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Poetical ESSAYS in M ARCH, 1751.


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Employs his serious head on ftate a&airs, Gallants, look herefaith I have play'd And sole his wand-by way of epilogue. You critics, there below, had belt be civil: For I, with this same rod, can play the

devil ;


Spoken by Mr. GARRICK.
N arms renown'd, for arts of peace

Alfred, the nation's father, more than lord,
A British author has presum'd to draw,
Struck deep, even now, with reverential

awe ; And sets the godlike figure fair in viewO may discernment find the likeness true, When Danish fury, with wide-wasting hand,

[land, Had spread pale fear, and ravage o'er the This prince arising bade confusion ceale, Bade order Mine, and bleft his ifle with

peace ; Taught liberal arts to humanize the mind, And heaven. born science co sweet freedom

join'd. Unired thus, the friendly Gifters Thone, And one secur'd, while one adorn'd his

throne. Amidst there honours of his happy reign, Each Grace and every Muse compos'd his

train : As grateful servants, all exulting srove, At once to spread his fame, and mhare his

love. To night, if ought of fiction you behold, Think not, in virtue's Cause, the bard 100

bold, If ever angels from the skies descend, It must be truth and freedom to defend. Thus would our author please be it your

part, If not his labours, to approve his heart,

Tie all your busy tongues up, one by one, And turn what share of brains you have

to itone: The beau's soft scull convert to folid rocke • What then she wig will always have its

block. But for the men of fad and solemn face, The deep dark lages in or out of place, Who much in port and politicks delight, Small change, God knows, will make them ftatues quite.

[neer The ladies too but now these witlings No, fair ones, you shall meet no insult

here : I only hint my power--that, if I lift, I yet can charm you two long hours from

whift. But, cards are ready, you are all bespoke To spoil a dozen drums, would be no

joke. Besides, 'twould be mere arbitrary (way:

of old, was us'd at Nero's play, Who, when he sung and fiddled to the town, Still, as his subjects yawn'd, would knock them down,


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Poetical Essays in MARCH, 1751. No, firs; to gain a heart, we must not Oft did the harvest to their fickle yield, teize :

[please. Their harrow ost the Aubborn glebe has Who would engage it, first should aim to

broke ;

[field ! This part be mine : and, if I now succeed How jocund did they drive their team a. To my own wish, you will be pleas'd in How bow'd the woods beneath their deed.

fturdy stroke! Then--for a trial : thus, I wave my hand, Let not ambition mock their useful toil, To prove the power of this inchanting Their homely joys and destiny obscure, wand.

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful fmile

The fhort and fimple annals of the On waving her wand, the scene opens,

poor. and discovers a beautiful valley, bordered The boaft of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, on each hand by forelt trees, riling irregu And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er larly, and forming from space to space va.

gave, tious groves. The profpe&t behind is a Awaits alike th' inevitable hour ; landscape of woodlands, and of mountains The paths of glory lead but to the that ascend above one another, till the

grave. laft seem to lose themselves in the fky. Forgive, ye proud! the involuntary fault, From the summit of the nearest hill a river If memory to these no trophies raise, pours down, by several falls, in a natural Where thro' the long-drawn ine, and fret. cascade. The warbling of birds is heard.

ted vault

(praise. Then en'er, first, a husbandman, his wife, The pealing anthem (wells the note of and family ; afterwards, a Mepherd and Can story'd urn, or animated bult, Thepherdess ; and lastly, soldiers : All of Back to its manfion call the feeting them linging the blessings of freedom and

breath? peace.

Can honour's voice provoke the Glent duft,

Or Aalt'ry footh the dull cold ear of An ELEGY written ixi a Country Cburcba

death? yard.

Perhaps in this neglected spot'is laid,

Some heart once pregnant with celestial THE MHE curfew tolls, the kne!) of parting

fire :

{sway'd, day,

Hands that the reins of empire might have Thelowing herd winds flowly o'er the lea, Or wake to extary the living lyre. The plowman homewards plods his weary But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, way,

[to me. Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er And leaves the world darkness and

unroll; Now fades the glimm'ring landskip on the Chill penury repressed their noble rage, right,

And froze' the genial current of the rool, And all the air a solemn ftillness holds ;

Full many a gem of pureft ray serene
Save where the beetle wheels his droning The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean


Treen, Or drowzy tinklings lull the distant Full many a flow's is born to blush un. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r, And waste its sweetness on the delart The moping owl does to the moon com.


