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Then don't be angry with my diction, But virtue-- to no state confin'da
Can bless the poorest, humblest mind!
As him who sparkles on a throne.
No tyrant laws her beams detain--
Nor time nor accident impair
The bliss her favour'd vot'rics Mare. On Walking in ETON-COLLEGE.
Go then this moral maxim know, 'T WAS at the filent evening hour- Virtue is bappinejs below!"
When Sensibility's foft pow'r Had fill each wilder passion laid
To MIRA, on her WEDDING - DAY. To Eton's walls I pensive stray d.
By Mr. WECB.
ASSUME, my Verse, thy worted art, “ And ab! cried I, " is abis obe place
While all in expectation stand, Weich Poets bave been fond to praise ?
Canst thou not paint the willing heart Where Science ofi' bas proudly rov'd?
That coyly gives the trembling hand ? Tbe jewe wtich every Mule kas lov'd? Canst thou not summon from the sky Weere WARRIORS, STATLSMEN, COUR- Soft Venus and her milk-whire Doves ! TIERS, Kings,
Mark-in an ealy yoke they fly,
Now, Mira, art thou pale with fear;
Look not, thou Sweetness, thus forlorn; And raugbt tbuir early vows to bring?
She smiles -and now such tints appear “ Ah, yes!-this rustic College Thews
As steal upon the filver morn. Where Sages, Bards, and Patriots rore ! Quick, Hymen, to the temple lead; And ah!" in sullen tone I said,
Cupid, thy victory pursue ; As round her walls I pensive ttray'd, In blushes rose the conscious Maid; “ Had Fortune heard my early claim,
Trust me, Me'll set in blushes too. I too might then have rose to fame !
Well may the lover fondly gaze I might have join'd the Patriot band,
On thy bright cheek, and bloom of youth, And, virtue-bound, walk'd hand in hand,
Impatient of the calmer praise
Of sweetness, innocence, and truth.
Yet these Tall to thy latest hour,
These only shall secure thy bliss : Or (happier still) through Science ftray'd,
When the pale lip hath lost its power,
The te ftualt give nectar to the kiss.
To a I. ADY,
With a Present of Popp's Works. In whispering friendly tone to say
By the Hon. CHARLES YORK I. “ Go, pensive youth, and learn to prize What thoughtless minds too oft despise. TH
HE Lover, oft to please fome faithless 'Tis true this rustic manfion shews
dame, Where Warriors, Statesmen, Courtiers rose : With vulgar presents feeds the dying flame, But cast thy pensive eyes around,
Then adds a verfe-of fighted vows comSee now how till the hallow'd ground !
plains, No noises wake th'attentive ear!
Whilft ihc--the giver and the gift disdains. No gay-clad feet now wander here !
These strains to thee no idle fuit commend, “ Thus the sweet Bard, whose gentle lay On whom gay loves with chaste desires Could charm diftross and woe away
attend; The hero-whore ambitious soul
Nor fancied excellence, nor amorous care, For conquest rov‘d from pole to pole Prompts to rafh praise, or feels with fond And others of a various name,
despair. Who here first trod the path to fame,
Enough, if the fair Volume find access ; Muft all in folemn filence lay
Then the great Poets' lays Mall best express; Sad! as these dreary walls betray.
Thy beauteous image there thou may’it regard, Learn, pensive mortal, 'then to know, Which frikes with modeft awe the meanett
bard That rank or wealth are “passing thew.".
Sore had he living view'd thy tender youth, The Virtues, where thy relicks deep,
Thy gentle manners, lingering there.
To deck her Mextox's honour'd grave.
Compassion ever lov'd to dwell,
The cause must not-dare not tell !
The grief that on my quiet preys,
That rends my heart;that checks my Lives to affection's memory Jear ;
