XVII. And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name, Then laid his cheek to her cold grave, N. B. In a comedy of Fletcher, called "The Knight of the burning Pestle," old Merry-Thought enters repeating the following verfes: When it was grown to dark midnight, In came Margaret's grimly ghoft, And ftood at William's feet. This was, probably, the beginning of fome ballad, commonly known, at the time when that author wrote; .and is all of it, I believe, that is any where to be met with. Thefe lines, naked of ornament, and fimple as they are, ftruck my fancy: and, bringing fresh into my mind an unhappy adventure, much talked of. formerly, gave birth to the foregoing poem; which was written many ago. MALLET. An elegant Latin imitation of this ballad is printed in the works of Vincent Bourne. N. EPITAPH, on Mr. AIKMAN, and his only Son: who were both interred in the fame grave. D EAR to the wife and good, difprais'd by none, Here fleep in peace the father and the fon. By virtue, as by nature, clofe ally'd, The painter's genius, but without the pride; EPITAPH ON A YOUNG LADY. THIS humble grave though no proud ftructures grace, Yet Truth and Goodness fanctify the place: SONG, SONG. T To a SCOTCH TUNE. THE BIRKS OF ENDERMAY. I. HE fmiling morn, the breathing spring, And while they warble from each spray, Let us, Amanda, timely wife, II. For foon the winter of the year, OF OF VERBAL CRITICISM. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE Ift AND 2d EDITIONS. AS the defign of the following poem is to rally the abufe of Verbal Criticism, the author could not, without manifeft partiality, overlook the Editor of Mil. ton, and the Reftorer of Shakespeare. With regard to the latter, he has read over the many and ample fpecimens with which that Scholiaft has already obliged the publick and of thefe, and these only, he pretends to give his opinion. But, whatever he may think of the Critic, not bearing the leaft ill-will to the Man, he deferred printing thefe verfes, though written feveral months ago, till he heard that the fubfcription for a new edition of Shakespeare was closed. He begs leave to add likewife, that this poem was undertaken and written entirely without the knowledge of the Gentleman to whom it is addreffed. Only as it is a public teftimony of his. inviolable efteem for Mr. Pope, on that account, particularly, he wishes, may not be judged to increase the number of mean performances, with which the town is almost daily pestered. A MONG the numerous fools, by fate defign'd Oft todisturb, and oft divert, mankind, The Reading Coxcomb is of special note, Grave son of idle Industry and Pride, Whom learning but perverts, and books mifguide. Whofe Whofe life, feverely fcann'd, tranfcends thy lays, 'Tis thine, O Pope, who chufe the better part, ΤΟ Forth steps at laft the felf-applauding wight, 15 20 25 Thus |