EN

With her curft tongue the seats of bliss re- Lights, Mades, and colours, all consent to found,

[round :

grow,
Whilft he in vain his lightning darts a. And in one bright confusion seem to glow.
In vain the fath with all its force pervades Lo! in de tilent scenes, where tender
Tartarean glooms, and hell's infernal

air,

(tair ; Thades :

In gentle whispers, courts d'approaching
She still scolds on ; the routed gods retire, Where folitude all obstacles remove,
Scar'd at the noise, and tremble with their And spicy breezes warm us into love ;
fire.

Dere me above all worldly cares relide,
Poole.

H. Price, My mistress summer, and de flower my
bride.

(other, The Inscription on the Duke of Argyll's Mo- De Pelbum dere, de Granville court each nument, translated from p. 239. And sip from either swett, like de two Hifloria loquitur.

brother.

[scene, N tumulum, patriæ qui es captus a- Contention's loft in friendship's happier more, Britanne,

And nought but smiling airs between dem Perdignum lacryme munere jure tuæ !

seen, En filet ille, Patres pendebant cujus ab ore; Políticks no more amuse de noisy mob,

Enervi dextrâ, quæ modo terror erat! Nor dis be call'd a trick, nor dat a jobb. Nec, Campbelle, minus pollebas arte Serene and tranquil, like de summer sun, placendi,

Alike dey shine, alıke dere course dey run. Digno quâ nôras jungere dulce probè. Alike dey mantle in bright Pbæbus' ray, A Te congeneres Heroes, ordine longo, And mine and glitter in de glare of day.

Edifcant artes ftemmata quæ fuperant. Next higher bcauties of another nature, Debetur mihi forte aliorum fama superites; Dat sparkle in de light a diamond water,

Ipsa quidem per Te nescia mortis ero. Britannia's belles, a courtly happy race; June 12, 1749.

Scotus. Fire in each brcast, an angel in each face ;

And while de white de inowy mount reTo the FOOL

semble,

(tremble. OW you, master Fool, wliy you no All look and gaze, admire, submit and

So Paris once upon mount Ida stood, bloom, de verdure, de flower, de tout And Juno, Vinus, and Minerva view'd, enrichement de nature, de glorious finee But did not see, when all dat he had done, Thow dat it makee all about us? Have you Bright Denmark's queen, or happy Huntingforgettee de Walbam Green for de foolish nonsense, de politique, de politeffe, and de De Juno's grace, de Venus' warmer fire, puzzle us?

Minerva's wisdom, all in one conspire ; E E when de orient sun begins to rise,

All to dis happy feat, me see repair, And nature's glory purple all de skies! And join to furnish out each British fair. Tinctur'd with gold, from Tberis' lap he Each vies with each, and all together strive, Springs,

(tings,

And in each rich carnation aim to live. And minds not love, but tinks of better Hail happy ifle, and happier Walbam Green,

Were al dat's fair and beautilul are seen! De genial bloom awakes ; de pearly dew Den quits de roly bed, and shews de native Where wanton Zephyis court de ambient air, hue :

[arms,

And sweets ambrosial banish every care; With smiling count 'nance and de open Where thought nor trouble focialjoy moleft, Receives de genial rays enliv’ning charms.

Nor vain solicitude can banith reit; Wrapt in de gloomy mantle of de night, Peaceful and happy, here me reign serene, De Numbring gods all vanih in de fright, Perplexity defy, and imile at spleen : Den to ripolis's harp, de tuneful choir Belles, beaus, and statesmen, around me Exalt dere lays, and listen to de lyre.

Thine,

[divine ; De nuggard men rise from de lazy bed, All own me dere supreme, me constitute Dis minds de farm, and dat pursues de All wait my pleasure, own my awful nod,

And change de humble gard'ner to de god. Wid eager joy de wise embrace each hour, Ah, master Fool! did you but know defe Dis seeks for wealth, dat's raptur'd in a

tings !

[brings, flower.

What plcalure calm repose to mortals So me de lover of de sparkling race,

You'd foon forget your writing and your In ev'ry radiant flower new beauties trace.

school, See here the purple, dere de red aspire, And be no more de scribbler and de Fool. Dis Auth'd with sprightly pink, dat ray'd

Yours, &c.
with fire.

