TRANGER or guest, whome'er this [ment dwells,
Shall chance receive, where fweet content- Bring here no heart that with ambition
fwells, With av'rice pines, or burns with lawless Vice-tainted fouls will all in vain remove To Sylvan fhades, and hermits peaceful ~ cells; [fpells, In vain will feek retirement's lenient Or hope that blifs which only good men prove. If heav'n-born Truth, and facred Virtue's lore,
Which cheer, adorn, and dignify the mind, Are conftant inmates of thy honeft breast; If, unrepining at thy neighbour's store, Thou count'ft as thine the good of all mankind, [Wreft. Then welcome fhare the friendly groves of J. E. The REQUITAL: Or a gentle Scourge for tbe jocofe AMICUs. With all due Frankness and Familiarity addreffed to the faid courteous, free, and candid Admonisher. (See Lond. Mag. Nov. 1755, P. 543.)
Cur in amicorum vitiis tam cernis acutum, Quàm aut aquila, aut ferpens Epidaurius ? At tibi contrà
Evenit, inquirant vitia ut tua rurfus et illi.
-Nec lex eft juftior ulla, Quam necis artifices arte perire fuâ,
Y old acquaintance, Philomufe, With honeft, faithful, friendly views, Who lately fung the Moffy Bower, As well perhaps as in his power ;- And courts the mufes, now and then, To guide his not ill-natur'd pen,
That he may please, and profit too, Kind, candid folks,-in number few Poor Phil. (I fay) has forely vex'd, By clofely sticking to his text, Some fubtle animal (I find) Or vermin of the viper-kind, That has prefum'd its teeth to show, But nothing of a fting, I trow. However, tho' it hils and grin, Why fhou'd the preacher care a pin ? Sure, it can only make him smile To fee the ferpent gnaw the file. A certain worm indeed devour'd The prophet Jonah's fav'rite gourd : But, reptile! 'tis not in thy power To hurt (I hope) the Moffy Bower: For, as already has been fhewn ye, The bow'r belongs to courteous Joney Who will propitiously protect it, Tho' you with poifon wou'd infect it, From th' impotent, opprobrious fallies, Of your impertinence and malice. The forefaid gourd no long time lafted, But by a worm was quickly blasted, Which, as it feems, for that intent, All-wife, instructive heav'n had fent. But you (poor, pitiful knight-errant !) By hell wert fet agog,-I'll warrant ; Ev'n by that foul, infernal elf,- That ferpent grand, the dev'l himself, Who threw down, by his vile advice, The blissful bow'rs of Paradife : But neither he, (we'll hope) nor any Of his curft inftruments, (tho' many) Will ever have it in their power To prejudice dear Joney's bower, Who longs for no forbidden fruit, But knows her duty, and will do't j Being-('tis an uncontested.cafe) Alike endow'd with sense and grace.
• Mifs Jones, of W-fi-n, in the county of S-1-p.
Poetical ESSAYS in MAY, 1757.
And, as for husbands ;-charming Nancy, Of fuch may have great choice,-(1 fancy) ' If the to wed fhould prove inclin'd: But this I never yet could find. So that your compliments, in part, Tho' you, forfoot!! may think 'em fmart, Seem full of mean, invidious fpite, And as unjust, as unpolite. Without a joke, your cenfure rash is, Well worthy of fome jerking lathes. 'Twas not your modefty that made ye Take fo much freedom with the lady. Sure then, my Epidaurian peeper ! You up her fleeve thou'd be no creeper, Who thus in grov'ling manner crawl, And in fuch filthy fashion fprawl, Making as if he were in want Of lovers !-O! for fhame recant. And O! immodeft, rude refle&tor ! (Instead of candid, meek infpector) Imaginary wants when mocking,
With fulfome jokes, not far from shocking, What can you mean, you wicked cub ! Or what infinuate, faucy Grub! By thus impertinently prating Of one you'd have to ftand in waiting ?- And, in the Nuptial Moffy Bower, Of meeting the pure virgin-flower ? We know, that fly, infidious fnakes Sometimes indeed will lodge in brakes; And into mofly bogs will creep, At once, whenever rouz'd from fleep. But whether you're awake or not, O! never into Nancy's grot May fuch as you be once admitted, But ev'ry fubtle beaft out-witted.
