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Poetical Essays in M AY, 1751.


Occafonal Verses on the ROYAL FAMILY.

Pro aris et focis.
Upon tbe KING,

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je miferis, Supplices fido Lare

Sen. Medea.
EHOLD, ye Britons, here great

George's hand,
Preparing future blessings for the land;
Councils he now consulis, now passes laws, ,
Careful and anxious for the publick cause.
Behold him there employ'd in private

Now kiss the children, now caress the wife ;
Alis! no wife! yet fce, the widow'd fair
Has found a husband's in a father's care,
This fight a pleafing doubi in all muft

[praise :
Which most, the monarch, or the man, to
But wh! a subje&t's wishes cannot fave
Even kings, (as 'kings are mortals) from the

Yet we this with, with grateful voice, may
Late die the mortal, and long live the


Late Prince of Wales.
Pallida mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum ia.

Regumque rurres.

s Frederick dead? or false are all our

Alas! those folded arms, those falling tears,
Thore rising fighs, all, all, declare too well,
What the sus prize-Aruck tongues want

THo the grass,


Prince of WALES,
Flos delibatus populi.
HIS flower of Britain in its bud fur

Kneel, all ye Britons, all united pray,
That health may bless the royal grandfire's

And length of life this tender plant to raise,
That long the royal mother's watchful eye
May, like thesun, its chearing power supply,
To guard his youth, from the infectious

Or blighting fickness, or of blasting death;
Till nature him in full-blown beauty shows
The glory of the garden where he grows.

Upon be DUKE,
Addrefi'd 10 sbe unknown Autbor of Ibe

ma seandalous Libel, that was burnt ar

Westminster. (See p. 43, 90.)
-Nil bomine terra pejus ingrato treat

Aulonius, 1HOU snake that ly'st conceal'd beneath ,

(pals, Under what name foe'er thou ought it to A sneaking foe, or an igrateful friend, Offend they both, tho' not alike offend ; The first we may despise, as in the night, The villagecur that yelps, but dares not bite; But if the last, how swells each Britih

breast, Not to despise thee, wretch! but to detent! Can'st thou forget! whilft stun'd thy country'stood,

(good Who was the champion for thy country's Who led those soldiers, at the nation's call, Which bravely lost their lives, to save our Our faith, our freedom, which with pride

We own, The Brunswick race to bless the British throne,

[did pant, Our darling wealth, for which eich heart Our wives from beggary, and our babes from want ;

[itrile, Sav'd thee, ungrateful ferpent, 'midnt the To fting that breast, which cherish'd thee

to life.
Upon sbe Younger Branches of tbe ROYAL

1, decus, 1, noffrum

HE careful gard'ner, with unceiling

toil, Thick sets with tender plants his fruitful When grown, transplants the labours of his hand,

[land. Some here, some there, around his native

Thus may this ifle benursery of the world! May various nations, with thoir fails unfurid,


power to tell.


Adieu ! lamented prince ! tho' few thy

(praise ;
This fighi, that tells the tidings, tells thy
A w dow's sigh, a child's, a servant's tear,
O prince ! are panegyricks molt fincere.
These, these mall latt, tho' publick praise,

that fies
Like was’ry bubbles blown into the skies,
(Too oft a people's pastime for a day,1
Should burstics ball, and melt in air away,

BENE graced,

[placa; THE Colin


Upin Ibe Princess Dowager of Wales.
Nobilitas fola eft atque unica virtus, Juv.
ENEATH one roof, by art with beauty

The heathen gods of antient Rome were
In Britain, thus, within one royal breast,
By nature grac'd, all chriftian virtues rest :
Alike in this ; but 'tis a Briton's pride,
To say they're far unlike in ought befide ;
For, o ! each virtue, which to her is given,
Is more divine than all their heft of heaven.


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Poetical Essays in MAY, 1751. Transport these flow'rs, which on this land Enough to grief you have resign'd your have grown!