tongue : And worth like thine all claim a ligh
I fear will last me all my days ; From all who knew thee c'aimn a tear,
But feel it will not last me long, Oft with supreme delight I trace
J. W. A.
Part of a very elegant POEM
By Mr. GREATHEAD:
Being PORTRAITS of Mrs. Piozzi, Mr. No flaii'ring hope of future tame;
MERRY, and Mr. PARSONS, at that time And circumscrib'din narrow bound,
writing together, in Italy. The hamlet only knew thy name; As such delighis my fancy cheer'd, Yet what can * circumscribe the luul>
A Bard of Aibion's Isle appear'd, Soon, with a spirited disdain,
Who here had loiter'd down the day, Thy genius spurn'd the base controul While fixty moons had waned away ; Of fickle fortune's galling chain,
And at his lyre's majestic sound
The shepberd train would flock around,
A roving Nympb ro lightly trod,
She scarcely mark'd the velvet fod, Saw with ambition's ardour warm;
And with her numbers charm'd the ear But loan iho bade her fairy views
Of lift'ning Eve, who stay'd to hear ! Cheat thy fund eye with fleeting charm :
Hush'd was the lonely lover's flute ! Yet was the bright poetic bay
The doleful nightingale was mute, No longer to thy browa decreed ;
Whene'er the struck her British lyre
With Grocian force, and Sappbo's fire
Nor diftant far a Youib reclio'd,
Whole wild harp warbled to the wind, And in historic strain impart
So loftly sweet, fu clearly itrong, Some fresh instruction to the mind
That Arno's self admir'd the song. These were thy aims ! On these shall Fame And now with eager haftę I ftrove Thy beautiful memorial raise;
To join the Band that charm'd the grove,
But ah, my labour all was vain,
Confused at length my visioo grew,
Envy 1 saw, in yellow vest,
What fancied zone cap circumscribe the Soul ?
And there the fullea race appear,
To a LADY who faid the pitied those who
lived under the EXTREMBS of Heat and
Or freezes 'midt Norwegian (nows; How should you pity his distress,
Whose hapless lor, more hard than theirs (Oh hear it, Charlotte, and redress),
Each fad extreme united Thares.
Whilst you, insensible to love,
Unmov'd receive my tond defires;
Their coldness all, and all their nres.
Boxd, of Bondvil, in the county of Ar-
following Inscription :
My tomb this Dial, epitaph these lays
Tis known, the Comic Muse we here ex. To the AGREEABLE SURPRISE,
Nor dares Melpomene approach this door ; Written by MAJOR ARABIN, No entrance here by either night, or day, And Spoken in the Character of Mrs.
But to the pleasant !--[prightly !--witty! CHESHIRE, on 27th Deceniber, 1787.
This--their asylum ; --here, a festive board ONCE NCE more Surpriz --Agreeably I Gives bearty welcome from it's worthy
hope ! To find fair CHESHIRI give her_humour 6 * Great as his pleasure then-is our des scope
lighi, Tho' CHESHIRE's not the firf at ev'ry feast, " To see two other Masters here--tonight, You men must surely prize a Dame lo chaste ! “ Our grateiul feelings burft thro' all dir. For on your offers had fhe plac'd reliance,
guire, Should I furprize or not-by ber com- “ For who don't feel-Tbi Agrocable Sur pliance !
prize." " What would your Ladies fay”-when There sits our Prompter-ever sure to home you go,
please, If I but told them half- of what I know? Because he acts like Garrick-quite at Would jealous fears their anxious boloms
# If bere he courts the Nine, the GracesOr wonder leize, to find a woman !--- tell ? Let us suppose them on their downy bed, Yet he is ever Our-peculiar care, And busy Fancy there had CHESHIRE led, None but the brave (you know) deserve Entwiu'd in Dumbers (where time (wiftly
the Fair! flies)!
Unmov'J by change of Uniforms, or LaceSuppose me caught :-would that be a Sur. The same his object in, or out of Place prize ?
Still may he spurn at Fortune's varying fate! Or loug between you both I took my place ; " As Hoft !-as Manager !-as Slatelınan Tbas--sure would be a moft Surprising cale !
On Times and Manners fill we cry out This vulgar tale the author has contrived to thame,
raise to the dignity of the tragic muse, by When we ourselves are juftly more to supposing the culprit to be of some rank, of blame,
the name of Clifford, and upon the verge of As Soldiers.--A&ors !-saving for a matrimony to Julia, who had absolutely reName!
jected his rival and friend, Dudley, who hav• Thus useful Pensioners may keep the leat, ing joined the royal army, had it in his power And gentle Becf-caters may live-to eat! to terve his rival, in confequsuce of Kirk's Wbile Guards of Horse no more their way offer to pardon one friend to any of his of. muft carve,
ficers. This act of generosity was too refined But lounge without their arms and beg! for Dudley's ideas ; but when he finds bis or farve;
friend had been actually executed, notwithYet abey forget not Dettingen-where lite standing Julia had facrificed her innocence lo They beat your focs; -and chang da Mo. save his lite, he challenges and kills the treanarch's fate :
cherous Kirk, and in the conflict receives a Bur times are alter'dsbey must now- mortal wound himself, while Julia dies disretreat,
tracted. Your thoughts exprefive speak in all your The author, we are told, is a native of eyes,
Bath, Mr. P. Hoare (son of Mr. Hoare the But yone can judge my feelings for Sur. Painter), now at Lisbon for the recovery of prizst !
Things Were. But as a Briton-only dreads Surprize.
Written by Mr. GRAVF.S.