No, no,-we'll bruife the ferpent's head, And on the worm indignant tread ;- The ferpent that would gladly bruife The heel of my poor Philomuse, Or envious worm that would devour Dear, fweet, ingenious Joney's bower. For 'tis a worm, and not a man, That fain wou'd undermine a plan Of fomewhat pleafing special friends, Not ferving paltry, private ends. Therefore,-(for this time, to adjourn) Whether or no the Grub may turn, When with contempt trod under foot, Yea, and e'en p-st upon, to boot ;- Yet ftill upon fuch worms I'll trample, And of 'em make, Sir, an example. To all the vip'rous generation, That now infefts the British nation.
Let me run on a moment more; And, for the prefent, I'll give o'er.
Of what my Philomufe has pen'd, Whate'er you think, pretended friend, Or, in your verfe, fo far from clean, May by the nuptial meeting mean ;- The worm that thus the wanton plays, Or thus its head prefumes to raise, And proves (0 impudence !) fo pert Its venom wickedly to fquirt, Kind, courteous Joney's Moffy Bow'r in, Methinks can't well escape a fcouring. Dec, 17, 1755 PSEUDOPHILOMASTIX.
EPIGRAM. AND by the empire, Fredrick still pursues, His noble conquefts, his exalted views; Oh! Francis, rash, uxorious, headstrong elf, Ere long thou'lt fure have caufe to Ban thyfelf
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E gentle fwains, whofe bofoms prove The tranfports of fuccefsful love, With kind compaffion, O declare What tender arts attract the fair; Say by what fort'ning pow'r divine The dear Sa may be mine?
Shall I make hafte at early dawn To greet the charmer up the lawn; To lead her flocks to paftures fair, And tend them with unceasing care; To mark whene'er her lambkins roam, And fetch the little wand'rers home?
Shall I with frequent footstep go Where daifies, pinks, and vi'lets grow, On funny bank, or verdant mead, In tangled cople, or woodland glade, And weave of many a blooming hue A garland for her lovely brow?
Or fhall my pipe officious play, In varied note along the day, Strains that may hold her lift'ning ear, And banish each intruding care, Till every nymph and fwain approve, And tell with how much warmth I love ?
Ah me! thefe means have all been try'd, And twenty love-taught means befde. But not kind greetings at the dawn, Nor flocks led careful o'er the lawn, Nor garlands wove, nor ftrains effay'd, Can move the unrelenting maid.
Break, break, fond heart; fome happier youth
With larger flocks, but not more truth, Has charm'd away the lovely fair, Nor left thee aught but deep defpair. Break, break fond heart, thy hopes forego, And henceforth heave not but in woe.
ABELARD to ELOISA. By Mrs. MADAN. From the Collection of Poems, by eminent Ladies, Vol. II.
N my dark cell, low proftrate on the ground, [found; Mourning my crimes, thy letter entrance Too foon my foul the well-known name confeft,
My beating heart fprang fiercely in my breast, Thro' my whole frame a guilty transport. [flow'd.
glow'd, And ftreaming torrents from my eyes faft O Eloifa art thou still the fame ? Doft thou still nourish this deftructive flame?
Printed for R. Baldwin, in Pater-Nefter-Row.
Poetical ESSAYS in MAY, 1757.
Have not the gentle rules of peace and heav'n From thy foft foul this fatal paffion driven ? Alas! I thought you difengag'd and free; And can you still, ftill figh and weep for me? What powerful deity, what hallow'd fhrine, Can fave me from a love, a faith like thine? Where fhall I fly, when not this awful cave, Whole rugged feet the furging billows lave, When not thefe gloomy cloitter folemn walls, O'er whofe rough fides the languid ivy crawls, When my dread vows, in vain, their force oppofe?