Proud to transplant 'em early on their own. Denying nature her just claim to rest :
Then, whilst each British rose, in bluthes By the lov'd obje&, fill you sorrowing

Some prince shall gather to adorn his breast, AU disregardful of your present state :
The paler rose with them (hall fear to vie, Watch'd thro' the doleful hours ;-with
And France's jealous lilies droop and die. streaming eyes,

And vows inceffant, importun'd the skies;

When all that could from destiny be gain'd,
To my MUS E.

Your unexampl'd piety obtain'd,

A glimpse of hope, that even fate would 1, fuge, fed poleras Putius else demi. Martial.

(pare ;


Vain hope, indeed! for when does fate O forth, my muse! and if, by chance,

He links, -whild you, unterrify'd by

death, The peevith criticks are to Incer inclin'd,

Hang on his lips, and catch his latest breath. Tell'em I ne'er was on Parnassus bred,

Ye fair, who near the weeping princess But write to thew my heart, and not my


Pensive attendants on funereal ftate ; Tell 'em, that you're no fister of the Nine,

And chiefly you ! delight of Moenai's But, yet, can boast a birth that's more

Thore !

(plore ; [tion öre,

Whose absence Mona's hills and vales de That you, whilft they the bards with fica

Use all endearing tenderness, and find Me, me, an artless swain, with truth in

Each gentle art to re-compore her mind : spire.

Sooth every heart-felt pang, and bring re..

To be Royal HIGHNESS, ebe Princess With all the softest elegance of grief :
Dowager of Wales,

For you, with fighs, may her lad fighs re-
-Non bæc fime numine Dirúm

Eveniunt :
:lonics dile&ti pelle dolores

And own your mistress has full cause to

Yet, then intreat her to regard our fears, Conjugis, et Prolie ferus communis amorem,


Spare her priz'd health, and not increase
THEN weeping royalty thro' clouds

[lears, In Wallia Principem nuper defun&tum. And you, great princess! now diffolve in

vo, Frederico, fugis, noftri pars 'Tis universal grief ;-and all would Mhow

optima, princeps, Participation in the important woe.

Inter fidereos conspiciende choros ? Whilst others lenient, gentle methods u'e, Lugemus tristes trili tua funera vultu, Accept the endeavours of an humble Afpicimus, cupimus participare rogum, mure,

O mors ! fævities sub pectore canta lateret ?
Who fighs for you, and wishes, in her Nos fimul (heu !) miseros, hunc feri.
[doms mourn.
endo, feris.

That Proke to soften, which whole king.
With cause, indeed, you grieve ; with To be Memory of LAURENCE COSTIR,
weighty cause

a Native of Harlem in Holland, for Lament hard fate's inexorable laws :

Inventor of ibe myllerisus Art of Printing, For now the partner of your joys and cares,

Anno 1420. No more survives, no more your converse HOU learn'd inventor of that curious shares ;


(the heart, Exists no more, to grace his court, and bless Which with true wisdom's phyfick cures Spouse, offspring, friends, with solid hap. All hail when thick ning darkness threaten'd piness ; [frowns, all,

[ball; To heighten fortune's siniles, t'allay her Thou fill'dnt with fplendor the benighted Freed from the crowds, that, cringing, Drov'it far the Mades, which dulners would wait on crowns,

have spread,

(head: What mutual tenderness your bosoms And mad'Ai fair learning rear her laurell'd sway'd,

(bey'd ! All hail to thee ! whose quick unbounded
When both, when neither, govern'd or o. mind
You, royal pair! compleadly blest could Cou'd for a second chaos order find.

The Grecian mures, but for thy kind aid,
The exalted bliss of pure connubial love ; Had Number'd, known to few, in claffick
Which long, in all, will admiration raise.
O! would all imitale! as well as praise.

The firait wbicb jeparates Angles (Mons) from Caernarvorfoire,

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Poetical Es's A Ýs in MAY, 1751. 231 Monkith fupiness, and illiterate pride, She footh'd her tender young with stifled Had wrapt in gloom the wretched world

groan, beside :

[tkill, And chid their forrows, and betray'd her Thou frustrate mad'st the necromancers Then fudden to requester'd shades withdrew, And open'df knowledge to th' industrious Where mixing cypress meets the mournful will.


