I feffed of fix hine black coach horles, N the year 1732 Mr. Nafh was pofWhich were fo well matched, and paced fo well together when in full trot, that any perfon at a diftance would imagine it was only one horfe that drew the car riage. He kept a coachman, poftillion, two foonen in livery, a gentleman out of livery, and a running footman, who was remarkable for his fkill and agility in his profeflion, having frequently run from London to Bath in one day. His name was Bryan, (a native of Ireland) and very remarkable for making blunders; an inftance of which may not, perhaps, be unentertaining to the reader.

Mr. Nah having a diforder which prevented his riding on horfcback, his Grace the Duke of Beaufort often rallied him on the occafion, and told him, that if he would produce him a hare that he (Nafh) was at the taking of, his Grace, in return, would make him a prefent of a buck in the feafon. Mr. Nath accordingly applied to one of his chairmen to get him a leveret; which he ordered to be hunted by fix turn-fpit dogs in a large room at Weftgate-houfe, and was himself in time enough to take it up alive. He then wrote a letter to the Duke, and fent it with the hare in a basket, by Bryan, his running footman. When Bryan got upon Lanfdown, which is in the road to Badminton, where the Duke's feat is, he propofed

hare, as he had a favourite dog with great pleasure to himself in courfing the him. He therefore took off his great coat, which covered his running-drefs, and laid it down by the basket. After he had let the hare foofe, fhe stood fome time till he fet the dog at her; on which he started from the place, and ran with speed to the firit cover, Bryan following her till fhe was out of fight. When he came back for his coat and bafket, he found, to his furprize, that both were gone. However, having Mr. Nafh's letter to the Duke, he made the beft of his way to Badminton. On his arrival there his Grace ordered him up stairs, and asked him what news he had brought: Bryan anfwered, "Arrah, by my fhoul and fhalvation, I have brought a letter for your Duke hip," and he immediately gave it to his Grace; who, after reading it, told Bryan, “ he was glad the hare was come."---" By my fhoul, (fays Bryan) and fo am I'; but pray your Gracefhip, is my great coat come too" The company being informed of the particulars, could scarce contain themfelves at the fellow's funplicity. However, the Duke kept his word with Mr. Nafh, and fent him a buck.

That Nash encouraged industry and ingenuity, is evident. A fingular instance once happened of a woman who had a pair of wrought fhoes. She made application to Mr. Nath to have them raffled

for

ODE, for His MAJESTY's

BIRTHDAY.

ROM fcenes of death and deep diftrefs,

(Where Britain har'd her Monarch's woe) Which oft the feeling mind opprefs, Yet belt to bear the virtuous know, Turn we our eyes---the cypress wreath No more the plaintive mufe fhall wear; The blooming flowers, which round her breathe,

Shall form the chaplet for her hair, And the gay mouth which claims her annual fire,

Shall raife to fprightlier notes the animated lyre.

The lark that mounts on morning
wings

To meet the rifing day,
Amidft the clouds exulting fings,
The dewy clouds, whence Zephyr
Alings

The fragrance of the may.

The day, which gave our monarch birth,

Recalls each nobleft theme of ages paft;

Tells us, whate'er we ow'd to Naffau's worth.

The Brunfwic race confirm'd and bade it lait.

Tells us, with rapturous joy unblam'd,
And confcious gratitude to feel
Our Laws, our Liberties reclaim'd

From Tyrant Pride and Bigot Zeal; While each glad voice, that wakes the echoing air,

In one united with thus joins the general prayer:

""Till ocean quits his fav'rite ifle,

Till, Thames, thy watry train No more fhali blefs its pregnant foil,

May Order, Peace, and Freedom fmile

Beneath a Brunfwic's reign."

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VI.

THE

HE fphere of mild, domeftic life,
A Daughter, Mother, Miftrefs,
Wife,

Who fills approv'd, fhall live in ftory,
And gain the height of female glory.

To you,---believe an honeft fong---The charities of life belong; Thofe gentler offices, that bind The focial ties of human kind: All praifes, but for thefe, decry; All Fame is blasting infamy.

But chief o'er all, ye wiser fair, The Mother's facred charge revere.---Pure, heart ennobling, bleft employ;, Which Saints and Angels learn with joy To view from Heaven;---which can difpenfe

O'er all the foul their own benevolence.