Oppos'd to love-alas !-how vain are vows! In fruitless penitence I wear away, Each tedious night, and fad revolving day; I faft, I pray, and with deceitful art, Veil thy dear image in my tortur'd heart; My tortur'd heart conflicting paffions move, 1 hope, defpair, repent-yet ftill I love: A thousand jarring thoughts my bofom tear, For thou, not God, O Eloife, art there. To the falfe world's deluding pleasures dead, Nor longer by its wand'ring fires misled, In learn'd difputes harsh precepts I infuse, And give the counfel I want pow'r to use. The rigid maxims of the grave and wife, Have quench'd each milder sparkle of my eyes; Each lovely feature of this once lov'd face, By grief revers'd, affumes a sterner grace : O Eloifa! fhould the fates once more, Indulgent to my view, thy charms restore, How from my arms would'st thou with hor- ror start,
To mifs the form familiar to thy heart! Nought could thy quick, thy piercing judg- ment fee,
To fpeak me Abelard-but love to thee. Lean abstinence, pale grief, and haggard care, The dire attendants of forlorn despair, Have Abelard, the young, the gay, remov'd, And in the hermit funk the man you lov'd. Wrapt in the gloom thefe holy mansions shed, The thorny paths of penitence I tread ; Loft to the world, from all its int'refts free, And torn from all my foul held dear in thee, Ambition with its train of frailties gone, All loves and forms forgot-but thine alone, Amid the blaze of day, the dusk of night, My Eloifa rifes to my fight;
Veil'd as in Paraclet's fecluded tow'rs, The wretched mourner counts the lagging hours,
I hear her fighs, fee the fwift falling tears, Weep all her griefs, and pant with all her cares. O vows! O convent! your ftern force impart, And frown the melting phantom from my heart;
Let other fighs a worthier forrow show, Let other tears from fin repentant flow : Low to the earth my guilty eyes I roll, And humble to the duft my heaving foul. Forgiving pow'r thy gracious call I meet, Who first impowr'd this rebel heart to beat; Who thro' this trembling, this offending frame, For nobler ends infpir'd life's active flame. O change the temper of this lab'ring breast, And form anew each beating pulse to rest! Let fpringing grace, fair faith, and hope remove The fatal traces of destructive love!
Deftructive love from his warm mansions tear, And leave no traits of Eloifa there!
Are these the wishes of my inmoft foul? Would I its foft, its tend'reft fenfe controul? Would I thustouch'd,thisglowing heartretine, To the cold fubftance of this marble thrine? Transform'd like thefe pale fwarms that round me mɔve,
Of bleft infenfibles-who know no love? Ah! rather let me keep this hapless flame, Adieu falfe honour, unavailing fame! Not your harsh rules, but tender love fupplies, The ftreams that guth from my despairing eyes;
I feel the traitor melt about my heart, And thro' my veins with treach'rous influence dart;
Infpire me, heav'n! affist me, grace divine! Aid me, ye faints! unknown to pains like mine; [prove,
You! who on earth ferene all griefs could All but the tort'ring pangs of hopeless love; A holier rage in your pure bofoms dwelt, Nor can you pity what you never felt : A fympathifing grief alone can lure, The hand that heals muft feel what I endure. Thou, Eloife, alone can't give me ease, And bid my ftruggling foul fubfide to peace; Reftore me to my long-loft heav'n of reft, And take thyfelf from my reluctant breast; If crimes like mine could an allay receive, That bleft allay thy wond'rous charms might give.
Thy form, that first to love my heart inclin'd, Still wanders in my loft, my guilty mind. 1 faw thee as the new-blown blossoms fair, Sprightly as light, more foft than fummer's air, Bright as their beams thy eyes, a mind difclofe, Whilft on thy lips gay blush'd the fragrant
Wit. youth and love in each dear feature, Preft by my fate, I gзz'd-and was undone. There dy'd the gen'rous fire, whofe vig'rous
Enlarg'd my foul, and urg'd me on to fame : Nor fame, nor wealth, my foften'd heart could move,
Dully infenfible to all but love. Snatch'd from myself, my learning tasteless grew,
Vain my philofophy oppos'd to you;
A train of woes fucceed, nor fhould we mourn The hours that cannot, ought not to return.
As once to love Ifway'd your yielding mind, Too fond, alas! too fatally inclin'd, To virtue now let me your breaft infpire, And fan, with zeal divine, the heav'nly fire; Teach you to injur'd heav'n all chang'd to turn,
And bid the foul with facred rapture burn. O! that my own example might impart This noble warmth to your foft trembling heart!
That mine with pious, undiffembled care, Could aid the latent virtue struggling there.