May round thy tomb the muses Ging their Each blast was hush'd, the vocal forest rept,
And give to thy immorral merit praise ! And Philomel sat filent while the wept.
What pity Homer had for ever Dept, " Here then at leaft fhall forrow low its
In some dull convent, or a casket kept,


[tears ; That Virgil, Horace, had by few been Ye dearest pledges, guildless of your read,

(head :

Far utter'd, far from you, the sounds
And Scholiafts broke recure old Priscian's Mall die,
Yet this had been-hadit thou ne'er seen Nor grief infect you with a mother's figh;
the light,

Ye bowers alone be partners of my woe,
And all been wrapp'd in one Saturnian

Now all uncultur'd tall your branches

grow ;

Thou faid'it, Let order be-and all was The bramble now and pointed thorn
Then superstition check'd her artful lore, And thistle rude will fret your tender rind;
Priests modest grew, monks fabulous no And thistles too my budding vines may
more :
(throne, wound,

(unbound, Fair truth regain!d her antient radiant

Now from their fond support by storms
And knäves and ignorance exploded mourn.

Like you of culture and of care hereft,
No gard'ner with the little nurllings left,

No loving cautious hand to guide their


(youth. By sbe Reo, Samuel Pullein, A. M. of

And prune, and prop, the tender branch of Trinity College, Dublin.

Ye birds that lonely wander ihro' the grove,
Illum aliam laurus, illum flevere myricæ. Haply like me ye mourn your ravishd

Virg. Eclog.


No more thall he return with ev'ning
OERIS and Thyrsus, who at early Hang o'er the nest and kiss his callow

Were wont to join their flocks upon the lawn, No longer sooth your neep, at setting day,
And chearful o'èr the dewy herbage stray, With notes love-labour'd from the neigh-
And fing or chat, and view their lambkins b'ring spray :


In vain ye watch, and think his absence Now, late at eve, beneath an antient oak, Alas ! the spoiler's hand hath quench'd his Whole writhen boughs had felt the stormy song.

(wrench'd, stroke,

O love from my embrace thus rudely
Met, filent long with heart oppressing pain, How is my bliss in one sad moment quench'd!
Till Thyrsus first bespoke his tellow-swain. With thee rejoic'd the sprightly morn arore,
Why thus o'erclouded? We that wont And sweet with thee was ev'ning's genile
to meet

close :
With joyful looks of (alutation sweet ; Thy rong was softer than the linnet's lay,
O vain demand! I read the sad reply Thy voice like Zephyr when he breathes on
Too plain, alas ! too certain in thine eye ;

May ;
One fate, one mutual loss, we both deplore, Thy converse milder than the cool retreat,
O fears fulfillid ! Valesus is no more.

That wont to made us in the noon-tide
Valesus is no more, the swain reply'd.

heat :

[notic'd feet, With him the spring hath lost his wonced Now morn, and eve, and noon, un. pride ;

A heap of time, depriv'd of ev'ry sweet, The primrose witbers e'er its bloomis spread, Now shall I see the pledges of our love, Narcissus humbler hangs his drooping head; A fock unfenc'd chro' pachless desarts rove; Thc fick'ning sun negle&ts his famiAild Their Mepherd gone, Like frighted lambs flowers,

(low'rs : they shake, With Cable brow the forrowing welkin And dread the wolf in ev'ry rustling brake; Weep on, ye fields, nor let your tears be Haste, my Valesus, hasten to thy charge, dry'd

(pride ; Night cames apace and foxes roam at large; By chearing luns, nor wear your vernal Come, house thy fiv'ring young from midBe clad, ye skies, till wint'ry age returns, night bleak,

(weak, In mournful fable, for Valesa mourns. The spring is tardy, and thy lambkins Ah, Thyrsus, had you seen the widow'd Frightful of late the nothern blasts have fair,

(tear, howl'd, When, as her bosom caught the filent Their infant fleeces ill defend the cold


MOER dawn

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Poetical ESSAYS in MAY, 1751.
Ah me! thyself art colder still than they, Awake, or if thy forrows call for reft,
Dark is thy lodging, and thy bed of clay." Smile as chou Neep'it, and be in visions
While, all desponding, thus the figh'd her bleft.