Hail, holy task '---'Tis thine t'impart
More virtues to the melting heart:
Such heights of moral grace to reach.
As proud Philofophy could never teach.
Maternal Love ---The iron-foul'd
Melt at thy touch; the coward, bold
Become at once;---thro' rocks will force,
Nor flood, nor fire can ftop their courfe;
Will brave the Lybian Lion wild,
Should danger threat the favourite child.
Is there, whom fashion, pride, or plea-
fure,

Tempts to forget the living treafure?----
Who to her own indulgence grants
That care, or coft, her infant wants?
What wonder fhould the fage infift
She yields in ftorge to a beat,

The good abhor, the wit deride her,
And read her history in the fpider?
Who trufts her nurfing to another,
A parent fhe;---but not a mother.
Beneath a venerable fhade,
The pious Pelican had made
Her humble neft;---with rapture there
Inceflant play'd the mother's care.
From night to morn, from morn to night
Not more her duty, than delight,
To watch the tender, chirping brood,
Protect them, and provide their food.
At dewy Eve, at Morning's fpring,
Soft canopy'd beneath her wing
They flept fecure;---herfelf fuftains,
Patient, the cold, and drenching rains,
Nor felt, nor fear'd the furious form,
Her callow neftlings dry and warm.
Whate'er her early fearch fupplies,
Deny'd her own neceffities,
She gave her young, and prov'd from
thence

The luxury of Abftinence.

In vain the concert in the grove,
In vain the wing'd Affembly ftrove
To tempt her from the Nurfery's care,
Her mulic and her mirth were there..

Thus liv'd fhe, till one fatal day,
Doom'd all her virtues to difplay,
What time the morning's with'd fupply
Eludes her utmost industry.

She fish'd the brook ;---the div'd the main,
Search'd hill and dale, and wood in vain
Not one poor grain the world affords,
To feed her helpless hungry birds.
What should the do---Ah! fee they
faint ;---

With unavailing, weak complaint.
Thefe, dearer than her vital breath,
Refign to famine's lingering death?
The thought was frenzy.No; the
prefs'd

Her fharp beak on her own kind breaft,
With cruel pity, thus fhe fed
Her wondering infants as the bled.

"Accept, he cry'd, dear, pretty

"Gives it the elements to nurse. ""Tis true, fome accident may hurt it, "Its limbs be broken, and diftorted. "Admit there's chance it does not live, "Pleasure is our prerogative. "And brooms and brushes be my ruin! "E'er in a neft I'd fit a ftewing--"Or, for my duty's fake, forfooth, "To nurfing facrifice my youth;"Ere let my brats my fleth devour; "I'd eat them up a fcore an hour."

Foul fiend--the lovely Martyr cry'd, Avaunt thy horrid perfon hide; Folly and Vice thy foul difgrace, "Twas thefe, not Pallas, spoil'd thy face, And funk thee to the reptile race.

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Yes, thy own bowels hung thee there, A felon out of nature's care-------Twixt Heaven and earth, abhorr'd of both,

Emblem of felfishness and floth.

Ye Coterieans! who profefs No bufinefs but to dance and drefs, Pantheifts! who no God adore, Housewives, that stay at home no more, Wives without husbands, mothers too, Whom your own children never knew, Who lefs the blessed fun esteem, Than lamps and tapers' greafy gleam; Ye morning gamefters, walkers, riders, Say, ate ye Pelicans or Spiders?

II.

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Palcmon's flocks unnumber'd ftray,
He's rich beyond all measure;
Wou'd I but fmile, be kind and gay,
He'd give me all his treafure:
But then our years fo difagree,

So much as I remember;
It is but May I'm fure with me,
With him it is December.

III.

Can I who fcarcely am in bloom,
Let froft and fnow be fuing?
"Twould spoil each rip'ning joy to come,
Bring ev'ry charm to ruin:
For drefs and fhow, to touch my pride,
My little heart is panting;
But then there's fomething elfe befide,
I foon fhould find was wanting.

IV.

Then Colin thou iny choice fhalt gain,
For thou wilt ne'er deceive me;
And grey-hair'd wealth fhall plead in
vain,

For thou haft more to give me :
My fancy paints thee full of charms,
Thy looks fo young and tender;
Love beats his new and fond alarms,
To thee I now furrender.

THE ENQUIRY..
By a Poet of the Last Century.

Amongst the myrtles as I walk'd,

Love and my fighs thus intertalk'd : "Tell me, faid I, in deep diftrefs, "Where may I find my fhepherdefs:" "Thou fool, faid Love, know'st thou not this,

"In every thing that's good she is? "In yonder tulip go and feek, "There thou may't find her lip, her cheek.

"In yon' enamell'd pansy by,
"There thou fhalt have her curious eye:
"In bloom of peach, in rofy bud,
"There weave the treamers of her
blood.

"In brighteft lilies that there ftand,
"The emblems of her whiter hard.
"In yonder rifing hill there fmell
"Such sweets as in her bofom dwell,
""Tis true, (faid I) and thereupon
"I went to pluck them one by one,
"To make of parts an union;
"But on a fudden all was gone."

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