STUDIOUS the guilty paliions to contron),
Or wake the tendereit feelings of the luul,
T'excite our terror, or, by tales of woe, 'Tis true my
ab I change-but not my To bid the tears of soft compaffion dow : heart,
If such the object, must the Tragic Muse And ftrive to please alike in ev'ry part ;-—
The barbarous acts of Eastern kings perule:
Were then no barbarous deeds e'er done at
home? And trult you've been— Ago ccably Suro
Can Brigíh annals no dire facts supply, priz'd.
To move the leeling heart or moistening eye? Jan. 2. A new Tragedy, entitled Sucb Alas! they can-and c'en in modern times, Things Were, was performed at the Theatre
One boirid act cau march their blackelt at Bath. The characters were as follow :
crimes. Duke of Monmouth, Mr. Knight.
Our vative province can a tale unfold,
Mr Rowbotham. Scaice equali'd by the fablous days of old,
“ Nur Aireus' feait, por Tereus' bloudy deed,
“ Can Kirk's enormous cruelty exceed." Monta,ue,
Mr. Bloomfield. The fact yet recen: in fair Taunton's Vale,
Tofhuddering nymphs supplies the Christmas
was pail." Kirk pro nised his filler io pardon, mon con- This simple cale to tell, th' advent'rous Bard dition of her submitting to his amorous ir cli- Within these tott'ring walls to-night has nations, but the next morning thered him
dar'!, to her hang from the window of the ini, Where modest labuur meets its best reward. on which inc ran distracted. $ Turns suddenly on the Audience..
As no fictitious incident adorns,
But pistols will miss fire, friends interpose, The gengine truth all pompous diétion And bruisers only wipe a bloody nose. (corns;
At all events, our heroes take great care Your pity only he attempts to move
To save the face, nor discompose the hair. By artiels scenes of a disastrous love.
As for our Ladies---though they've killing Yet, as he paints unparallel'd distress,
eyes, To your own feelings trufts for his success. In metapbor alone the Lover dies; And though the Muse her powerful aid with.
We're noe hard hearted, sometimes confians draws,
prove, Nature herfelf shall plead the Poet's cause. But who, like Julin, ever dies for love? Let then the crembling Bard, ye generous
Yet this pour maid, her feelings all alive, fair,
Could not, 'ris said, her lover's fate survive; With weeping JULIA your compassion fare: Bat frantic died ---Such Tibings, we hear, And as to-night he trufts to you his fame,
bave been, Ah! doom him not to infamy and shame. Such things we've beard of --but have never This first attempe with candour dcigo to hear;
feen. And, thould you drop the synopathetic tear,
Our Beaux, indeed, both Commoners and (That brightest gem that decks the brightest
Wear scarlet coats, and sometimes draw their, Th' unteeting Critic's cenfure--he'll despise.
(words ; For Envy's self must patronize our cause, Not for a Julia, but some trifling bet, If such a brilliant audience (miles applause. Some billiard squabble, or some gambling [N. E. Those lines with inverted coinmas
debt were omitted on the Itage.]
Money's their idol, Beauty pleads in vain,
Without Ten Thousand Pounds to bribe che · EPILOGO E.
Give him the Cash, he values not the Lass, Written by Mr. GRAVIS.
He sees a prettier person in his glass. METHINKS I hear some Youthful Critic Young Nymphs may ogle.-.Dress is all his say,
pride, (Who comes to see the Ladies, not the And Hymen's torch is almost laid aside. Play)
Thus Beauty fades -- fops fcorn the marriage, « I hate these horrid scenes, where peo
yoke, ple die,
And an Old Maid's become a standing joke, " And cut each other's throats, the Lord Nor is it thus in private life alone, knows why :
Far less revere our solemo courts are grown. " 'Tis not my taste-I'd rather laugh
“ If villains force, or treacherou fly incice, than cry.
“ Some maid or wife to tread the pains of " Indeed the play's too tragical by half ;
vice; “Give us some comic strokes to make us “ The laugbing Town esteems th' offence laugh."
but Night, Turn then your thoughts from these en- " And views th' offender in a humorous ormous crimes,
light: And view a while our merry modern times : “ The Counsel † pleads, and entertains the Our manners quite a different aspect wear ;
court, And things more smooth and civiliz'd appear.
“ And the poor culprit yields his judge fine Though prone to vice, we're cowards e'en in guilt :
“ He joins the laugh, scarce finds himself to We cheat, forge notes-but rarely blood is
“ And, having laugh'd away all fear and Th' young highwayman will hardly swear or Thame, curse;
" He only waits the first convenient time But in the prettiesl mannertakes your
“ (Ard can you blame him ?) to repeat his purse." Sometimes indeed we tbreaten feats moro
Go to the Senate, hear some grand debate; cruel,
Some weighty question of the Church ur When Courtiers box *, or Taylors fight a
State: duel ;
A fathionable amusement.