The PAINTED LADY. A Tale. M Virg. Nimium ne crede colori. Chloe was bleft with noble parts; To compafs this, fome paint's prepar'd, His glad'ning face firft 'gins to show, The work now done, th'enraptur'd lafs With great amazement holds the glass, And thus the cries: "Gods! can it be? "Is Chloe blind, or does the fee? "How great the change! how fair my face! "No pimples now do it difgrace; "They're vanish'd all! filed quite away! "Sure this to me's a happy day: "I from this lucky hour foresee "The mighty conquefts gain'd by me: "Of lovers, where I'd two before, "I fhall for certain have a score: "While with fuch beauteous charms I shine, "My Strephon's heart shall e'er be mine: "No more fhall Sue her conquests tell; "For I alone shall bear the bell: "No more with me fhall Flavia vie, When thus fhe'd faid, away fhe goes, While in the garnish'd box fhe fits, Big with these thoughts, to all around Strepbon, an honest fober youth, "While in your native charms you fhone, "I ne'er could call my heart my own; "A moment's blits I never knew, "Unless I was engag'd with you: "But now I yours no more remain ; "I now my captive heart regain : "For fince in borrow'd airs you dreft, "You've loft thofe charms you once poffefs'd." Vaux-Hall, April 3, 1749. JOSEPH MAWBZY. To a Lady, subo afk'd him to defcribe the Pleafure of loving ber. Each me, O love, in sweetest founds to tell, What in my breast I for Liberia feel. Rapture, and blifs, and ecstasy, and joy, Each Chloe hears, from every love-fick boy; Give me expreffions equal to my flame, Worthy a paffion of the brightest fame : Let all that's tender, all that's foft, confpire To give a juft defcription of my fire; Imagine all that's lovely in its kind, To feaft the fenfes, or regale the mind: Then think, Oh! think of fomething more divine! [mine. 'Tis that I feel, that more than pleasure's 1749. CYNTHIO, Ith Reafons for taking Phyfick. And belch enough, and stink, and flew, That honeft beef can't there remain, I fend my fowl or duck or widgeon ;[warm, Why Why should a bolus come, like mad wife, on, To stink with her in nasty dungeon? Let nature ever have her way, My friend, your doctrine then may do : To fcrub her empty'd kennel clean; The kennel hold its water better. With rival art fir Bob, we know, Would drain the publick coffers low; And wifely purg'd, or bled the state, As butchers calves, to make 'em fat; We profper'd by this cunning fetch, And all by poverty grew rich. Thus, tho' you see me lank and lean, 'Tis the best way to thrive again; Tho' empty as my purse my belly, Round as a dean's 'twill fooner fwell ye: For, put three horses in a pasture, The leaner horfe will thrive the faster. Tho' now my cheeks be pale and fal- For that, still ruddier cheeks will follow : The gentlest fawner of the fawning race. Lorentio gone! O first and greatest ill, That heav'n could fend, or mortal dog can feel! Is he then gone? and am I left forlorn? Still left to live, and only live to mourn? Alas! be's gone, who only knew to prove, How men are grateful, and bor dogs can love. Me to his honeft fide who now thall take, And stroke the beauties of my glossy neck? When diftant winds in brewing tempefts [how'r? Who now thall call me from the threatned My fault'ring limbs if curs'd diseases fill, Whofe care shall purge me with the friendly roar, pill? Who fhall like him the fever's rage appease, And gently give the fudorifick eafe? Alas! be's gone, who only liv'd to prove, How men are grateful, and bow dogs can love. What, tho' the greyhound cheats the hungry 'fquire, By ven'fon ravish'd from the roasting fire ? Nor him I envy'd, nor the dogs of state, With fweet-meats glutted from the costly plate. "My dog, Lorentio faid, the courtier shun, "And fcorn the bread by fhameless flatt'ry won." Or fipt he nectar from the sugar'd tea? The treat nectareous was referv'd for me: Then was my nofe with butter smear'd along, With butter grateful to the licking tongue. But ah! true happiness was ne'er below; Joy in one cup and mingled forrows flow: Short is my joy, fince envious fate removes The man that's grateful from the dog that loves. Well knew Lorentio all the shooter's part, And first in goodness was the first in art': Well knew each bill, and ev'ry tufty bed, Where fuck'd the woodcock, or the par[game, tridge laid. Ev'n now, methinks, I fpring the rifing Inftant his levell'd tube has fatal aim; Inftant he fires, the echoing hills refound, And the proud bird lies humbled on the ground. Strait to my lord the flutt'ring prey I bear, care; His clapping palm thanks all my studious [exprefs Our mutual looks, our voice, glad eyes The foul of pleasure, and of happiness. Thrice happy, but that envious fate removes The man that's grateful from the dog that loves. May now wet woodcocks haunt the funny mead, Or in cold woods the tender quail be fed : May greyhounds tremble from the chafing hare, [fear: And fwains amaz'd the