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PEN ANC E,

Drunken old Scot by the rigorous fentence

Of the kirk was condemn'd to the ftool of repentance. Mefs John to his confcience his vices put home,

And his danger in this, and the world that's to come. Thou reprobate mortal! why, doft not thou know Whither, after your death, all you drunkards must go? Muft go when we're dead! why Sir, you may fwear, We shall go, one and all, where we find the best beer.

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The MISTAKE.

By the Same.

Cannon ball, one bloody day,

Took a poor failor's leg away;

And, as on 'his comrade's back he made off,
A fecond fairly took his head off.
The fellow, on this odd emergence,

Carries him pick-back to the furgeons.

Z- ds! cries the doctor, are you drunk,

To bring me here an headless trunk?

A lying dog! cries Jack,--he faid
His leg was off, and not his head.

A FRAG

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A FRAGMENT of CHAUCER."

By J. HARRIS, Efq.

IGHT wele of lernid clerkis is it fed,

That womenhud for mannis' ufe is made;

But naughty man liketh not one, or so,
He lufteth aye unthriftily for mo;

And whom he whilome cherished, when tied
By holy church he cannot her abide.
Like unto dog which lighteth of a bone,
His tail he waggeth, glad therefore y-grown,
But thilke fame bone if to his tail thou tye,
Pardie, he fearing it away doth fly.

Upon an

ALCOVE,

Now at PARSON'S GREEN".

By Mrs. BENNETC.

Favourite Mufe of SHENSTONE, hear!

And leave awhile his blissful groves;

Aid me this sweet alcove to fing,

The Author's feat whom SHENSTONE loves.

a Author of Hermes and other excellent performances. He was nephew to the celebrated author of Characteristics, and died the 21st day of December, 1780.

b Near Fulham, the country refidence of Mr. Samuel Richardfon, author of Pamela, Clariffa, and Sir Charles Grandifon.

c

Sifter of Edward Bridgen, Efq; who had married Mr. Richardfon's fecond daughter.

Here

Here the foul-harrowing genius form'd
His PAMELA's enchanting story!
And here divine CLARISSA died
A martyr to our fex's glory!

'Twas here the noble-minded Howe
With every gen'rous paffion glow'd:..
And here the gentle Belford's eyes
With manly forrows overflow'd.

Here Clementina, haplefs maid!

With wild diftrefs each bofom tears: And here the lovely Harriet own'd

A virgin's hopes, a virgin's fears.

Here Emily, sweet artless girl,

Fills every breast with strange delight!
And when we fear her early fall,
Secures her conqueft by her flight.

Here sprightly Charlotte's hum'rous wit
Difpenfès mirth to all around :.
But, ah! we tremble, whilst we smile,
Left its fine edge herself should wound.

Here GRANDISON, to crown the whole,
A bright exemplar stands confeft!
Who stole thofe virtues we admire

From the great Author's glowing breast.

O facred

O facred feat! be thou rever'd

By fuch as own thy mafter's power;
And, like his works, for ages laft,
'Till fame and language are no more,

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I.

ETWEEN the smooth descent of yonder hills,
Deep in the vale with tufted trees beset:
Whofe antique roots are wafh'd with brawling rills,
Whose leafy arms the fummer's rage defeat,
There stands a country parson's calm retreat.
View well the filent shade with sober eye,
And wonder at the courtier's fwolen luxury.

II.

See to his garden's pale where close ally'd

A decent church the neighbouring glebe commands i Whose steeple's stock'd with bells, (the country's pride) Whose beams are wreath'd about with virgin bands, Wove on the bridal day by virgin hands,

The furplice clean, and chancel newly whited, That with the good man's neatnefs all muft be delighted.

III.

His houfe ftands near (this church's younger brother)
Whofe furniture fhews housewifely, and neat;
A little garden runs from one to t'other,

Stately in ufe, excluding useless state,

In which a yew-tree ftands of ancient date: And near it rosemary climbs up the wall; Or else imperfect were the rites of funeral.

IV.

Him liveth near in gentle neighbourhood

An heartfome friend, replete with bounteous love,
Whofe generous wine long time hath corked stood,
(Not to avoid the tafte, but to improve ;)
With him the good man's moments foftly move:
Nor yet compleat, if I fhould leave untold

The dame who of his joys sweet partnership doth hold.

V.

Well knows the when to govern, when obey,
Vers'd in the rights and laws of womanhood;
Nor hath she too much wisdom to be gay,

Nor hath the fo much wit to be o'er-loud:
Nor hath fhe fo much beauty to be proud;
But cheerful fenfe and decent mirth impart
The sweet domestic joys of a well-natur'd heart.

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