(breast plain

(bow'r, Some village. Hampden, that with dauntless Of such, as wand'ring near her secret The little tyrant of his fields withitood,

Moleft her angient folitary reign. Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Beneath these roggéd eims, thaç yew-tree's Some Cromweli guilters of his country's Tade, (ing heap, blood.

(mand, Where heaves the rurf in many à mould'r Th' applause of liftening renates to comEach in his narrow cell for ever laid,

The threats of pain and ruin to despise, The rude foresathers of the hamlet To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, Песр.

And read their hift'ry in a narion's eyes, The breezy call of incenfe-breathing mom, Their lot forbad: nor circumscrib'd alone The swallow twitt'ring írom the straw Their growing virtues, but their crimes built thed,

(horn confin'd, The cock's fhrill clarion, or the echoing Forbad to wade thro' Naughter to a throne, No more thall rouze-them from their And mut the gates of mercy on manlowly bed.


kind, For them no more the blazing hearth mall The struggling pangs of conscious trulh to Or busy house. wife ply her evening care, hide,

thame, No childien run to lilp their fire's return, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Or climb his knces the envy'd kiss to Or heap ihe shrine of luxury and pride Thare.

With incense kindled at the mule's Ramea 5

“+ year,


For thee, who, mindful of th" unhonour'd I MUST: ! will have Gin !—Thatfxillet

Poetical Essays in M ARCH, 1751. 135 Far from the madding crowd's ignoble “ There (catter'd oft, the earliest of the ftrife,

[“ lets found i Their sober wilhęs never learn'd to Aray; « By hands unseen, are showers of vio. Along che cool requester'd vale of life, “ The red-breast loves to build and war. They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

“ ble there,

[“ ground.' Yet ev'n these bones from insult to pro. “ And little footsteps lightly print the

Tbe Ε Ρ Σ Τ Α Ρ Η. Some frail memorial Mill erected nigh,

ERE ture 'deckt,


(known : Implores the passing tribute of a figh, A youth to fortune and to fame unTheir name, their years (pelt by th' un.

Fair science frowa'd not on his humble birth, letter'd mule

And melancholy mark'd him for her own, The place of fame and elegy supply, Large was his bounty, and his soul fin, And many a holy text around the itrews,

cere, That teach the rustick moralift to die.

Heav'n did a recompence as largely send : For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear : This pleasing anxious being e'erre. He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he fign'd,

wish'd a friend, Left the warm precincis of the chearful

No farther reek his merits to disclore, day,

(hind ?

Or draw his frailties from their dread Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look be.

abode, On some fond breast the parting foul relies,

(There they alike in trembling hope repose) Some pious drops the cloning eye re.

The bosom of his father and his God. quires;

Strip-Me-Naked, or Royal Gin for ever. Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature

A PICTURE. cries, Awake and faithful to her wonted fires,

take :

(bake. dead,

Pawn it :-No more I'll roast, or boil, or Doft in these lines their artless talc relate, This juice immortal will each want supply. If chance by lonely contemplation led,

Starve on (ye brats !) so I but bung my eye. Some kindred spirit thall inquire thy Scarve! No This Gin does mother's

milk excel ;

[repel. Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Will paint the cheeks, and hunger's darts · Ost have we seen him at the peep of The skillet's pawn'd already.---Take this dawn

сар ;

(lap.“ Brushing with hatty iteps the dews away, Round my bare head I'll yon brown paper “ To meet the sun upon the upland Ha ! half my petticoat was tore away 16 lawn.

[“ beech, By dogs (I fancy) as I maudlin lay. ". There at the foot of yonder nodding How the winds whistle thro' each broken " That wreaths its old fantastick roots

[rain ! [“ Itretch, Thro' the wide-yawning roof how pours the " His listless length at noon-tide would he

My bedstead's crack'd; the table goes hipAnd pore upon the brook chat babbles hop.

(dial drop i [" in Scorn, But see! the Gin!-Come, come thou cor" Hard by yon wood, now smiling as Thou sovereign balsam to my longing heart! “ Mutt'ring his wayward

Incies, hc Thou husband ! children ! - all! We ( would rove :

[“ forlorn,
must not part !

slane it goes : " Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one. [Drinks.] Delicious !-0!--Down the red “ Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in

Now I'm a queen, and trample on my woes. “ hopeless love.