fhooting pheasant Each midnight clock may rose-cheek'd students tell, And butlers fat with quarts of water swell. Go, nature, back, fince envious fate removes The man that's grateful from the dog that loves. Ah me! my foul what unknown horrors [freeze. feize? Slow moves my blood, my chilling fpirits Ah me! too much, too much, alas! I fear What thefe quick pains and piercing forrows bear. -But if it must be fo-if my short breath And ftiff'ning limbs prefage approach of I To a certain ATHEIST. Ndeed, Mr. C—, it seems very odd, While your eyes view his works, to deny there's a God; Or affert that our actions he does nor regard, Nor will punish our vice, or our virtue reward: [this is but true, What! no vengeance to come? well-if How happy 'twill be for the devil and you. To the Memory of GERSHOM LLOYD, Efq; one of the affiftant Judges, and Reprefentative for the parish of St. Thomas in the Eaft, Jamaica. HEN fo much worth to dust and ashes turns, [mourns; WH The publick lofs each gen'rous bolom Accept a ftranger's fympathetick tears; be, To live belov'd, and die rever'd, like thee; Like thee, to pass this vale of thorny cares, Amidst the orphans cries, and widows tears. For thee they weep, whose ever-friendly door [poor; Ne'er barr'd its entrance from th'imploring Whofe judgment cou'd difcern where merit lay, Tho' clouds of poverty obfcur'd the way; While on the marble, faithful to its trust, On oppofing the late Mutiny and Defertion "TIS faid, when first refiftless Love Bill. (See p. 122, 133.) HY has 1-d E- 'gainst this bill W His whole declamatory skill So tediously exerted; The reason's plain-for t'other day And he has twice deferted. To caft his darts began, He turn'd, his skill and pow'r to prove, Great Jove into a fwan. Experience now can fairly fhew That ftill the wedding-noofe, Whether the paffion's falfe or true, Oft makes a man a goose. J. H. PRO Where mirth wou'd laugh humanity away. And mov'd the hearts of Greece, from age mean. From your warm'd ftage, demand th' im- Lifts, by depreffion: Tries the tortur'd Unbow'd by wrongs, bids virtue bear Ladies! ftand firm, to paffion's tendereft claim: Ye foes to thinking! and ye friends to sport! breaft. Force, to the fineft face, fuch forrow lends: care; And, half-admitting, you difarm it quite. And aid, with generous hand, the mufe's EPILOGUE. Glad! cry the maids -heaven keep fuch - Marriage, (poor things!) don't move their Earth's ableft drugs are loft, upon ambition. No cure is hop'd for in our female college. And grows but ten times worfe, for con- no THE Monthly Chronologer. N March 25, Jofiah Fearn On the 30th the experiment was made SATURDAY, April 1. The young princefs, daughter of their royal highneffes the prince and princefs of Wales, was chriften'd at Leicester-boufe, by the name of Louifa-Anne; the prince of Heffe, the princefs of Orange, and the queen of Denmark being sponsors. (See p. 141.) TUESDAY, 4. William Hunt, Efq; was chofen governor, and Benjamin Lethieullier, fq; deputy-go vernor of the Bank. WEDNESDAY, AS. The following gentlement were chofen directors, viz. Bryan Benjon, Stamp Brookf bank, Matthew Beachcroft, Merrick Burrel, man. The fame day the following gentlemen were chofen directors of the East-India company, viz. W. Baker Eíq; Ald. Rob. Bootle, Rich. Chauncey, Efqrs. *Sir Ja. Creed, Knt. Cha. Cutts, Roger Drake, Sam, Feake, *Abel Fonnereau, Peter Godfrey, *Cba. Gough, John Hope, Mich. Impey, Ste. Law, Nich. Lintvood, Wm. Mabbot, Nathaniel Newnbam, jun. John Payne, Tho. Phipps, Jones Raymond, William Rider, Jobn Thornton, Wbickcott Turner, Wm. Willy, and Ja. Winter, Efqrs. Those mark'd with are new ones. The lord mayor, aldermen, and common-council-men of the city of London, waited on their royal highneffes the prince and princess of Wales, at Leicester-boufe, to congratulate them on the birth of a princefs; when Richard Adams, Efq; their recorder, made their compliments in the following speech. May it please your royal highnesses, WE E the lord mayor, aldermen, and common-council-men of the city of London, beg leave to attend your royal highneffes, to exprefs our fincereft joy on the increase of his majesty's family, by the birth of a princess, and on the happy recovery of your royal highness. May this princefs, form'd by his majesty's and your bright example, become the delight of his majesty and your royal highneffes. May she study to imitate the piety and virtues of her royal progenitors, and long live to experience your royal highnesses tender love and affection for her. To which his royal highnefs return'd the following answer. My lord and gentlemen, Return you my thanks, and those of the princefs, for this new inftance of your duty to the king, and regard to us. The love you bave for my children is the greatest joy to me. May it encreafe; and may they always deferve it, by their conftant adkerence to the laws and liberties of the country they |