Alas! I rave-nor grace, nor zeal divine. Buin in a heart opprefs'd with crimes like
Poetical ESSAYS in Too fure I find, while I the tortures prove Of feeble piety, conflicting love,
On black defpair my forc'd devotion's built; Abfence for me has sharper pangs than guilt. Yet, yet, my Eloife, thy charms 1 view, Yet my fighs breathe, my tears pour forth for you;
Each weak refiftance ftronger knits my chain, 1 figh, weep, love, despair, repent-in vain. Hafte, Eloifa, hafte, your lover free, Amidft your warmest pray'r-0, think on me! Wing with your rifing zeal my grov'ling mind, And let me mine from your repentance find! Ah! labour, ftrive, your love, yourself con- troul !
The change will fure affect my kindred foul; In bleft confent our purer fighs shall breathe, And heav'n affifting, fhall our crimes forgive. But if unhappy, wretched, loft, in vain, Faintly th'unequal combat you sustain ; If not to heav'n you feel your bɔfom rife, Nor tears refin'd fall contrite from your eyes; If ftill your heart its wonted paffions move, If fill, to fpeak all pains in one--you love Deaf to the weak effays of living breath, Attend the ftronger eloquence of death. When that kind pow'r this captive soul shall free,
Which only then can ceafe to doat on thee; When gently funk to my eternal sleep, The Paraclete my peaceful urn shall keep; Then, Eloifa, then your lover view, See his quench'd eyes no longer gaze on you; From their dead orbs that tender utt'rance flown, [known.
Which firft to thine my heart's foft fate made This breaft no more, at length to ease con- fign'd,
Pant like the waving afpin in the wind; See all my wild, tumultuous paffion o'er, And thou, amazing change! belov'd no more; Behold the deftin'd end of human love-- But let the fight your zeal alone improve; Let not your confcious foul, to forrow mov'd, Recal how much, how tenderly I lov'd: With pious care your fruitless griefs restrain, Nor let a tear your facred ve.l profane : Not e'en a figh on my cold urn bestow, But let your breast with new-born raptures glow;
Let love divine frail mortal love dethrone, And to your mind immortal joys make known; view, Let heav'n relenting Atrike your ravish'd And fill the bright, the bleft purfuit renew! So with your crimes fhall your misfortunes ceafe, (peace.
And your tack'd foul be calmly hush'd to
In Obitum Juvenis ornatiffimi (ae Amici mei ebariffimi) JOANNIS SMIBERTI, Evangelij Præconis. Mortalitatem autem expletus eft undecimo Menfis Martij, 1757.
INCERE fi rigidam poffet eruditio mortem,
Vincere fi virtus, vincere fi pietas : Vixiffes Smiberti ! Pietàte coacta fuiffet Et virtute tua parcere parca tibi.
Sed quia nulla poteft fapientia nullaque virtus Vincere qua cunctos ferrea fata manent. Explêfti numerum vitæ, terraque relicti Carpis coeleftis gaudia Jerufalem.
Aft manet in pectore, rutilans tua fama fuperftes,
Fama tua haud ullo diminuenda die. Marens ponebat,
A. MILLAR, Taodunenfis.
EPITAPH in St. Peter's, at St. Alban's. N the yere of Christ, one thousand fowr hundryd, full trew,
With fowr and fixteen,
I Rychard Skypwith, gentylman in birth, late felow of New Inne ;
In my age twenti-on, my fowl party'd from the body in August
And now I ly her, abyding God's mercy, under this fton in clay;
Defyring yow that this fal fee, unto the Meyden pray for me,
That bare both God and man; Like as ye wold, that oder for yee shold When ye ne may nor can.
In the Old Grey Friers, at EDINBURGH. gift ma femme fort bien, Pour fon repofe, ce pour le mien.
Which may be tranflated.
ERE fnug in grave my wife doth lie,
H Now he's at reft, and fo am I.
In St. Edmund's, LONDON, ICHARD Nordell lyeth bury'd here, Somtym of London, citizen and drapier.
