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school, that invaded New-Providence, officers commanding the King's forces furprized the Spanish armed vessels, in- in that province. He was almost conretted a fort defended by seventy pieces stantly on service, and always displayed of cannon, and after a few days liege an intrepidity and alertness rarely excompelled the garrison, consisting of ceeded." Some time before Charlesmore than five hundred Spanish re- Town was abandoned by our troops, gulars, to surrender. Such a groupe of he was raised to the rank of Major. lingular circumstances at once challenge He accompanied that part of the troops our wonder and applause, and excite a that went to St. Augustine. All further curiosity to know something more about hostilities against the rebels being interthe commander of the expedition. We dicted by the resolution of the House are happy in having it in our power to of Commons, Deveaux tumed his atlay before our readers the following tention towards the Spanish settlements particulars from good authority:- in West-Florida, and the Bahamas.

Colonel Deveaux is a native of South The little remains of his shattered for. Carolina. His ancestors were Hugo- tune, and all that he could raise on his nots, whom the revocation of the Edict credit were embarked in this expediof Nantz compelled to leave their na- tion, in which he did not receive any tive country. With many more per- aslistance or even countenance from the fons of the same description, they fought civil or military officers in East-Florida. an asylum in the wilds of South Caro- He had once determined to go against lina.' It is a little fingular, that, from Pensacola, in the capture of which two of the descendants of these per- from us, the French and Spaniards, two fecuted people, the House of Bourbon years before, employed eleven fail of have experienced severe and mortifying the line, a number of frigates and galstrokes. France, from Mr. Dupré, in lies, and upwards of 10,000 land forces. the East-Indies, in the war before laft, The Spanish garrison had suffered much and Spain, from Colonel Deveaux in from fickness, and the continual alarms the late one. In 1779 when General they were under from the neighbouring Prevoft made a sudden eruption into Indians. Providence being much near. Carolina, Mr. Andrew Deveaux and er, induced him to direct his course his son, our gallant youth, joined the thither, and success rewarded his unroyal army,and, in every subsequent ftage dertaking. of the late unhappy contest, uniformly It is to be regretted that the furand steadily adhered to the cause of render was made a few days after Britain; young Deveaux obtained a the time appointed by the Prelimisubaltern commission in a Provincial nary Articles for the cessation of hofti. regiment, and soon arrived at the rank lities in these parts. This country, of captain. In 1780, when South Ca- however, will not allow Deveaux to rolina was recovered, his remarkable be ruined by his zeal and unwearied activity and zeal recommended him to the attachment to her intereft.

Α Ν Ε C D Ο Τ Ε. URING Queen Elizabeth's refi- the officers, that her Majesty had de.

termined the remove should not take sent for to remove part of her Majes- place: at which the carter, clapping ty's wardrobe: he accordingly attend his hand on his thigh, faid, “ Now I ed with his cart, but was told to come see that the Queen is a woman as well as another time: he attended a second my wife!Being overheard by her time to as little purpose as before, be- Majesty, she exclaimed, “What a riding again put off to a third period. lain is this!" and so sent him three ar. Having driven his cart to the castle for gels to stop his mouth. the third time, he was informed by


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Ρ Ο Ε Τ R Υ.

Thce by gracious heaven defign'd,
Spoken at the opening of the LYCEUM, at To foothie the sorrows of mankind,
MADRAS, August 4, 1782.

Thee in borsers of bliss above, . TO Grecia’s fons, while freedom spread her Virtue bore to gentle Love.

Love charms,

gave thee the engaging air, And rous'd each ling'ring votary to arms;

That mitigates the brow of care: The hoft of Alia, o'er the Euxine ttrait,

The affections that in secret glow; Broke like a food, and pour'd refutlets tate :

And tears that sympathetic flow. No force could check it, and no bar withitand,

Virtue gave thee force of mind, Down funk Thermopyla's devoted band--

That leaves the selfish cares behind, The lack of Athens spoke the Grecian doom,

And truth and fpirit to defpise And art and science fear'd a common tomb.

