-but what's that to me?

'Tis true you're no foldier

I

am fure you have feen as much fervice as he. As for old Concordatum- that fund is all spent,

In bribing the freemen, and paying my rent.
Lord L--nes-gh and Barton are now going round,
Through all their acquaintance, to raise forty pound ;
A fine ball I will give, if that fum they can gather,
And there you fhall appear, with a fine Ostrich
feather.

Accept this short letter. I'll foon write another.
Hark! his Lordship's below. Your affectionate
Mother.

THE TAYLOR,

A CRAZY TALE,

INSCRIBED TO THE LADIES OF BRIGHTON.

BY A DIPPER.

IN England, there are fome profeffions,
'Gainft which all men have prepoffeffions,
The name of Taylor, when translated,

Will only pass

For a mere ass,

An ass, by all ill-spoken of, ill-treated.

Nay wicked wits have faid what's worfe,
"A Taylor, came in with the curse,
To Brambles, is a younger brother;
That, make the most of him you can,
He's but the ninth part of a man.”

But wherefore all this noife and pother?
Tho? he uts crofs-leg'd at his work,
It's only fitting like a Turk,

And Turks were always women's men,
From Bajezet to Kouli Khan.

To prove that Tayiors are the fame;

One of the order,

Having leifure,

Not to get rid of a disorder,

But merely for his pleasure,

From London to Brighthelm fione came;
One night, ftrolling about the streets,
A beauteous maid, my Taylor meets,
Well turn'd each limb, divine each feature,
Full of good wifhes, and good nature.

Our Taylor was not mutę,

But thus began his fuit:

"Fairest of all the fair, attend my lays,
Lift to the founds I utter in thy praise ;

Bright are thy damask cheeks, in colour vie,
With the rich scarlet cloth's most costly die.
Thy fwimming eyes outfhine the gloffy jet,
Rival the buttons made of marqueset.

Thy lips, thy ruby lips, to me appear
Like the red cabbage steep'd in vinegar.
Then be not like the cucumber, fo cold,.
Maidens, like fashions will, in time grow old.
Come then, delay not, let us walk, my fair,
And taste the sweetness of the midnight air."
Such words what maiden could resist,
Her virgin fears were all dismist,

The night was dark, all things were hush
And in the dark the need not blush :

Or if she should, it is not feen,
Nor can be felt-that's all I mean..
So, nothing loth, with him the run,
Firft to the beech, then fhady grove,
Which frolic Pan, and Neptune love,
Where this poor damfel was undone..
And, as he tells,

Her bark fo blown, and tempel toft, 'Twas over-fet, nay almost lost.

But all the Belles,

Turn up their nofes, and cry-fye,

This Taylor Rory can't be true,

Pray, Madam, what think you, and you?

One half at least must be a lie !

Yet the machine I saw to day,

And in the fields are marks, they fay,

No less than Ax in feven hours!

My fars! Oh Lud! Oh Heavenly powers!

Ladies be patient-I advise,
You all attend at the Affize,
Where this poor Caitiff will be tried,
Then you fhall all be fatisfied.

Great wigs will make the matter plain,
But if you cannot wait 'till then,
I'll tell you how-with a grave face,
The learned judge will ope the cafe ;
And 'twill appear,

To every ftander-bye moft clear, 1
This Taylor, not having the fear
Of God before his eyes,

Both law and punishment defies.

Did with CLUB, STAVES, PISTOLS, and SWORDS, FIRELOCKS, and FORCE, and WICKED WORDS, ENTICE AWAY,

TREPAN, BETRAY,

This SPINSTER to the Ocean's thore,
And there, as fundry times before,
BEING INSTIGATED BY THE DEVIL.
Te curious Fair,

Note this care;

Induc'd this damfel to do evil.

Now, my good girls, an INSTIGATOR,
In fuch a ticklish matter,

May be, I think, fairly defin'd

A PARTNER, in the whole affair,
This folves the problem to a hair:

A Devil,

A Devil, and Taylor, when in arms,
Do all by Spells, Magic and Charms;
Had there been feven instead of one,
Unless he is belied,

All the whole feven had been undone,
At least he would have tried.

Think of his prowess, and his youth,
Then anfwer, if you can, with truth;
Should the wife fages of the law,
Condemn to death, for this faux pas,
But give the option of a ring,
If he prefers it to a fwing,

Tell me, to ransom fuch a life;

Which of you would not be his WIFE?

ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY.

Trin. Coll. Cambridge, March 13, 1786. WHEREAS a grace for preventing entertainments in private rooms, lately paffed in the Univerfity of Cambridge, has been put in execution with fuch strictnefs (particularly in one or two of the Colleges) as to occafion great inconveniencies to many of the younger members of the Univerfity, all which would be effectually remedied even by a moderate knowledge of that most useful fcience of Cookery; Mifs Diana K4 Young,