Inspir'd by Gin, I'm ready for the road ; " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd Cou'd Moot my man, or fire the king's

[“ tree,

(round and round: Along the heath, and near his fav’rite

Ha! my brain's crack'd. -The room furns “Another came, nor yet behide the rill,

Down drop the platters, pans :-I'm on Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood the ground;

(care I? was he:

My tatter'd gown flips from me:-what “ The next, with dirges due, in sad array, I was born naked, and I'll naked die. “ Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne ; [“ the lay

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When Britic dames for conscience. Sake

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136 Poetical Essays in MARCH, 1754. If some frail nymph, by youthful passion This now, perhaps, is wrong--yet this we (way'd,

know, From virtue's paths incontinent had stray'd; 'Twas senle and truth a century ago : When banish'd reason re-assum'd her place, When Britain with transcendent glory The conscious wretch bewail'd her foul dir. crown'd, grace ;

[years For high atchievements, as for wit reFled from the world and pass'd her joyless nown'd,

[part, In decent solitude and pious tears :

Cull's from each growing grace the purest Veil'd in some convent made her peace And cropt the flowers from every, bloomwith heavin, [given. ing art,

(talk And almost hop'd-by prudes to be for Our noblest youth would then embrace the Not so of modern wh-s th'illustrious Of comick humour, or the mystick marque. train,

'Twas theirs t'encourage worth, and give Renown's Constantia, Pilkington, and, to bards Grown old in fin, and dead to am'rous joy, What now is spent in boxing and in cards : No acts of penace their great souls em Good sense their pleasure-virtue fill their ploy ;

(vance, guide, Without a bluth behold eachi nymph ad And English magnanimity-their pride. The luscious horoine of her own romance ; Methinks, I see, with fancy's magick eye, Each harlot triumphs in her loss of fame, The shade of Shakespear, inyon azure sky. And boldly prints and publishes her Thame. On yon high cloud behold the bard advance,

Grasping all nature with a single glance : On Miss P-yH-,

In various attitudes arcund him stand

The paffions, waiting for his dread com. ELL me no more of Celia's face,

mand. or Chloe's locks, or Cynthia's air ; First kneeling love before his feet appears, Venus has lavish'd ev'ry grace

And musically fighing melts in tears. On the more beautecus PyH. Near him fell jealousy with fury hurns, Adieu, ye city belles; no more

And into storms the amorous breathings Your studied charms have pow's to move :

turns ;

[draws ncar, Take, ye fantastick beaus! the store ; Then hope with heaven-ward look, and joy Tis Polly I alone can love.

While pallied terror trembles in the rear. No coral, jet, nor damask rose

Such Shakespear's train of horror and Shall paint her lips, or checks, or hair ;

delight, Not all the products Flora Mows,

And such we hope to introduce to night. Can with fair Polly's charms compare.

But if, tho' just in thought, we fail in fact, Upon her beauteous face is fix'd

And good intention ripens not to a&, The queen of love's triumphant sway;

Weigh our design, your censure Bill defer While Cupid and the Graces mix'd

When truth's in view, 'tis glorious e'en to
Around her eyes for ever play.
Ah! why so many charms confessid,

E p I L O G V E.
In one angelick form fo fair?
Were they to wound a hopeless breast

Spoken by DESDEMONA.
Or drive the admirer to despair ?-

TRUE woman to the latt-my peroraO torture dreadful to be bore !

tion Still to behold, yet still to pine :

I come to speak in 'pight of fuffocation ; Or let me never see her more,

To show the present and the age to come, Or let the beauteous prize be mine.

We may be choak'd, but never can be dumb. Hatfield, March 12,

T. S.

Well now, methinks, I see you all run oui, 1750.

And haíte away to lady Bragwell's rout;

Each modith sentiment to hear and weigh, An Occafional PROLOGUE 10 OTHELLO,

Of those who nothing think, and all things as it was acted at Drury-Lane Theatre,

lay. by Perfons of Diflinction for ibeir Diverfion. Prudella first in parody begins. CHILE mercenary actors tread the

(For nonsense and buffoonery are twins)

" Can beaux the court for theatres exAnd hireling scribblers lash or full the age, change ?

Arar Ours be the talk t'instruct and entertain, I swear by heaven 'tis frange, 'iis polling Without one thought of glory or of gain, “ And very wliimsical, and nighty dull, Virtue's her own-from no externalcause Ard pitiful, and wond'rous pitiful : She gives, and me demands the self-ap I wish I bod not beard i--Blessed dame!" plause :

[relt bays, Whene'er the speaks, her audience with the Home to her breast she brings the hearts lamc. Heedless alike of profit, and of praise.