Fortune and her changeful skies.
Heaven interpos'd_soon blew the tempelt o’er, Where infamy and forrow lour,

Ne'er in Vice's painted bowery
And left the wreck of grandeur on the thore;
At freedom's call returns the power of taite,

And prepare the venom'd dart,
Refumes her labours, and repairs the waste.

To cleave the unsutpecting heart, On Pindus' top defcend the awarding nine,

Goddess of the smile serene, And chaplets fresh fur favour'd heroes twine;

Is thy genuine aspect seen. Its umbrage brown Lyceum's fhade regains,

Yet, with counterfeited bloom, And breathes the Majesty of Attic ttrains:

Cunning would thy form aflumes His just reward, there, conscious, meets the brave, And with blandithment and song, On land who triumph'd, or who rul'd the wave:

Would delude the witcfs throng.

But if Fortune frown and leave
Thence takes the palm at Salamis he won,
Or lives, immortal lives! by Marathon.

Thote, who honour'd her, to grieve,
How like the pi&ture to the present time!

Careless of their tears and tighs, The age tho' diftant, tho'oppos'd the clime. The persidious traitor fies. With barbarous rage fell Heider leads his bands. So the clouds of floating gold, And empties kingdoms on our groaning lands.

Round descending Phæbus roll's,

Blaze with his effulgent ray,
His strength to wither, Britain's standards fly,
Her navy triumphs o'er his Greek ally: [praise, And promise to prolong the day;
And Hughes and Coote have fnatch'd a splendid Vain promite! he declines; and lo!
But known to Spartan and Athenian days:

In the Table garb of woe,
9, give it rout, kind Heaven! wide let it spread, The fen-barn vapors trown and lour,
Till ruin cruth this modern Xerxes' head.

And deepen e'en the midnight hour.

But in her filver chariot roli'd,
Amid this itrite, on what shall Wit rely?
Where Taile refort, or Sentiment apply?

Riting beyond that hill, behold!
No itage is left to feed the poet's fiame,

Cynthia with reviving light, From fancy's mines to spring the actor's fame:

Gilds the canopy of night: The muses hills the ruthleis axe invades,

See, beneath the lucid beams, And leaves no music where it leaves no fhades;

How the winding river gleams, No lips the fount of Aganippe talte,

And the trav'ler speeds his way, Save thote, inhuman, that frequent the wafte.

Bless'd with the propitious ray. la grove and vallies, pregnant once with long,

Mildly-pleasing beains! that shine Silence pretides, or owls discordant throng:

Like that gente eye of thine, War, gothic war! the glimmering light denies,

Friendlip! when divinely fair,

Thou would smile away despair.
That leaming scatter'd thro' our orient skics.
Should then fome bolder minds their view pro- Wiit thou intoxicate the brain;

Nor yet with fatt'ring words and yain, claim, To blow the dying embers into flame;

Nor those who in thy truth confide, With Wit's remains to make one glorious stand,

Betray to vanity or pride. And from unletter'd darknets lineid ine land:

'Thy counsels vindicate the soul, In this retreat a new Lyceum found,

Fiom paflion's tyrannous controul: And court each mule to tread the fabled ground:

And th' iogenuous heart retine, Tho' vain the vision, though remote the end,

And promote the great design. The Wise ihall hail it, and the Fair befriend;

O friendthip, hait chouwing'd thy flight,

Indignant to the realms of light?
To beauty's sun fome Rulous homage pay,
And Shakspeare thoot beneath the toitering ray;

Banish'd by strile and hate and spleen, Nor Ben, nor Congre:e, tiom the scene retrain,

Wilt thou no more on earth be seen? Nor old Anacreon, with his Chian strain;

Gladen'd by the festive lay, Mirch, mix'd with wisdoni, thali affert her rule,

The associate of the young and gay,
And love enlighten Aristotle's school.