Bar:oleme de Roque.
De lemon here, de orange dere supreme, From de Walham Green,
Dis de Aurora (hews, and dat de green ;

June 2, 1749.

ton.

trade ;

D "

d's ire,

T

WITH dull road,

ibis lady bas suggefed very immoral and A Copy of Verses dated at Oxford, May 23,

pernicious advice

that pe bas not duly 1749, and directed 10 L-IR-S-,

weighed that inimitable foiloquy of Hamlet, tbe L d of the B-in wa ting, and To be, or not to be,-nor ide many excellent by bim presented to obe P-e of W-S. Tracts that bave been publish'd againj ny'd our sov'reign's gracious fight, Self-Murder; and, what is worse, seems in Pursu'd by B --.

bave forgot ber Maker and ber Cbriftianity. Poor Oxford mourns her doleful pligit, Nor dares to ftring her lyre ;

An Extempory on a very Retired Walk. Whilf Cambridge, happy in her choice

ELL me, harmonious fifters, ray, Of good N wcastle's duke,

To whom belongs this sacred way ! To George and William tunes her voice,

Which of you owns this lov'd retreat,
Nor fears the ftern rebuke.

Fit only for the Muses seat ?
Yet thro' the various metred book,

To one or all it must belong,
Whoe'er will read the same,

Contriv'd for poely, paint, or long.
Will find no easy talk to look

Sure thou might'st, blest recess, inspire For gentle Fredrick's name.

The meanest with poetick fire.

Ev'n discord here would cease to jar, But when the day shall be at hand,

And all the noisy fons of war
(Oh late may be that day!)

Forsake Bellona's loud alarms,
When a new sov’reign thall demand
The learned muse's lay :

For thy more soft, persuasive charms.

Come, all ye painters, here you'll find Then Mall the well-lov'd Fredrick's praise Brighter ideas seize your mind : Ey Oxford bards be sung,

And you that soar on mufick's wings, And then will Cambridge have the grace, Come here to wake the Neeping strings. No doubt, to hold her tongue.

Sure, 'tis the genius of the place,

That thus becalms my soul to peace. Verses on Self-Murder, address'd 10 -- by

No boisterous paffion dares molest a Lady.

The sweet composure in my breast. steps I pass thro' life's

Hail! happy omen! Now I know,

This is the Muses seat below : No pack horse half so weary of his load ; When from Parnasus they would range, And when this dirty journey shall conclude, Their heavenly one for this they change. To what rew realms is then my way pur- But Sol's diurnal course is run, lu'd ?

And I reluctant must be gone:
Say then, does the unbody'd spirit fly But shortly I'll return agen ;
To happier climes, and to a better sky?

Adieu, delightful grove, till then.
Or finking, mix with dust and kindred clay,
And Neep a whole eternity away?

A BALL AD,
Or shall this form be once again renew'd,
With all its frailties, and its hopes endu’d, To the Tune of, The Irish Howl.
Acting once more, on this detested stage,
Paffions of youth, infirmities of age ?

By Lady Mary Wortley Montagu.
I fee in Trılly what the antients thought,
And read unprejudic'd what moderns taught; O that dear nymph, whose powerful
But no conviction from my reading springs,
Mort dubious in the most important things. Does every chrobbing nerve inflame,
Yet one short moment would at once (As the soft sound I low repeat
explain,

My pulse unequal measures beat)
What all philosophy has sought in vain ; Whose eyes I never more shall see,
Would clear all doubt, and terminate all That once so sweetly shin'd on thee;
pain.

Go, gentle wind! and kindly hear
Why then not haften that decisive hour, My tender wilhes to the fair.
Still in my view, and ever in my power

Hob, bo, bo, &c.
Why should I drag along this life I hate,
Without one thought to mitigate the weight?

Amidst her pleasures let her know Why this mysterious being force t'exist, The secret anguish of my woe, When every joy is loft, and every hope dir

The midnight pang, the jealous hell, mift ?

