To Mr URBAN, on compleating Vol. XXII. of bis Magazine, for 1752, the Year in which the Computation of Time by the New Stile took place in Great Britain, by the Authority of Parliament; alluding to the Reprefentation on the Frontispiece. I The Nine reply'd,The caufe we tell, "You know friend Úrban's manner well, He loves by hints, in modeft guife, Without parade to make men wife. What others wou'd with pride display, 'He offers in an humble way, 'And ushers what full well he knows With--we should think-perhaps-juppofe. Thus, meeting TIME the other day, '(He knew that TIME had lost his way) Friend TIME,fays he,will not thatSTILE Increase your journey half a mile? Suppofe this new rais'd path you try TIME kept his way, nor deign'd reply: Friend Urban neither rav'd nor fretted, Nor much his loft advice regretted : TIME came again before 'twas long, "The Nine fhall view with joyful eyes, "And HIST'RY fnatch th' important prize: "To thee fhall future ages owe "Whate'er of this they chance to know: "To live fhall be thy happy lot, “When all thy rivals are forgot." [See a hint for a New Stile fo long ago as 1735, Vol. V. p. 3. A new Era as it were poctically predicted, ib. p. 4.. With for the alteration of Stile, Vol. XIV. p. 140. Remarks on the British computation of time, Vol. XV. P. 377. On reforming the imperfection of the English calendar, Vol. XVII. p. 125, 126. That the calendar greatly needs rebill was brought in for that purpofe, Vol. XXI. forming, Vol. XX. p. 165. By whom the p. 89, 105. Subftance of the bill with remarks on it, ib. 107, 167, 169, 170. ble for payment of fervants wages according to New Stile, Vol. XXII. p. 346. A ta For a further illuftration of the Frontispiece, fee the Elfays on Farming and Agriculture; the Defcription of the Windmill and Ventilators at Newgate; and the Electrical Spire. ] A The fameOLDSTILE filled him wrong. To Mr URBAN for the Supplement 1752. Again SYL hinted what he thought, A voice which he himself revere'd: "Plod in that beaten track no more,It cry'd- his purpofe TIME forebore; 'He turn'd, as Urban had advis'd, IM burns the lamp ?-'twill out, we [cry! Recover it can never; But a new stock of oil fupply, Your oyl, 'twas talkt, wou'd foon be spent, Left in your Supplement you glimmer, Let Virtue oy lupply! And then, by death extinguifh'd here, 'I'will sparkle in the sky. J.G. |