Shall we not see thy forin advance
Graceful in the joyous dance?

Ah! that animated youth,
HYMN TO FRIENDSHIP. Should ever alien be to truth;
TRIENDSHIP, at thy facred Shrine, And strive so little to atluage
Let me feel thy fame divine :

Pallion's dilingenuous rage! And the votive song inspire,

But lure the muses tuneful choir While to thee I tune iny lyre.

Glow with thine cxtatic fire:

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In the scientific cell,

I breakfast, I dine, and I sup--what of that?
Friendihip will with knowledge dwell.

No laughing, no punning, no mulick, no chat.
Why will not the botoin fir'd

What are days without humour, or frolick, or jest,
With love of science, or inspir'd

Why faith but a humdrum exiitence at best.
By fancy, wean'd from envious hate,

Then learn from your husband, your father, this
Jealousies, and four debate,

Čait narrow felfithness and pride,

Be wise in due feafon, in season a fool;
Conceit, and arrogance afide,

For he that would rigidly always be wise
And, from painful rancour tree,

Is fit to inhabit, not earth, but the skies.
Yield, genile Ipirit, yield to thee?

Perchance you expect, now, that I should amuse
Far froin bitterness and ftrite,


[shoe. And envy, bane of social lifc,

With news—fo I will that doth pinch like a new Say, on what pacific plains,

For those that are out of the stocks, Lord, what Art thou ador'd by simple swains?

luck it's!

{buckets. Too oft, alas! the woodland wild,

The funds and thermometer move like two By venom'à calumny debilid,

The latt creeps to Heaven, portending loud And the peasant's lone retreat,

thunder; Harbour rancour and deceit.

The first to the devil, portending loud wonder. Where thall I find thee, lovely maid, Such, such, are the fruits of our blunder on In thine azure robe array'd,

blunder! Crown'd with myitle ever-green,

But to things of importance let's now change Siniling, gentle, and ferene?

the scene: X. Your cats are both breeding, and so is the Queen. Your hen hath produced you eleven, fine

chickens EPIST LE, 1.


From thirteen eggs set, and old Mary with
From a Gentieman to his Lady and Daughter. Will surely provide them, the says, please the

OU know I have always been fond of time-

[thaving. If ladies from every thirteen brought eleven
That none may be lost, I will write whilit I'm Sure earth would not hold them- I wonder would
A man that writes verse, whilst his thoughts are a Heaven.

The last and best news yet remains o impart,
Has intervals frequent of musing and scratching: Your boy at the Charter. House, boy or your heart,
Then why should not 1, like that haver Old Time, is in health and good spirits--Gód thield him
Take my fcythe in my hand whilft I wait for a from vice!

[him twice, rhyme,

And I doubt not his fortune: I've hear'd from
And mow my gray beard; for the women allsay, Remeinber me kindly, in verse or in prole,
As they did to Anacreon, how you grow gray!

To C-s, Vakes's, T-ks, and H--ys’s,
I answer, and shrug, Every dog has his day,

and those
And I have had inine; but, alas! 'tis all o'er! Who ask after the Doctor-and so here I close.
What can you expect from a man of threescore?
That I, who, like Jove, am your hulband and

You think, when we parted, should weeping retire.