(stay, Does in this toitur'd bosom dwell : In chains and darkness wherefore should I

While laughing (he, and full of play, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key. Is with her young companions gay ;

it is to be suppor'd that we often diffel Or hearing in some fragrant bower from obe sentiments of our correspondents, and Her lover's ligh, and beauty's power. Sometimes disapprove obem ; fu bere weibeink

Hob, ko, bo, &c.

Loft

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name

2.

TH

3.

Let those gilt djades, the fribbing braux,

& Loft and forgotten may I be !

Their malice vent in tales and rhymes ;
On may no pitying thought of me

Such, and such only, are thy fies,
Disturb the joy that she may find

Succe's and merit are thy crimes.
When love is crown'd and fortune kind :
May that bless’d swain (whom yet I hate)

E p I GRAM,
Be proud of his distinguish'd fate :*

OR sparkling wit, for knowledge and
Each happy night be like the first;

for sense, And he be bless'd as I am curs'd.

The world allows Cleora fair pretence: Hob, bo, bo, &ci Envy her not! for still remain behind, 4.

Malice and hatred, and a treach'rous mind.
While in these pathless woods I stray
And lose my solitary way ;

Trarslarion of ibe gib Metre in obe :f Fook

of Boetius de Consolatione Philofophiæ. Talk to the stars, to trees complain, And tell the senseless woods my pain :

"HE Itars, whole splendor gilds the ikies But madness spares that sacred name,

No beauty can disclose,
Nor dares the hidden wound proclaim;

Whene'er between them and our eyes

Clouds rudely interpose.
Which secret rankling, sure and now,
Shall close in endless peace my woe.,

When the rough wind, wi' hout controul,

O'er the swoll'n ocean raves,
Hob, bo, bo, &c.

Whose blasts the mountain billows rowl,
5.
When this fond heart shall ake no more,

And toss the foaming waves ;
And all the ills of life are o'er ;

The crystal Aood, which was before

Clear as fereneft days,
(If gods by lovers prayers are mov'd,
As every god in heaven has lov'd)

Troubled and muddy now no more
Instead of bright Elyfian joys,

That excellence displays.
That unknown something in the skies,

The river, which from loily hills
In recompence of all my pain,

With easy motions fows,
The only heaven I would obtain,

Oft meets with stones, burne down its rills
May I the guardian of her charms

Which its due course oppose.
Preserve that paradise from harms.

If with a clear and faithiuilight,
Hob, bo, bo, &c.

Thou truth defir'it to fee,

And of all ways would'It chuse the right;
To Alexis, in Imitation of Virgil.

From banerul error free ;
Qualis Pbilomela merens, &c. Drive all false pleasures from thy breart,

Banith all idle fear,
To the decrees of wiser providence ; And be not with vain hope pofseft,
Blame not those crosses, which thy worth Nor yield to fad despair.
conceal'd

(veald ; For where those tyrant passions reigns
Have brought to light, thy virtues have re- They fo enfiave che mind,
Had'st thou not been thus aggravated, none No prir'ner' wears a heavier chain,
Could have been charm'd with thy delicious No captive's more confin'd.

moan ;
To grief and pity thy enchanting voice

A SIMIL E.
Invites - and yet we cannot but rejoice ; quam memento rebus in arduis
Thou tell'At thy sorrows in so sweet a strain, Sorvare mentem ; non fecus in bonis
'Tis heav'n to some, to hear thee thus com- Ab insolenti temperatami
plain.

Lætitia
Som Pbilomela (once a lovely maid)
Loudly laments beneath the poplar sade;

HE N the loud waves in mountains

WH
Her doubled grief employs her melting

rile,
tongue,

(young,

And temperts mingle seas and skies;
First ravin'd, now robb’d of her tender

The dauntless failor plies his car,
She still of man's barbarity complains

Bounds o'er the surge, and gains the shore,
Obdurate monarchs! and obdurate (wains !

But if a smooth, alluring breeze
Perch'd on a bough, her notes record her

Invites to tempt the faithless seas;

He trusts not to the fact'rug gale,
wrong,
While echoing vales reverberate her long;

But wisely furis the flowing fail.
In cuneful forrow the consumes the night,

So when harin sorture low'rs her hrow,
And gives to all things, bui herself, deliglic.

With courage wait th' impending blow;

From the firm breast her darts rebound; To Mr. G---K.

