Nay, hold, my dear, (the wife replied) I will not hear my fex belied: What nonfenfe now you entertain! You're ign'rant: be inftructed then : Do pleasure, vifits, modes agree With household filth and drudgery? You fee me ev'ry day thro' life Exceed the duties of a wife. Why fhould I rife at Six o'clock ? Or raise the servant with the cock? Perform the meanest work we have? Does marriage make a wife a flave? In child-bed laid, the wife fuppofe; Does pleasure then attend the throes? You'll furely with me coincide, That these exceed all pain befide.

Lord, woman, ceafe your noify chatter! (The husband cried) I fcorn fuch matter. When woman's tongue is put in motion, Mercy! 'tis like the boifl'rous ocean; Which wave on wave rolls to the fhore, Dashing the beach with hideous roar. But hint a fault-her flippant tongue Muft vindicate, tho' e'er fo wrong: Tho' e'er fa diftant from the fenfe, A show'r of words fhe muft difpense: For tho' her logic fail to pleafe, Her tongue is ever fure to teafe.

So pedant, newly come from college, A felf-thought prodigy of knowledge, Whose formal, ftiff, conceited mien, True emblem of his mind is feen, Who fneers at what by others faid is, And Greek and Latin quotes to ladies, Swoin with conceit, fpurns contradiction, And shuts his ears against conviction.

A. R. B. E.

To MIRA, on her Wedding-Day.

ASSUME, my Verfe, thy wonted art

While all in expectation stand; Can't thou not paint the willing heart, That coyly gives the trembling hand? Can't thou not fummon from the sky Soft Venus, and her milk-white doves? Mark-in an ealy yoke they fly,

An emblem of unfever'd loves.

Now, Mira, art thou pale with fear,

Look not, thou Sweetnefs, thus forlorn ;
She finiles and now fuch tints appear,
As teal upon the filver morn.

Quick, Hymen, to the temple lead;
In blufhes rofe the confcious maid;
Cupid, thy victory pursue:
Trust me, fhe'll fet in blushes too.

It is to be all bath'd in tears,

To live upon a fmile for years, To iye whole ages at a Beauty's feet; To kneel, to languish, and implore, And ftill, tho' fhe difdain, adore ; It is to do all this, and think thy fufferings fweet.

It is to gaze upon her eyes

With eager joy and fond surprise. Yet temper'd with fuch chafte and awful fear,

As wretches feel who meet their doom, Nor muft one ruder thought prefume, Tho' but in whifpers breath'd to meet her

ear.

It is to hope, tho' hope were loft,

Tho' heaven and earth thy paffion craft; Tho' fhe were bright as fainted Queens above, And

From the loud roaring Bachanalian erew, In many a tavern round the Garden known,

Learn richer black-guard than they ever knew,

They catch thy look, and study every

tone;

They ape the brazen honours of thy face, And push the jorum" with a double grace.

Thee from his box the MACARONI eyes,

With level'd tube he takes his diftant stand,

Trembling beholds the horrid ftorm arife, And pities Reinhold when you raise your hand;

At diftance he enjoys the boisterous scene, And thanks his God the pit is plac'd between

So 'midst the starry honours of the night,

The Sage explores a COMET'sfiery course, Fearful he views its wild eccentrick flight,

And fhudders at its overwhelming force; At diftance fafe he marks its glaring ray, Thankful His world is not within its way.

Proceed then, CATLEY, in thy great career,

And nightly let our maidens hear and fee The fweeteft voice difguft the liftening ear,

The sweetest form affume deformity; Thus fhalt thou arm them with their best defence,

And teach them MODESTY by IMPUDENCE.

Sure then fome fecret Fate, for Guilt unwill'd,

Some fentence pre-ordain'd to be fulfill'd, Plung'd me thus deep in Sorrow's fearching flood,

And wafh'd me from the mem'ry of her blood.

And though, like Pindar, 'tis his object
To take a monarch for his subject,
He finds a good and pious King
May prove a mirth-exciting thing,
And fo with great good-humour tries
To fink him, in his people's eyes;
Bids them each fault and foible scan,
And lofe the monarch in the man :
These are the odes that now-a days
Receive the palm of publick praife.
Then, Phœbus, let the favour'd bard
Meet from your hands his due reward!
Firft, left the brother Pindars quarrel,
The Theban grace with fprigs of laurel;
And fince to different modes of fong
A different meed muft fure belong,
Mark this deferter from the church
With well-directed fprigs of birch.