ITI me 'tis a rule no misfortune to
No, no, my good angel, for once you're mistaken;

I call'd for oid Mary, and bade her cut bacon; Until, looking up, I perceive it so near
The garden, Isaid, thould supply her with beans: As to hit me a palpable box on the ear;
Good eating and drinking are still the best means For nothing to folly's a nearer relation
Tofmother tine feclings and theathe poignantgrief, Than feeling misfortunes by anticipation :
So I ate and I drank, and I found some relief. The bishop will tell you--nay, so would a Soph,
The table uncover’d-what then?--Did I weep? Sufficient's the day for the evil thereot.
With thame be it spoken-I fell taft alleep. What, though the young urchin has brought me
Old Kent in the stocks, you remember it well,

no letier,
How some time he whistled, and then asleep fell; I say, with Candide, it is all for the better.
Sol, though not loaded with grieflike old Kent, I have heard from my nurse-I remember it hill,
Some une Ipentin tieeping, in fiddling some spent. That no news is good news; fo, say what they will,
la hdilling! ah! why did I touch on that string? I'm refolv'd to believe, that, in cabin or house,
My Harriet isgune! who for me shall now sing? You are fnug, and as fafe, as in Pomfret a louse.
Oriouthe me with Jackson, or Old Robin Gray, If virtue and innocence (Turely they are!)
And chear me with Abel, now Harriet's away. Be aweful to men, and of angels the care,
Old Norman, and Kirk man, and Steiner, all three, Whatharm, guarded thus, can befa!! you, I wonder,
Gonow where ye liit, ye arc useless to me. Though lightening, red lightening, thould Haih,
My Helen too gone! for they read it between 'em, and loud thunder
St. James's who now shall read for me poi coenam. May roure the pale guilty, and bristle th.cir hair,
I smoke a dull pipe, then go lonefome to bed, You're safe; for your every thought is a a prayer.
My Heien, alas! my kind Helen is tied. Old Nept:ine, I ween, is too gallant a God,
I fear no hobgoblin, no robber, no spright; Not, amidithis * Sprat-pickling, to increanod,
Yet, what is a man without wife in the night? To the nereids, a fignal to cease eheit ride tolling
I wake in the inorning and find the's away, And flirting and flouncing, whilat laätes are cro.
Then itart from my pillow, for why thould I ftay? fing.
Lond. Mas. Aug. 1783.


And * Vide Cotton's Virgal Travesty.





And now for the news—but, before I begin, Often as Cynthia's virgin light
If, perchance, you Should see my good lord of Ilumnes the gloomy void of night,

(less in- What time her filver-axled car
In two words you may tell him—you can't say it Rolls smoothly on the floor of heav'n;
His son sends his duty, and begs for his blessing.. Or when the sober-suited even
Then tell him-I'm sure you may tell him with Unmandes her attending itar;

Remote from noite, and tolly's child,
I think on, with rapture, the days of our youth; Loud Riot; in thy woodland wild,
When, Iportive, we toy'd with the frolicksome Some chosen Gifter of the nine,

Deals thee her melody divine.
With Virgil, and Horace, and Homer divine;
With mutick and George, with balloon, and

Invok'd by ev'ry solemn strain,

That flow'd on Mona's hallow'd plain, good wine. But if he should ask you, when you came away

Or by the Meinai's myftic shore What then was the credited news of the day?

Where, bending from the cavern'd glade,

The oak with venerable Thade
Why tell him, fince Foxes and Geefe have united,
The Bulls and the Bears are most horribly frighted:

Shelter'd the musing druid hoar;
Portend what it may, God avert the great evil!

By those alluring notes of woe, The index of wealth is gone down to the devil.

That, while the tears of pity flow, And if, in discourse, he ihould say, “ After all,

The foul with pentive pleafure bless, Of this kingdom, what cause is allign’d for the Admit me to thy calm recess. fall?"

Y. I'd have you to whisper it soft in his ear, As Mantua was once to Cremona too near

EPITAPH On P. F. Esq. I with not at Scotland to rail or to scott- [off! Quis desiderio fit pudor, aut modus, But I wish to the Lord 'were ten thousand miles

Tam chari capitis ?

Hor. If news more domestick he alk, you may tell

breath, , That he lives, like a man, every day of his life.

When laurel'd heroes seek the shades of death, The urchin, God bless him! has brought me a

Their every action penfion'd bards rehearse !