While coward Naves lament the wounda *HE joy thou oft hart giv'n to me,

If then the smiling wanion pours

Upon thy head her golden show'rs;
I wish those joys tenfold to thee,

Watch ev'ry motion of thy mind,
To crown and bless the happy day, And keep the rising joy confin'd.
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Montbly Chronologer.

The following is such a remarkable Account of vast numbers of churches, monasteries and

a Hail Storm in Portugal, as ought not to Riceples, which adorn it, make it yield a be omitted,

fine prospect both from the land and from Extract of a Letter from Oporto, dared

the vessels that sail up and down the Wolga.

Olearius, who had been there, gives a de-
May 3, 0. S.

scription of it to this effect, viz. That it is
AST Sunday, April 30, all situated in a fine spacious plain, in lat.
our family, with two or 58° 38'. Most of the houses are of wood,
Three friends more, dined as well as the ramparts and towers; the
at our country house: After castle alone is surrounded with stone
dinner it began to thunder walls, and is well stored with artillery and
and lighten very much, warlike ammunition ; and the river, which

and a black cloud came runs round it, serves instead of a ditch, from the south and threatned a heavy which renders the place very strong. A Mower ; a squall of wind soon came on, garison is kept in it, all of Mufrovite soldiand it began to hail very large stones, but ers; and the Tartars, who 'inhabit the in less than a minute's time we were all town, are forbid to enter this fortress, un. Nruck with surprize ; for they came down der pain of death. The cattle is governed as big as hens eggs, and with such impetu. by its own Waywode, and the city by its oûty that the liouse top seem'd to be beat- own governor. About 7 wersts below the ing in : The noise they made, confounded town, in a place where the river is broad, with the thunder, was as if the heavens there is a large dock for the building of were fighting against the earth ; however, Tips of conliderable bulk, which are afterthe shower happily lasted but a few mi- wards sent down into the Caspian sea. nutes, and when it was over, two or three This city is excellently well fituated for the of us ran out to measure some of the hail- being supplied with all sorts of provisions stones; the generality of them were 4 or and necessaries both by land and water, 5 inches in circumference, but I measured and they are here in great plenty, and very several 6 inches, aster they had lain on the cheap. The reason why the Tartar ciriground a quarter of an hour : The's form zens are kept out of the castle, is the jea. was various, some spheroidical, others oval, lousy of the Russian monarchs, they being and all rended to round ; upon breaking 2 a conquered people ; for the province of or 3 I found that about the centre they Cafan, of which this city is the head, was were transparent, tho' the other part was formerly an independent kingdom; bue bequite white, and not so: No great damage ing engaged in civil wars, in the time of the was done about the city to the northward, czar, Jon Bafilowirx * II. they were deexcept breaking of tiles and windows ; but prived of royalty and dominion by that this is inlignificant in comparison of the conqueror. The province stretches a great mischief done a league or two to the south- way along the Wolga, and the land is exward, where the lower was so violent, tremely fertile. The natives are more cithat the hailftones were as big as large o- vilized than most of the other Tartar natiranges; they tore up the ground, cut the ons, occalion'd by their conversing more corn in pieces, and destroyed the fruit- with strangers. They apply themselves en. trees, killing likewise some people who tirely to commerce, and carry on a confi. were caught in it. One hailstone, I hear, derable trade in hides and other goods. In was caken up, which weighed 3 pounds. the time of their independench they were

looked upon as a brave and warlike nation, The great City of Casan baving been lately

and their kings were dreaded by all the reduc'd to Afbes by a mofl terrible Corfiu

neighbouring princes. The capital, down gration, the following Description of it,

to this day, has been famous for its com. extrafled from the most modern Writers, may

merce all over the east. The archbishopnot be unacceptable.

rick was established by the conqueror, Joba ASAN, Cazan, Cafamur, is seated on Bahlowitz, abovementioned.

the river Cafarka, from which it de- His serene highness the duke of Modena, rives its name, about a league above its having taken leave of the royal family, let confluense with the Wolga, and is a large out on the 28th of last month, for Har. populous city : Its metropolitan is the second wich, to embark there for Italy, (sce p. in rank of the whole Ruffian empire. The 238.)

• Ibis Czar reigned from 1533 to 1583.

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