And Margerie, his wyf, of her progenie, Returny'd to erth, and fo fall ye. Of the erth we were made and formed, And to the erth we been returned. Have yis in mynd and memory,
Ye yat liven lerneth to dey. And beholdyth here your destine, Such as ye erne, fometym were wey. Ye thall be dyght in yis array,
Be ye nere fo flout and gay. Therefor, frendys, we yow prey, Make yow redy for to dey, Yat ye be not forr finn atteynt,
At ye dey of judgment.
Man the behovyth oft to have yis in mynd, Yat thow geveth wyth yin hand yat fall thow fynd.
[kynd, For wydowes be floful and chyldren beth un- Executors be covetos, and kep al yat they fynd. [cam,
If eny body efk wher ye Deddys Goody's be Ye anfqueare,
So God me help and halidam, he died a pore
EPIGRAM.
ACK his own merit fees. This gives him pride,
That he fees more than all the world befide, THE
HE 30th of January the governor of Nova-Scotia, with the council of that province, taking into confideration the most expedient methods for carrying into execution thofe parts of his majefty's commiffion and instructions which relate to the calling of general affemblies within that province, came to the following resolution, viz. "That a houfe of reprefentatives of this province be the civil legiflature thereof, in conjunction with his majefty's governor and commander in chief for the time being, and his majefty's council of the faid province. The house to be elected and convened 'in the following manner, and to be stiled The general aflembly; viz. there fhall be elected for the province at large until the fame be divided into counties, 12 members,; for the townships of Halifax, four members; for the township of Lunenburg, two ditto; for the township of Dartmouth, one ditto; for the township of Lawrencetown, one ditto; for the township of Annapolis-Royal, one ditto; for the townfhip of Cumberland, one ditto. In all 22."
Extract of a Letter from Plymouth, April 26.
"This day arrived the Phoenix of Exeter, in 18 days from Malaga: The captain fays, that on the fecond inftant, adm. Saunders, at Gibraltar, received an exprefs from Malaga, with advice, that there were off the laft mentioned place four French 74 gun fhips; on which he went out with the Culloden, Berwick, Princess Louifa, Guernsey, and Portland, to cruize in the Gut, and on the fifth inftant, about four o'clock, faw the French fhips. He being to leeward formed a line, and about funfet the enemy did the fame, about two miles to windward of our admiral, and began to fire, but did not reach our hips. The Guernicy and Portland got within gun-fhot, and began to engage, but before the reft could get up it was dark, and they loft fight of each other. About nine the moon rifing, the Guernsey and Louifa faw the French again; the admiral made a fignal to chafe, but could not come up with them. On the 8th the Phoenix fpoke with one of the admiral's fhips, who id they had loft fight of the French the
fore. The 10th he spoke with ad
miral Coates and adm. Stevens with the Eaft and Weft-India fleets under their convoy, 50 leagues to the weftward of Cape St. Vincent, all well."
THURSDAY, April 28.
The Heffian troops embarked at Chatham, on board the tranfports, for their, return to Germany.
The Turpentine-house, at Mount-mill, was partly confumed by fire.
At the rehearsal of the mufick for the feaft of the fons of the clergy, and at the feaft, on this day, at Merchant Taylorshall, 8951. s. was collected for the purpofes of that charity.
At the general meeting of the commiffioners of the land-tax, for London, Mr. James Dobfon, and Mr. deputy James Hodges, were put in nomination for the office of clerk of the faid truft; when Mr. Dobson was elected by a majority of 30, to fucceed the late Mr. Man, in that office.
A detachment of 400 men belonging to the foot guards, marched to Woolwich, to quell the riotous workmen in that dockyard. It feems it has been a custom for thefe men to take away the chips they make, as often as they go to their meals but this, like other cultoms, has been grofly abufed; for under the denomination of chips they take away large folid pieces of real use and value; loading themselves therewith three or four times a day, and fecrete among them large nails and pieces of iron, part of the king's ftores. A stop being put to this practice, was the occafion of much grumbling and diffenfion, and has made them very riotous. It has been computed that the chips made in the feve ral dock yards, if properly accounted for, would fupply his majefty's troops with fuel during a fummer's encampment. SUNDAY, May, 1.
Adm. Ofborne, with a strong fleet, failed from St. Helens, to the westward, and a large convoy with him.
The house of Mr. Young, a coachpainter, in the Quaker's-buildings, WeftSmithfield, was confumed by fire.
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