When forest trees wear sickly hues, And agues wait on ev'ning dews,

Lay up for health, nor stint her.
Nor spare the produce of the vine;
Prepare the ham, the fowl, the chine,
Fill, fill thy stores with glowing coal,
And something for the Christmas bowl,
To cheer thy friends in winter.
Refurbish up thy warm surtout,
The buckskin glove and friendly boot;
And let the hat that shields thy head,
Around in ample cover spread;

This do for health, nor stint het.
Above the rest be this your care,
Use exercise and morning air;
And this you'll find of such avail,
While city fops look thin and pale,

You'll wear the rose in winter.
And now farewell, till Flora spreads
Her vernal mantle o'er our heads;
May peace o'er Britain still preside,
And Justice sword and balance guide,

Nor partial power e'er stint her. And may you 'midst your stock of cheer, Think on thy Poet's friendly wish, When old and dreary sinks the year, Nor hold those comforts from his dish, Which smooth the frowns of winter. *Game.

T. N.

TO A COUNTRY FRIEND,

On the approach of Winter.

STAY, sylvan friend, with plenty blest,
Who scorn'st the niggard's icy breast;
And as alone, at early morn,
You brush the thicket, trace the lawn,
List, to what sings Amintor.
To thee the friendly hint is sent,
Where more than meets the car is meant;
The while with dog and gun you roam,
Think on your townsman far from home,

Deny'd the sports of winter.

The reaper's moon and harvest past,
Rude blows the equinoctial blast;
Ah! now my rural friend, beware,
This season claims thy utmost care,

Health bids thee store, nor stint her.
Survey thy cot, secure thy roof,
Soon make it rain and tempest proof;
So when the sable cloud falls low,
Thy hearth shall yield the pleasing glow,

That soothes the rage of winter. When Easter-chicks begin to crow, And azure decks the mountain sloe;

THE MARRIED MAN AT HOME.

MANKIND o'er women empire boast,
And claim a right to roam;
But very often blust ring blades
Are Jerry Sneaks at home.

The hero who in battle fierce,

Has bravely risk'd his life;
The din of strife domestic fears,
And crouches to his wife.

The lawyer who by pleadings keen,
In courts has gain'd renown;
Still finds, when drest in humble bob,
His wife will talk him down.

The statesman, great in senate, bred
In politics' wise school!
Beat by a casting vote at home,

His own house cannot rule.

By diff'rent methods ladies fair,
Usurp supreme command;
The force of tongue's the common way,
And sometimes force of hand.

When

pour,

Joy and delight around my head? Alas! thy wasted form I view,

Shrunken and wither'd to a reed; No token now of friendship true,

To aid me" at my utmost need."

But late I saw thy silken net,

Shining bright with splendid ore; Ready to chase th' approaching debt, Or shield the miserably poor.

How have I bless'd thy well-pack'd store, Which almost burst thy twisted thread; When mirth has faded but an hour,

Eager to rush fresh bliss to shed.

And when the circling bowl went round,
In full delight of social pleasure;
Thy aid was never wanting found,
Or slow to yield up all thy treasure.

When pale disease some wretch had seiz'd,

And poverty denied relief; Then would'st thou come full fraught, and pleas'd,

"To close the uttery of grief."

The Lover's hope, the Parent's joy,

have oft been made more warm by

thee; When want and care would fain annoy, Thou bad'st those dismal spectres flee.

And must I see thee thus forlorn,

Shorn of thy beams, all rayless, sad? No, I will rifle plenty's horn,

To bid thy heart once more be glad.
G.

THE TOPER AND FLIES.

A Group of topers at a table sat, With punch that much regales the thirsty soul;

Flies soon the party join'd, and join'd the chat,

Humming and pitching round the mantling bowl.

At length those flies got drunk, and for their sin,

Some hundreds lost their legs, and tumbled in ;

And sprawling 'mid the gulf profound, Like Pharaoh and his daring host, were drown'd.

Wanting to drink, one of the men, Dipp'd from the bowl the drunken host,

And drank-then taking care that none were lost,

He put in every mother's son again.

Up jump'd the Bacchanalian crew on this, Taking it very much amiss

Swearing, and in the attitude to smite; "Lord!" cried the man, with gravelylifted eyes,

"Tho' I don't like to swallow flies, "I did not know but others might."

AN EPIGRAM.

"I'll make you be fuin to follow me.”

POOR Tom, who in love had been oftentimes foil'd,

Though to win some fair female long time he had toil'd,

Resolv'd in despair to a friend to impart His want of success in engaging a heart. His friend with attention examined the case,

Which Thomas related with sorrowful face;

And having the knowledge long tried to acquire,

Of the principal object of female desire, To the downcast, disconsolate lover, replied

"Cheer up-I've a way that will win you a bride.

"I'll engage you'll be followed by twenty fine lasses,

"If you'll only decamp with their lov'd looking-glasses!"

PEDIGREE AND PERFORMANCES

OF

ST. GEORGE.

Harmonia was own Sister to Soldier, Gunpowder, &c.; and St. George's dam was also the dam of Brown Charlotte, Adelina, King

Scott, from a Painting by Clifton Tomson.

ST. George was bred by W. Her

rick, Esq. of Beaumanor, near Loughborough, Leicestershire, and is now the property of Mr. Thomas Thompson, of York.

He was got by Highflyer, out of an own Sister to Harmonia, by Eclipse; his grandam, Miss Spindleshanks by Omar, Bolton Starling, Godolphin Arabian, Stanyan's Arabian, Curwen Bay Barb, Old Spot, White-Legged Lowther Barb, out of the celebrated Vintner Mare,

of Lord Sackville's Lucan, &c.Harmonia was a good runner, and was afterwards a brood-mare in Mr. R. Hamilton's stud in Ireland, and was the dam of Master Bagot, St. Bridget, The Babe, &c.-Master Bagot won fifteen times in one year; and The Babe won nine times when three years old:-St. Bridget was also a good runner, and was the dam of several excellent racers, &c.-Master Bagot was sire of Honest Ralph, The Hank, &c..

Omar was one of the best-bred horses England ever produced, as N

may