What clime but ecchoes with their venal verse ? letter, So full of good tidings, it could not be better. And shall not virtue claim the heart-felt righ? Thank Heaven I know you got safe to the head! Shall truth, shall honour, unlamented die? The clock has struck twelve, fo l'll haften to bed, No---every mufe must weep at Far's end : And dream of your welfare until it be day, The kindeft father, and sincereit triend. God bless and protect you! 'tis all I can say.

Let not thy manes, sacred shade! refuse,

The unbought tribute of an honest muse; ADDRESS TO MEDITATION. Who scorns to flatter, and who alks no fame, () more by stormy passion toft,

But this--to join with F -r's praise, his name.

R. (. My weary soul returns to reft: Too long th' impatient rover itray'd,

PROLOGUE And gentle peace too long delay'd

To the Tragedy of CATO, acted at Mr. Mac. To smile on any distracted brealt.

tarian's School at Walthamitow. Solitude, conduct my feet,

Spoken by Mr. STEWART,
To that unenvied calm retreat,
Where Meditation, nymph serene,

And written by Mr. MACFARLAN. Dwells in the woodland wild unteen.

Fall the arts which this inventive age Thou lover of the lonely vale,

Not one appears a greater favourite grown
Thou meek-ey'd Meditation hail!
With thee, mild 1pirit, let me stay;

Than lecturing --lecturing now's become the iutie

la Hyinen's temple its full power prevails And listen to thy converse pure;

In double meanings, Imutty jetts, and tales: While no intrusive thoughts allure

It thews in region higher whence and what My footitep from thy penfive way.

The wond'rous tail of Katterteltu's cat; 0, may thy native charms impart

And with rare ikill and nicenels afcenias Rapture to my consenting heart:

The eels a drop of vinegar contains. And guide my inexperienc'd youth,

May 1 for once without presumption dare To Wisdom, elder-born of Truth.

The mode adopt and take the Lecturer's chair? Cloth'd in the raiment of the sky,

(Tukes the chair.) When Wisdom left her throne on high,

Doctors there


whose stiff-neck'd zeal maille To lojourn for a time below:


(itrains; And with exhilerating rays,

Schools Thould act none but Greek and Latin Detecteu Error's Howery maze,

Cold tragic scenes, in which no intereit warms, That leads w the abyss of woe;

And comic, where nor wit nor spirit charms. With theo, vale or woody glade,

In other walk, howe'er the ancients thone, The holy stranger otten itray'd;

Sure the drainatic art is all our own, And, listening to thy placid lore,

Whence is it men, who Christians are by trade, Improv'd her beatitic store.

Should thus embrace such an unchrittian creed,

And, * See Virgil's Eclogues.

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And, to the Gospel while they all advise, Full of assurance and true Epic taste,
The Heathens only reckon good and wife? Their bards at once to the main subject hate :
Ladies, what's wort of all, this monkith tribe Conscious their child they can't themselves sup-
By their vile Greek and Latin you proscribe ;

For staunch good Protestant reformers grown, They to the public charity resort;
You will not litten to a tongue unknown. As to the Foundling beaux send brats with you,
Yet, 'twixt ourlelves, few men are connoisseurs; And petit-maitres to the Hotel-Dieu.
Their claffic skill is not much more than yours. But, tive long acts too short to vent your spleen,
Would you not stare, in elegiac line

You teaze your bards with an extraneous scene. Ne'er heard by Rome in Prologues, thould I whine? Your worship's favour, humbly once bespoke, Dulcius an quidquam eft auri, modo barbara non fit, is not secur'd without a clinching joke.

Quam suni bexametri pentametrique modi? Why thus so thamefully profuse of verle In prologis cer!e monachis placuere vetuftis; When every subject's crite and wit so scarce? Ad fornnos faciunt lenefluente fono.

Must our young coalition dread a hiss, Que jlatuere parres, quamvis absurda, tenenda If with a laugh we cannot you dismiss? Sunt ipfis aris fortius atque faeis.