G. B. R.

hate,

The Two Pindars; or a Hint to Apollo. WH HEN Theban Pindar fwept the lyre With hand of art, and foul of fire, The praise of heroes and of Kings Quiver'd along his trembling ftrings: Proud on the pinions of an Ode, The monarch fwell'd into the god : The deep, majestic peal of fong, With force impetuous roll'd along: And nations flood aghaft with wonder, Awed by the poet's deep-mouth'd thunder. Not fuch indeed in modern times The grand effect of lyric rhimes; Some daring fouls perhaps inherit A portion of the Theban's fpirit,But though their lay his lay resemble, We chufe to laugh, and not to tremble. Apollo! yield the iron chair, Or place another Pindar there. With merry heart, and lyre unftrung, With ears unhurt, and nofe unwrung, Let Peter take the vacant place, And read his odes with due grimace; Pindar with you may nectar quaff, Let Peter fit and make us laugh. His rhimes will fhew that panegyric Is not a theme for modern lyric;

the wing,

The Herald of the day does fweetly fing; We fee with glee the lovely Syren foar; Still upward foaring, see him now no more. Adown, adown the charmer finks; we feeWith glee, we fee him gently now defcend. With fweet delight upon the liftning ear, Till tir'd at laft with his dear charming fong, As up again he mounts, his notes we hear; Warbling fo fweet the fleecy clouds among; Adown, adown, the Syren finks again, Then fwift defcending lights upon the plain. Thus, heav'n-born poet, have I heard thee fing,

High foaring fweetly on the mufe's wing; Then feen thee fportive on thy native plains From fmoking Pegasus withdraw the reins; Set him to range, far, far on Coila's fhore, As if the fteed you meant to mount no

more;

Then quick returning from the ruftic theme Of village-gambols, or the lab'ring team, Away, away, I faw thee fly,

I faw thee mount again on high; The fmoaking steed defies the reins; Till tir'd at last, upon our plains, Thou, like the messenger of day, The chearful mate of lovely May, Down to thy COILA's ruftic scenes defcend. Untutor'd Poet, may thy native lays Still gain the meed of unaffected praife; And may thy great unconquer'd country's fire,

Warm in thy fong, and lighten from thy lyre.

TURKEY.

HE Grand Vizir made

FERDINAND, &c.

Gentlemen, It was with the greatest

Nov. 20. ment for the Ambaffadors of Tippoo Saib in the Imperial Palace, called the Kiofque, which was honoured by the prefence of the Grand Signor; the river by which he went to the Kiofque was covered with boats and barks of every kind, which, having reached the fhore, ranged themselves in a line along the river, and formed a very agreeable appearance. The diverfions given the Indian Ambaffadors were, the exercifing of the cannon and bombs; the play called Girida; and military evolutions, executed by a body of Turkish cavalry richly dreffed, and reprefenting the different habits of the various people of the Ottoman empire, thofe of the Perfians, Armenians, Medes, Turcomans, Arabs, Africans, Syrians, &c. Three hundred Indians, in the Amballador's train, performed the military exercifes of firing and charging with the bayonet, and 200 feapoys, who were part of them, did the European exercife, and rewards were given to thofe foldiers who appeared to be the moft fkilful. This fpectacle drew about 200,000 fpectators, and the entertainment coft, they fay, a bove 50,000 piaftres. The Grand Signor teftified his fatisfaction to his Vizir by prefenting him with the rich skin of a black fox, and a curious bow and ar

circulation addreffed to you on the 3d inftant by the States of Brabant, at the rifing of their Affembly, to thank you for the affiftance you had given them for the prefervation of the fundamental laws and privileges of Brabant, in which work your wifdom had facilitated their proceedings, by means of the conferences which they had held with Commiflioners from your body; the States inviting you' at the fame time to maintain in future the fame understanding with them in every point in any wife relating to the public good, and particularly to the prefervation of privileges; and requiring you, with a view of making this common agreement more certain and advantageous, firmly to refolve that no edict or inftrument of government, having any relation whatever to the Joyful Entry, which may be fent to the Chancery of Brabant, shall be published or carried into execution, without the knowledge and advice of the States and their Deputies, who will deliberate upon them with fuch of their colleagues as may be prefent; and requiring you, finally, in order that their wishes on this head may be fulfilled, to take fuch farther meafures (and to communicate them to the States) as your wonted wifdom may fuggeft.

Without dwelling upon the indecency with which the States exprefs in this letter the little confidence they have in the folemn and repeated promises made by his Majefty to maintain their conftitution, and which he is moft firmly refolved to maintain in all its parts, we declare to you, that his Majefty will ne ver fuffer any encroachment whatever on his fovereign rights, under the speci ous pretext of privileges: And after that, we cannot refrain from reminding you moft feriously, that though your oath of office for maintaining the Joyful Entry has been taken to and before the States, you are not, for all that, in any respect

their