do, get a fat capon and a bottle of good wine in a quarter of an hour, and for nothing, which is best of all: come, good wife, set down and be merry; for all this is paid for, I thank Miles."

"She sate, and could not eat one bit for anger, but wished that every bit they did eat, might choak them: Her old lover too that lay under the bed all this while, was ready to bepiss himself for fear, for he still looked when that Miles would discover him.

"When they had eaten and drunk well, the good man desired Miles, that he would let him see the spirit that fetched them this good cheer. Miles seemed unwilling, telling him that it was against the laws of art to let an illiterate man see a spirit, but yet for once he would let him see it; and told him withall, he must open the door and soundly beat the spirit, or else he should be troubled hereafter with it: and because he should not fear it, he would put it into the shape of some one of his neighbours.

"The good man told him that he need not to doubt his valour, he would beat him soundly: and to that purpose he took a good cudgel in his hand, and did stand ready for him. Miles then went to the bed side, under which the old man lay, and began to conjure him with these words.

Bemo, quickly come appear,

Like an old man that dwels near;
Quickly rise, and in his shape,
From this house make thy escape:
Quickly rise, or else I swear,

I'll put thee in a worser fear.

"The old man seeing no remedy, but that he must needs come forth, put a good face on it, and rose from

under

under the bed: "behold my spirit," quoth Miles, "that brought me all that you have had. Now be as good as your word and swaddle him soundly." "Iprotest," said the good man, "your devil is as like good man Stumpe the tooth-drawer, as pome-water is like an apple. Is it possible that your spirit can take other men's shapes? I'll teach this to keep his own shape." With that he did beat the old man soundly, so that Miles was fain to take him off, and put the old man out of door; so after some laughing to bed they all went: but the woman could not sleep for grief, that her old lover had had such hard usage for her sake.”

The next chapter relates "how Fryer Bacon did help a young man to his sweetheart, which Fryer Bungey would have married to another; and of the mirth that was at the wedding;" and contains the following song, which I shall extract as a specimen of the poetry. "And there an end!"

To the tune of "I have been a Fidler, &c."

And did you not hear of a mirth that befell

the morrow after a wedding day,

At carrying a Bride at home to dwell;

and away to Twiver, away, away.

The Quintin was set, and the Garlands were made;
'tis pity old Customs should ever decay :
And woe be to him that was horst on a Jade,

for he carried no credit away, away.

We meet a Consort of Fiddle-dedees

we set them a cock horse, and make them.to play
"The winning of Bullen," and "Upsyfrees,"
and away to Twiver away, away.

There was ne'er a lad in all the Parish,

that would go to Plow that day: But on his fore horse his Wench he carries, and away to Twiver, away, away.

gay:

The Butler was quick, and the ale he did tap,
the Maidens did make the Chamber full
The Serving men gave me a Fudling Cap,
and I did carry it away, away.

The Smith of the Town his Liquor so took,
that he was persuaded the ground look'd blue,
And I dare boldly swear on a Book,

such Smiths as he there be but a few.

A Posset was made, and the women did sip,
and simpering said they could eat no more:
Full many a Maid was laid on the lip:

i'll say no more, but so give o'er.

O. G.

ART. VIII. Sketch of the Life and character of Dr. Joseph Warton, with an account of Mr. Wooll's Memoirs of him.

The Rev. John Wooll, a Wykehamist, now master of Midhurst school, in Sussex, has just published, in a quarto volume, the Life, Poems, and Correspondence of Dr. Joseph Warton. I shall venture, as I have done in the case of Dr. Beattie, to make a few extracts and remarks on it.

It appears that Dr. Warton, was born at the house of his maternal grandfather, the Rev. Joseph Richardson, at Dunsfold in Surrey, in April 1722. His

father,

father, as is well known, was Vicar of Basingstoke, in Hampshire, had been Professor of Poetry at Oxford, and was himself a poet: as is proved by a posthumous volume, published by this, his eldest son, with the following title.

Poems on several occasions. By the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, Batchelor of Divinity, late Vicar of Basingstoke in Hampshire, and sometime Professor of Poetry in the University of Oxford.

Nec lusisse pudet. HOR.

London. Printed for R. Manby and H. S. Cox, on Ludgate Hill. 1748. 8vo. pp. 228. Dedicated to Fulwar, Lord Craven.

It was published by subscription. The editor had it some time in hand. In a letter to his brother Thomas, dated 29 Oct. 176, he says, "Since you left Basingstoke, I have found a great many poems of my father's, much better than any we read together. These I am strongly advised to publi h by subscription, by Sir Stukely Shuckburgh, Dr. Jackson, and other friends. These are sufficient to make a six shilling octavo volume; and they imagine, as my father's acquaintance was large, it would be easy to raise two or three hundred pounds; a very solid argument in our present situation. It would more than pay all my father's debts. Let me know Let me know your thoughts upon this subject; but do not yet tell Hampton, or Smythe, who would at first condemn us, without knowing the prudential reasons, which induce us to do it." The author died in the preceding year, 1745.

But Joseph Warton had already published a quarto pamphlet of his own poems, as I shall particularize presently. He was admitted on the foundation of

Winchester

Winchester college, 1736, and soon distinguished himself for his poetical talents. As early as Oct. 1739, be became a contributor to the poetry of the Gentle man's Magazine, in conjunction with his friend Callins, and another; by some verses entitled "Sappho's Advice," signed Monitorius, and printed at p. 545. In 1740, he was removed from Winchester, and being superannuated, was entered of Oriel College, Oxford.

How he spent his time at Oxford may be guessed from the following interesting and eloquent passages of a letter to his father. "To help me in some parts of my last collections from Longinus, I have read a good part of Dyonisius Halicarnassus: so that I think by this time I ought fully to understand the structure and disposition of words and sentences. I shall read Longinus as long as I live: it is impossible not to catch fre and raptures from his glowing style. The noble causes he gives at the conclusion for the decay of the sublime amongst men, to wit, the love of pleasure, riches and idleness, would almost make one look down upon the world with contempt, and rejoice in, and wish for toils, poverty and dangers, to combat with. For me, it only serves to give me a greater distaste, contempt, and hatred of the Profanum Vulgus, and to od under foot this ἀγεννέστατον πάθος, as thoroughly

and unworthy of man. It is the freedom, you e, of unburdening my soul to you, that has

worth remarking how many first productions of persons of genius azine has ushered into the world. In the same month appears de's Hymn to Science," dated from "Newcastle upon Tyne," in the next page appears a juvenile sonnet by Collins, signed catulus; and in the next month, p. 599, is inserted Mrs. Carter's beautiOde to Melancholy.

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