By you as jury, we as culprits try'd,

( Rifes up.) Trust that your verdict evidence will guide, How like you this? Does not plain Engliih found That to expose us no infidious scorner As sweet and natural on English ground?

Has in the Chronicle bespoke a corner; What were your Latins but Italians all ? As thus: “ At Walthamstow (our devil track'd And can Italians ought but fing and squall?

it) Such vig'rous offspring as your native ille's Last night the play of Cato was enacted But rarely shoots up in weak foreign foils. By no King's band, but by Macfarlan's school, Think you this thought proceeds from British And how-may be conceiv'd by any fool." pride?

How will the world this inuendo fee? Listen to Addison, and then decide:

They'll show, kind souls, their usual charity. Warm'd by his letions on this mimic ftage, Without remorse us actors they'll abuse, And for his country tir'd with noble rage, Nor in their malice spare our poet's muse. * Our former Cato crols'd the Atlantic

main, “ Have you seen Cato, Madam? Had he me. Your interest and your honour to maintain. The muse no more his generous foul could please; Some grains--but like his hero, wanted spirit. In war's alarms he tcorn'd ignoble ease:

And as for Marcia-what an awkward crea. Nor fcorn's in vain; here taught the sword to

ture! wield,

In all her face there was not one good feature. He laurels cropt in Camden's glorious field. Though like some schools they did not wbine and Tho' young in arms, yet fraught with itoic lore, sing, He all extremes with manly spirit bore.

And still, upon the whole, 'twas not the thing." Through dreary deserts, as he toil'd for fame, When thus provok'd, we'll follow precedent, His mind, nor cold, nor heat, nor want could tame; And puffs on puffs shall to the press be sent. And, when the vet'rans round him droop'd and In form of correspondents we'll divide dy'd,

The publick voice, or gain it to our side. He always triumph'd at his leader's side. “ Were Cato's self to rise up from the dead, But now, alas! on damp Virginia's thore Or Quin again this mortal stage to tread; At rest he fleeps, nor hears the cannon's roar. Such was our Cato's dignity and grace, In honour's bed he lies by Gauls o'erpower'd, Such force his voice, such spirit mark'd his face; Where e'en Cornwallis yielded up his sword. The first would smile to see himself surpaft Peace to his manes! Heaven to him was just; By beardless youth, and envy burst the last.” He saw not Britain's glories laid in duit

Here you distinctly see the puff direct, Are we excus'd, if our young Cato's bier And, ere you can have leisure to reflect, Extort the tender sympathetic tear?

While th'iron's hot, the anvil we will strike, But hence, vain griet; no tears that we can shed, Ply you with puffs direct, and puffs oblique, Will e'er recal him from his lowly bed,

Till we rise up to the clear sky of fame, Rather let his example us infpire

And in our presence every actor's name His steps to tread, and emulate his fire,

Shall look-like fix-pence to the moon's bright Here then we start, unpracticed in the course,

flame. For on this spot he first eflay'd his force. Our men beyond theatric flights shall foar,

As for our women, they'll do that—and more. EPILOGUE,

Portius a Garrick, Marcus better still,

Lucia a Siddons, Marcia-what you will, Spoken by Mr. OLIVER, in the character of But, jeft apart, these stratagems of Drury, Marcia, and written by Mr. MACFARLAN. We copy not, like others, I affure ye,

HY, as in France, will you not be polite, As we nor + bere nor + there extort applause, No canting Prologue there, with bow and scrape, Howe'er we fare, no other court we call, The audience courts to let the piece escape. But by your judgment with to itand or fall.

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Mr. Guyon, who-bore a part in all the hard service under Lord Cornwallis, and fell at York.

Town, in Virginia, + Here the points to the actors behind the scenes, and to the scholars on the upper benches, alluding to the practice of clapping adopted by the boys of other schools, which was here forbid.

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