dir 6. Hafte then, and amply o'er his head

The graceful foliage spread; Meanwhile the Mufe shall snatch the trump of Fame,

And lift her fwelling accents high,
To tell the world that Pelbam's name

Is dear to learning as to liberty.
Full Chorus. The Mule fhall fnatch the trump
of Fame,

And lift ber fwelling accents
high,
[name

To tell the world that Pelham's

Is dear to learning as to liberty.

Epilogue to the Town, defign'd to accompany

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a small dramatick Piece not yet published. 100 long provok'd in these cenforicus times,

[rhimes, When fatire points the most unpolish'd Tho' fancy fhilts her fcenes with welcome hafte,

I come, ye beaux, to vindicate your taste.
In national politeness we advance ;
Court Algerines; fend hoftages to France;
To fave the Dutch contribute two for one;
Oblige all neighbours ; are oblig'd by none.
In publick works what taste may we
alledge!

Without a bottom we conftruct a bridge:
Our city manfion who does not admire ;
And Weftminfier's two towers without a
spire?

Who built a canvas palace for a blaze? Were they not Britons? Did not Britons gaze?

Who hir'd Italians, fam'd for op'ra skill, That wond'rous work to finish ?--Britons still.

Let Cam and Ifis plead their high deserts, Who's firft in learning, loyalty, and arts; Politer tafte fcorns rivalfhip fo muddy: In Broughton's academy Britons fludy; They mack the whip; the cards they huffle well;

And lords grow proud at cricket to excel.

When to Veuxbull and Ranelagh we go, We melt in ecítacy with Beard and Lowe: Each breaft imbibes the thrilling vefper's airs,

Receipts for cuckoldom, and virgin fnares.

See Ranger, born all action to exprefs, By tafle enchanted with a dance and dress, Submits to fix, his paffion to relieve, And drudge thro' wedlock's duty with his Eve. [town, While farce and feedle-fee entroís the And Shakespear's trash but slow and then goes down,

The cits to Cuper's hurry with their spouses, And Hough difplays his talents to full houses.

Is not this taste refin'd-beyond difpute? 'Tis Britain's tafte: Ye criticks all be mute! [I hope; Trite stuff, you fay. Well, this is new, We've kept our jubilee before the pope : In modern drefs we mafk old-fashion'd

vice,

And ev'ry toy in taste commands its price. How I forget!-Your pardon, Mr Foote; We taste your tricks, and puppet-shews to boot. [stage,

In short, from Britain's St-rage to her Such tafte no nation ever faw, no age: We try it now; and, if this trifle hit, Courage, my friends, your taste will be compleat.

THRE

A Country QUARTER SESSIONS. HREE or four parfons, three or four 'fquires, Three or four lawyers, three or four lyars; Three or four parishes, bringing appeals, Three or four hands, and three or four feals; Three or four bastards, three or four whores, Tag, rag, and bob-tail, three or four scores; Three or four bulls, and three orfour cows Three or four orders, three or four bows Three or four statutes, not understood, Three or four paupers, praying for food; Three or four roads, that never were mended Three or four fcolds- -and the feffions is

ended.

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On Mr. STANLEY, the celebrated blind Organist.

WHILE Nine

HILE at his birth, the heavenly

Ufe all their facred skill,

To teach their Stanley founds divine,
And rhapsody at will;
Would you make man a demigod,
Envy malignant cries;

And with her fnake-envenom'd rod
Robb'd the young bard of eyes.
Pbabus beheld-and glow'd with ire;
But to redress the blow,

Bid him command the heaven- ftrung lyre,
His deputy below!

CHA

D'

tongue,

Than ever man pronounc'd, or angel fung; Had I all knowledge, human and divine, That thought can reach, or fcience can define;

[birth, And had I pow'r to give that knowledge In all the speeches of the babbling earth: Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,

To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire:
Or had I faith like that which Ifrael faw,
When Mofes gave them miracles, and law:
Yet, gracious charity, indulgent guest,
Were not thy pow'r exerted in my breast,
Thofe fpeeches would fend up unheeded
[(pair;
pray'r,

That fcorn of life would be but wild de-
A cymbal's found were better than my

voice;

[noife. My faith were form, my eloquence were Charity, decent, modeít, ealy, kind, Softens the high, and rears the abje&t mind Knows with just reins, and eyen hand to guide

Betwixt vile fhame, and arbitrary pride. ·
Not foon provok'd, the easily forgives,
And much she suffers, as the much believes.
Soft peace fhe brings wherever she arrives :
She builds our quiet, as the forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even ;
And opens in each breaft a little heav'n.
Each other gift, which God on man be-
[knows;
ftows,
Its proper bounds, and due restriction
To one fixt purpose dedicates its pow'r,
And finishing its act exifts no more.
Thus in obedience to what heav'n decrees,
Knowledge fhall fail, and prophecy shall
cease:

But lafting charity's more ample fway,
Nor bound by time, nor fubject to decay,
In happy triumph fhall for ever live,
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise
receive.