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Poetical ESSAY'S in MARCH, 1751. 137 Next Neddy Nicely-" Fye, O fye, good

Let lively fümmer bring his roaft,

December Harriot's beauties boat,
“ A nafty man to make his face all black." And spring his nymph preter ;
Then lady Stiffneck Mews her pious rage, The child of winter's honour'd day,
And wonders we thou'd act-upon a flage. And Clora, sweetest fow'r of May,
“Why ma'me, says Coquetilla, a disgrace? Shall yield the palm to her.
Merit in any form may fhew her face : Should goddeffes 'gain leave their skies,
In this dull age the male things ought to And bid a Paris judge the prize

[say. With more than woman's war; “ To teach them what to do, and what to He'd call earth's beauty from the thade, In short, they all with different cavils cram

With one attractive blush array'd, us,

And give the fruit to her.

Y. And only are unanimous to damn us, But still there are a fair judicious few,

On reading the following Inscription, Gin Who judge unbiass'd, and with candour

fold here, cbalked ae ibe Entrance of a view;

avery opulent Fabrick, not many 1000 Who value honesty, tho' clad in buff,

Miles from ibe Parade, And wit, tho*dress'd in an old English ruff. Behold them here- 1 beaming sense descry, Where Satan's p-s is chang'd to Shot from the living lustre of each eye.

Aterling gold. Such meaning (miles each blooming face

A femblant miracle in Rome was wrought, adorn,

When patriot Titus (mell the tribute groai. As deck the pleasure-painted brow of morn;

ADVICE from a Matron to a young Lady, And shew che person of each matchless fair,

conserning WEDLOCK. 'Tho' rich to rapture, and above compare, Is, even with all the skill of heaven defign'd,

PER you lead this, then you'll suppose,

That some new lifted lover
But an imperfect image of their mind;
While chastity unblemith'd and unbrib'd Thro' means of poetry hath chore
Adds a majefick mein that scorns to be His passion to discover.

No, fair one, I'm a matron grave,
Such we will vaunt, and only such as there,

Whom time and care hath wasted, 'Tis our ambition, and our fame to please.

Who would !hy youth from sorrow save,

Which I've in wedlock tasted.
OW happy is Damon, who feels not Thy tender air, thy chearful mein,
the smart

(fond heart; Thy temper so alluring, Of Cupid's Marp arrows, that pierce the Thy form for conquest well design'd, Whose roul's not confin'd by the setters of Gives torments past enduring ; love !


And lovers, full of hopes and fears, From which, 0 ! defend me, ye powers

Surround thy beauties daily, Young Chloe is fair as the sun at noon day,

Whilst yet, regardless of their cares, To lean on her bosom a hermit would pray;

Thy moments pass on gaily. Oft-times have I thought her immortal hy Then pass them, charmer, gailier on, birth;

[to earth.

A maiden whilft you carry ;
And that Jove sent a goddess from heav'n For, troth, your golden days are gone,

The moment that you marry.
But when I discover'd the pride of her mind,
And her temper more fickle than whistling

In courtship we are all divine,
(my eyes į

And vows and prayers ensue us ; I thank'd the kind gods, who had open'd

Darts, fames, and tears adorn our shiine, And praised my friend Damon, and vow'd

And artfully men woo us.
I'd be wise.

Then who'd the darling power forego,
The 16th of February, being the Birth Day

Which ignorance has given ; of Mrs. C. D.

To ease them of eternal woe MILE, happy day, with charms im. Muft we relign our heaven ? prov'd,

No, marriage lets the vizard fall, From thee be ever far remov'd,

Then cease they to adore us ; The winter of the year ;

The goddess links to housewife Moll, Bid ocean roll a silver tide,

And they reign cyrants o'er us. Bid stormy Boreas' rage subside,

Then let no man impression make
And all be calm and fair.

Upon thy heart so tender,
Bid the stream murmur, Zephyr blow, Or play the fool, for pity's lake,
Bid Phoebus (mile, and Britain know

Thy quiet to surrender.
A day, his fav'rice ine;

Lead apes in hell! there's no such things Bd the plum'd choir to raise their lays,

Thore tales are made to toolus, And nature pleas'd all sing thy praise, Tho' there we had hetter bold a Aring, Tis Celia claims their smile,

Then here let monkeys rule us. arch, 17545




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