And mix'd her grief with ev'ning's dewy Prophetick be thy lips, prophetick sure,
The fickly moon from yonder mountain's So light my bosom drinks their lenient cure;

The streams of life with wonted vigour
O'er her pale cheek a paler Sadness spread; glide,
The hollow-breathing groves return'd her And the glad heart receives a warmer tide;

[eyes; But come, while gentle dreams their pinions
The wat'ry Pleiads clos'd their weeping spread
Lull'd by her plaints the feather'd warblers With soft refreshment o'er Valefa's head;

[wept. Fond let us walk her sacred manfion round, And mournful in their dreams responsive And distant banith each unhallow'd round; THYRSUS.

Renew'd with her the smiling hours shall Enough, my Maris, cease thy moving rise,

(eyes. Atrain,

And catch their brightest omens from her Valesa's grief is (har'd hy ev'ry lwain ;

Ib. WISM ; by a Gentlemen in tbe East-In. Ost in these vales each thepherd Mall re

dies, 1950 cord

[lord ;

H, once again, ye gentle gales,
The looks benign, the bounties of their
Could sorrow fow compassion in the tomb,

To where Dorinda glads the dales,
And make the blafted grals of life to bloom,

Oh once more waft me o'e:. Each bolom Mhould with pray’rs unweary'd

There circl'd in the fair one's arms, sigh, And tears incessant flow from ev'ry eye :

. - My heart wou'd be at reft,

Secure of peace; and all that charms But dews fink fruitless in the burning sand,

Or calms the troubl'd breaft. Clouds moisten all in vain the briny strand;

But why this with ?-'tis fond, 'tis vain, The river-water'd rock go pasture bears,

Since here I range the grove ; Nor yields the grave a harvest to our tears.

Self-banith'd from Britannia's plain, Raise chen to better hopes your languid eyes,

And from the fair I love. A ray bursts on me through the table skies!

Yet hear, kind hear'n, and grant me this, Behold Valesus' fire, in arms renown'd,

How, hapless e'er my fate ; Vig'rous in age, with recent trophies

May health, and each transcendent bliss, crown'd,

Still on my charmer wait.
Stretching to fame beyond the narrow span
That erst was deem'd to bound the reach On ibe Arcbbishop of CANTERBURY'S
of man;

preacbing & Charity Sermon at BowBeneath the conduct of his arm fhall rise Church, or ehe 281b of April laft.

OETS are thought to fable, when they
With equal ardour tread the paths of fame,
And Mare alike his glory and his name. How Orpheus soften'd the grim god of hell;
Behold the hero catch each kindred blaze, How life to things inanimate was lcnt,'
His grandire's splendor, and his uncle's How the groves nodded, and the rocks

were rent:

[bold; From mild Valefa mine with softer fire, But ceale:--no longer think fuch tales too And kindle ev'ry star that grac!d his fire. Lo! the like wonder in our days behold. To gild his rifing fame with carly ligh', Mark where, with looks serene, the The changing year revolves with Twister prelate stands,

(mands ; flight,

And deep attention from the crowd de-
The rapid months in other order run, Such tuneful periods flowing from his tongue,
And time impatient gains upon the sun, His words so nervous, and his sense fo strong;
I see the youth begin his glorious race, Such eloquence, with such devotion join'd,
Triumphal shows each rising annal grace ; Awes ev'ry soul, and rules o'er ev'ry mind.
Lo! victory before his chariot fies, Swift to each breast the spark of virtue flies,
Breathless beneath its wheels rebellion lies ; And with the preacher ev'ry hearer vies ;
Afræa guides it with her virgin-hand; Pants with his fire, with all his ardour
Peace wreaths his laurels round her olive glows,

And glories in the rapture as it grows.
The horn of plenty fows ; the muses smile; What wonder, that he melts the human
And watted sweets reach ev'ry British ine;

[had made kind? Her floods, her thores, her echoing hills And warms thore brealis, which nature rejoice,

The catching ray of pity finks so deep, Awake, Valesa, hear Britannia's voice ; That the stones forten, and the pillarsweep".