As thro' the artift's intervening glass,
Our eye obferves the diftant planets pass;
A little we difcover, but allow,

That more remains unseen, than art can
[improve,
fhow:
So, whilft our mind its knowledge would
(Its feeble eye intent on things above)
High as we may, we lift our reason up,
By faith directed, and confirm'd by hope,
Yet are we able only to survey
Dawnings of beams, and promifes of day.
Heav'n's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled

fight;

[light.

Too great its fwiftnefs, and too ftrong its
But foon the mediate clouds fhall be dif-
pell'd:
The fun shall foon be face to face beheld,

r

great.

The virgin, whose deluded heart

Laments a lover flown ;

Or happier fair, whofe bofom pants

For transports yet unknown,
Thy fovereign power alternately declare,
To fmooth wild extafy, or gild despair.

The good old fage, whose evening steps

Deputed angels guard,

Thy joys fhall oft with rapture fing,

So oft with rapture shar'd :
Whilst to aftonish'd crouds this truth he tells,
How feraphs flights are found in hermits cells.
Nor lefs fhall thee the bard proclaim,

Joint parent of his verse;
Whether he fing of Stella's charms,

Or heavenly strains rehearse; Whose balms alike his each attempt inspire, Sweeten the fonnet, or the anthem fire. Thee shall the worthy and the good [vance In every age adore, When kings fhall fmile, and crouds ad

The giddy fhout no more :

For genuine joy to folitude reforts,
And leaves to vanity the blaze of courts.
Then foh!) whilst youth and vigour string
These nerves, and warm this heart!
E'er fickening nature feel the Broke
Of time in every part.

Here ftay my choice, kind heav'n, where
peace is found,

And joys, best emblems of thy own, abound.

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An Ode occafioned by reading Mr. Weft's Translation of Pindar. By Jofeph Warton, Rector of Winflade, Hampshire,

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STROPHE I.

Lbion rejoice! thy fons a voice divine have heard, [pear'd! The man of Thebes hath in thy vales apHark! with fresh rage and undiminish'd' fire, [lyre; The fweet enthufiaft fmites the British The founds that echoed once on Alpheus'

ftreams, [Thames; Reach the delighted ear of listening Lo! swift across the dufty plain

Great Theron's foaming courfers ftrain ! What mortal tongue e'er roll'd along Such full, impetuous tides of nervous song? ANTIS TROPHE I. The fearful, frigid lays of cold and creeping art, [heart; Nor touch, nor can transport th'unfeeling Pindar, our inmost bosom piercing, warms With glory's love, and eager thirst of

arms:

[ftrain,

When freedom fpeaks in his majestick
The patriot-paffions beat in every vein :
We long to fit with heroes old,
'Mid groves of vegetable gold,

Where Cadmus and Achilles dwell,
And ftill of daring deeds and dangers tell.
EPODE I.

Away, enervate bards, away, Who fpin the courtly, filken lay, +As wreaths for fome vain Louis' head, Or mourn fome foft Adonis dead: No more your polifh'd Lyricks boast, In British Pindar's ftrength o'erwhelm'd and loft.

As well might ye compare The glimmerings of a waxen flame, (Emblem of verse correctly tame) To his own Etna's fulphur-fpouting caves, (raves, When to heaven's vault the fiery deluge When clouds and burning rocks dart thro' the troubled air.

STROPHE II.

In roaring cataracts down Andes' hollow steeps,

Mark how enormous Orellana fweeps, Monarch of mighty floods! fupremely ftrong, [along, Thund'ring from cliff to cliff he whirls Swoln with an hundred hills collected

[flows,

fnows : Thence over nameless regions widely Round fragrant ifles, and citron

groves,

Where ftill the naked Indian roves,

And fafely builds his leafy bow'r,

From flavery far, and curft Iberian pow'r :

ANTIS TROPHE II.

So rapid Pindar flows.O parent of the

lyre,

Let me for ever thy fweet fons admire, O antient Greece! but chief the bard, whofa lays Sounded th' Olympick heroes matchlefs praife, And next, Euripides, foft pity's priest, Who melts in ufeful woes the bleeding breaft,

[king, And him, who fung th' incertuous While Arbens trembled at his string; Teach me to tafte their charms refin'd, The richest banquet of th' enraptur'd mind.

From ANACREON.

