and gave all his fortune which was in his brother's hands to his child, who is now living at Hexham in Northumberland, with her mother, to whom he had fo villainoufly denied being married, and for which he often faid, a curfe had attended him for injuring the character of fo good a wife. When he was afked concerning Mr. Blandy's murder, he often reflected on himself greatly, yet faid, that Mifs Blandy ought not to have blamed him fo much as he did, but the particulars of which he faid fhould never be known till his death. He firft made his escape out of England the latter end of laft February to Bologne; but as foon as he was known to be there, was obliged to be kept concealed by Mrs. Rofs, fome relations of his wife's, who were in that country, threatening revenge for his bafe ufage to her; fo that Mrs. Rofs and he were obliged at laft to fly from Bologne by night, which was on the 26th of July last, and lived in Furnes from that time. The fortune in his brother's hands, which he has left to his child by his will, is 1500l. his patrimony, which he formerly received 5 per cent. for; but on his being caft before the lords of the feffion in Scotland, in the cause concerning the validity of his marriage, which was confirmed, 501. out of the 751. was ordered by their lordships to be paid the wife annually for the fupport of her and the child, which the received, and has lived ever fince with fome of her own relations in Hexham aforementioned. It was further faid, that before he died he declared, that he and Mifs Blandy were privately married before the death of her mother, which was near two years before Mr. Blandy was poifoned. (See our Mag. for last year, p. 180.)

The following account of the fuccefs of ventilators, by the Rev. Dr. Stephen Hales, was printed in the General-Evening-Poft.

This is to inform the publick, that ventilators, worked by a windmill, having been fixed in Newgate; and the branching trunks to 24 wards been finished about 4 months, whereby all the wards have the foul putrid air drawn out of them in their turns; upon making inquiry of Mr. Akerman the keeper, I have the fatisfaction to find that this ventilation is of great benefit to the health and lives of the prifoners: For, by comparing the last 4 months with the like 4 months of the preceding years, it appears, that there died 7 in the 4 months to the end of laft Jan. Whereas in the fame months of the fix preceding years there died 99; which is, at a medium, at the rate of between 16 and 17 every 4 months; fo that more than 9 lives every 4 months have been faved by this means.

Newgate has the peculiar difadvantage, above all other gaols, of having the infectious goal diftemper brought there, by the great number of prifoners which come every feffions from other very nasty, noxious goals; an evil, which, it is to hoped, will for the future be prevented by ventilation and cleanlinefs.

Upon the like inquiry at the Savoy prifon, where ventilators were fixed near 4 years fince, by order of the Rt. Hon. Henry Fox, Efq; fecretary at war, I find they have enjoyed so good health, that in 1749, of 200 men, but one died, and he of the fmall-pox: And in 1750, of 240, which were there 3 months, but 2 died. In 1751 none died; and in 1752 only one perfon died, who was a great glutton. Whereas, before the ventilators were put up, there often died 50 or 100, of the infectious goal distemper: And this, notwithstanding they have not only a paved open area or court to walk in, which was washed thrice in a week in the evening, and the wards as often in the morning, in warm weather, and every 14 or 20 days in cold damp weather. Yet, before ventilation, the foul air of the wards, which became putrid by long continuance in a stagnant ftate, for want of being often changed for fresh air, became infectious and deadly.

And what contributes the more to the prefent healthinefs of the place, is, that Mr. Hayward, the mafter of the prifon, continues with the fame care and zeal to keep it clean: And, the more effectually to cure the wards of any infection, he burns, as I have defired him, every fix weeks, two pounds of brimstone in the larger wards, and one pound in the smaller. And Mr. Akerman informs me, that the wards in Newgate are cleaned every week.