THE This a&ually bappen'd; for the crowd in ibe cburcb was so great, that the pillars flood full of warry drops,

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HE following is such a me.
Jancholy instance of the

pernicious tendency and T

dismal effect of superstition, that we could not

omit it. Èxiraat of a letter from Tring in Hertford

mire, April 24. A person who keeps a publick house had given out, that he was bewiched by one Olborne and his wise, of Long Maríton (inoffensive people, near 70 years of age) and had it cried at several market towns, that they were to be tried by ducking on such a day; when, about noon, a great concourse of people, to the number of 5000, appeared in the town. The officers of the parish had privately removed the poor old couple in the dead time of the night into the church, as a place of safety. The mob demanded these unhappy wretches at the workhouse, but on being acquainted they were not there, they pulled down the pales and walls, broke all the windows, and demolithed a part of the house: After searching the chimnies and ceilings without effect, they seized the governor, hawled him down to the stream, and declared they would drown him, and fire the whole town, unless they delivered these poor creatures into their hands. The mob ran up and down with Araw in their hands, and were going to put their threats in execution, had they not found the two unhappy persons, who were concealed in the veftry room at the end of the church : They immediately se zed there miferable creatures, stripped them fark naked, tied their thumbs to their coes, dragged them two miles in this shameful manner, and threw them into a muddy stream. After much ducking and ill usage, the poor old woman was thrown quite naked on the bank, almost choaked with mud, and expired in a few minutes, being kicked and beat with sticks even after the was dead; and the poor man lies dangerously ill of the bruises he received. To add to their barbarity, they put the dead witch (as they called her) in hed with her husband, and tied them together.

We were afterwards informed from the fame place, that Joseph Atkinson, Esq; c roner for Hertfordihire, with a jury of 12 principal gentlemen of the county, sal on the body of this poor woman, Mary Osborne, and brought in theis verdict wila

ful murder, against the following perfons, viz. Thomas Mason, William Myall, Richard Grice, Richard Wadley, James Proudham, John Sprouting, John May, Adam Curling, and Francis Meadows, be. fides 20 others whufe names are unknown. And that foon after James Osborne, her husband, died of tlie cruel treatment he received at the same time, as a supposed wie zard, by the above barbarous wretcbes.

The joint address of both houses in an. swer to his majesty's message concerning a regency, as mentioned in our last, p. 183, was presented with the following ceremonies : His majesty being feated in his chait of state under the canopy, in the great ballroom, with his royal Highness the prince of Wales standing on his right hand, and the duke of Cumberland on his left, the lord chancellor and the speaker of the house of commons, attended by several members of both houses, presented it to his majesty, each of them having hold of it. The lord chancellor read it, and when he named the house of lords, made a low obeisance, as did the speaker, when the house of commons was named.

FRIDAY, May 3. , Was held the annu feast of the stewards of the fons of the clergy, at Merchant-Taylors hall, where were present the archbishop of Canterbury, several bishops, the lord chief justice Willes, judge Burnet, and other persons of dilin&ion. The collecti, on at the rehearsal of the musick at St. Paul's the Tuesday before, at the same church where a sermon was preached on this day, and at the hall after dinner, da mounted in all to 1140 1. 16 s. a larger sum than had been collected for this excellent charity in any preceding year.

SATURDAY, 4. At a general court of the society of the Free Britim Fishery, at Mercers-hall, hiş royal highness Gcorge prince of Wales was unanimously elected governor, in the roomma of the lare prince his father, and I hey came to a resolution of opening the subscription books of the society forihwith,

MONDAY, 6. There fell a severe storm of hail, attendo éd with thunder, fome of the stones mea. suring an inch and a half round, which did great damage to the gardens about town.

TUESDAY, 7. William Chelebden, Esq; one of the go. vernors of the Foundling hospital, sent a


May, 1751.

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