'Before I got one wink of reft;
Was three o'clock, one night, at least,

And scarcely had I clos'd my eyes,
When Fancy bid this vifion rife:
Light pinions on my shoulders grew,
With which in air, aloft I flew,
While free as air itfelf I rang'd,
And oft my place and station chang'd;
The wanton god purfu'd my flight,
With feeming kindnefs, and delight;
But when a proper time he found,
My feet in golden durance bound.
Attracted by the clogging weight,
I funk from my etherial ftate.
The vifion well explains my heart,
And is its faithful counterparti
For oft by Fancy I've been led,
But ne'er before by love betray'd.
The fair and young I've oft approv'd,
But only blooming Myra - lov'd.

On the Duke of Montagu's Death, (p. 297)
OW sweet the mem'ry of his grace is!
Who dy'd poffefs'd of goodness, and
of pluces.

His places he has left behind,

And dukes enow to share them we shall find:
But for the goodness that was in his breaft,.
And, with his foul, is gone to rest:
No candidate for that has put up one re-
quest.
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THE

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Y first arrival was at Bofton in New-England; this is the largest city that belongs to the Englife, it is very populous, and a place of great trade; RhodeIfland is a fruitful spot, and New-York is polite; this place hath loft part of its trade by fome conveniences attending the town of Amboy in the neighbourhood. But what almost surpasses belief (when we confider that there were fcarce any houses there about 90 years ago) is the great extent of the city of Philadel-.. phia in Penfylvania; this hath, befides many others of near its length, one street of above a mile long, and the buildings as clofe together as in most places in London; there. were built last year, between dwellinghouses, warehouses, and store-houses, about 120. This prodigious increase is not to be wonder'd at, when we confider that there arrives in this city yearly, between 3 and 5000 Irish and Germans, the most notable artificers of thefe ftaying generally in this city, and the pealants retiring to the country. Such is the plenty of provifions here, that I have reckoned 80 carcaffes of beef on one market-day, they having two of a week. I have likewife numbered 60 country waggons in town on the fame market-day.

A court-martial began to be held at Portfmouth, on June 26, Sir Edward Hawle prefident, and continued during that month, and feveral days at the beginning of this, for the trial of the officers and men on board the Cheerfield man of war, when he was run away with on the coaft of Guinea. Firft captain Dudley, who was captain of the faid fhip, was tried for fevera! mifdemeanors laid to his charge, and honourably acquitted. On the 28th lieut. Couchman was tried for being concern'd in running away with the faid hip, who was found guilty, and fentenced to be shot; as was alfo lieut. Morgan, belonging to the marines, on the 30th, against whom the evidence of his joining with Couchman in all his meafures, was very strong and full. On Mon lay the 3d infant Mr. Knight, carpenter of the Chesterfield, was found guilty and fentenced to be hang'd; as was

alfo, on the 5th, Henry Hains, the captain's cook; but others who were tried with him, were honourably acquitted, and suffered to come on thore directly. On the 7th John Place, carpenter's mate, was found guilty: The gunner fwore, as he lay fick in his cabbin, that he came to him with a drawn cutlafs in one hand and a piftol cocked in the other, and swore he would murder him, if he did not deliver him the keys of the magazine. A foremaftman and a marine were tried the fame day, and found guilty. Several others were afterwards found guilty, and received fentence of death, particularly 4 on the 10th, 4 on the 12th, and one on the 14th.

SATURDAY, July 1.

Two failors thinking themselves ill used at a houfe, the fign of the Crown, near the New Church in the Strand, went out, denouncing vengeance, and in a little time returned with a great number of armed failors, who entirely demolish'd all the goods, cut all the feather-beds to pieces, and strew'd the feathers in the ftreet; demolished all the wearing apparel, and turn'd the women they found in the house naked into the ftreet; they then broke all the windows, and confiderably damag'd another house adjoining. A guard of foldiers was fent for from the Tilt-Yard; but they came too late to prevent the destruction of every thing in the house. The next night the rioters return'd, and treated two more houses in the Strand much in the fame manner; and the day following made the fame attempt on a house in the Old-Bailey, but it did not come up to that height as in the Strand, most of the goods being removed before the attack began. A guard of officers and 60 foldiers were order'd to do duty near TempleBar, and at night a party of them did duty in the Old-Bailey, to prevent any more riotous proceedings. Nine perfons concern'd in thefe riots were committed to Newgate by justice Fielding.

MONDAY, 3.

Murphy, Lee, Hayes and Rogers, four of the 6 malefactors who receiv'd sentence of death at the feffions in May laft, at the OldBailey, (fee p. 238, 239.) were this day executed at Tyburn,

Cambridge, July 5. Saturday laft, the it inftant, being the day appointed for the inftallation of his grace the duke of Newcafile, chancellor elect of this univerfity, the fenate aflembled at ten in the morning, and fent a