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IKE fam'd La Mancha's night, who, launce in Land,

Mounted bis freed to free th' enchanted land,
Our Quixote bard fets forth a Mosfter-taming,
Arm'd at all points, to fight that hydra-
GAMING.

Aloft on Pegafus be warves his pen,
dad urls defiance at the caitiff's den.
The first on fancy'd giants spent his rage,
But this bas more than windmills to engage.
He combats paffion, rooted in the foul,
Whole pervers at once delight ye and control;
Wiefem gic bordage each left flane erjoys,
Nor wifes freedom, the the spell deftroys.
To jane our land from this MAGICIAN'S
charms,

And rejue maids and matrons from his arms,
Our bright poetic comes And Ob! ye fair!
This black ENCHANTER's quicked arts beware!
Pejabile peffen dirus the brighteft eyes,
2 at its tuleb, each gace and beauty dies.
tleness and joy to rage give way,
Wil je dove become: a bird of prey.

May this our bold adventrer break the fpell,
And drive the damen to bis native bell.

Ye flares of paffion, and ye dupes of chance, Wake all your powers from this deftruttive

trance!

Shake off the fhackles of this tyrant vice:
Hear other calls than thofe of cards and dice:
Be learn'd in nobler arts, than arts of play,
And other debts than those of bonour pay.
No longer live infenfible to shame,
Loft to your country, families and fame.

Cou'd our romantick mufe this work atchieve, Wou'd there one boneft beart in Britain grieve? Th' attempt, tho' wild, wou'd not in vain be made,

If every boneft land wou'd lend its aid.

EPILOGUE. Written by a FRIEND. And Spoken by Mrs. PRICHARD. Nevry gamefter in th' Arabian nation, 'Tis faid, that Mahomet denounc'd damnation;

But in return for wicked cards and diee,
Ie gave them black-ey'd girls in Paradise.
Sould be thus preach, good countrymen, to you,
1. s converts would, I fear, be mighty few.
S much your hearts are fet on fordid gain.
The brighteft eyes around you jhine in vain.

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Poetical ESSAYS in

The blemish fill'd her foul with grief,
From phyfick's arts the fought relief;
In vain their skill the doctors try'd,
The pimple all their power defy'd.
With pining woe the funk opprefs'd,
And peace forfook her anxious breast.
Thou hideous cruel fcab, she said,
Thus to deform fo fair a maid!
What, could'ft thou find no other place
To shew thyself, but in my face?
A face fo blooming, smooth and bright,
The womens envy, mens delight.
Alas! the men will gaze no more;
No more they'll praife, no more adore ;
No more the womens fpleen will rife;
No more they'll view with envious eyes
Men will neglect and women fcorn;
O fhocking! 'tis not to be born.
Know, hateful thing, I'll make thee
fly,

Or in the glorious conteft die.

With that the call'd a furgeon's aid; The pimple's gone, the plaifter laid; But ah! no art could heal the wound, And rankling humours fpread around,

More wretched now the loath'd the light,

;

She pin'd by day, nor flept by night
Vexation, phyfick, grief and pain,
Soon brought confumption and her train;
Who never left her, hapless prey,
Till in the arms of death the lay.
Refembling this was Delia's fate;
She fancy'd that the single state
On female merit much reflected,
'Caufe folks might think, the men neg-
lected,

And laughing cry, in fpiteful prate,
Poor girl, he cannot get a mate.
Of death the fcarce was more afraid,
Than that dire epithet, old maid.
She fain wou'd do like other folk,
And, like her neighbours, wear a yoke;
For, O! the muft expire with shame,
If call'd by fuch an odious name.

Thus fancy in her brain had wrought,
The name, a real ill he thought;
And when a worthlefs fwain apply'd,
Devoid of love, became a bride :
Herfelf to fancy facrific'd,
And took a mate her foul defpis'd;
Scar'd by an idle bugbear name,

A real wretch for life became.

To Mr. LAMBERT.
H, Lambert! tho' untaught I fing,
My mufe demands thine ear:

She draws from nature's artless spring,
Unvenal and fincere.

Felt I that all-creative glow,

Still animating thee;

Then honour might my verse bestow;
But now you honour me.

Tho' faint the ray that prompts my thought,
It brightens at thy fire;

And while thyworks mine eyes have caught; I warm as I admire,

What magick power! what wond'rous skill!

Compleats thy fancy's birth! How just thy pencil calls at will,

The face of nature forth!

When fol the fummer's morn bestows,
Not lovelier looks the glade ;
Than profpects which thy canvas shows,
By dint of light and fhade.

The rural cot, the fleecy flock,

The clouds, the hills, the fea;
The lawn, the grove, the rill, the rock,
Who reprefents like thee?
While at the theatre,-the feat

Of fenfe, of tafte, and wit;
Where fifter arts in union meet,
Th' enraptur'd audience fit;
Applauding all that glads the fight,

Or moves to mirth the heart;
The crowded houfe thy toil requite,
And blefs the painter's art *.

"Where rocks o'er rocks their fronts extend,"

While winter glooms the skies;
Where warbling birds in fong contend,
Or cloud-topt hills arife.

Each landscape charms ev'n envy's frown,
Each icene confirms thy fame.-
While publick praise fhall merit crown,
So long fhall live thy name.
For bright'ning promis'd genius moft,
Greece, Italy may thine;

Nor envy Britain! thou canst boast
A Lambert and a Pine.

BOYCE.

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fuch a degree, that it was thought by the phyfician and apothecary that attended him, that he would have burst, and by the great agonies he expired in, he was As he had thought to be raving mad. just before his death embraced the Roman Catholick religion, he was buried in great folemnity, the corporation attending the funeral, and a grand mafs was faid over the corpfe in the cathedral church, which was finely illuminated, and in which he was buried. Some little time before he died he made a will, which was fealed up in the prefence of one Mrs. Rofs (whofe maiden name was Dunbar, and which name he went by) and two other perfons who were alfo his acquaintance. vill he figned with his own name, and gave all his fortune which was in his brother's hands to his child, who is now liv ing at Hexham in Northumberland, with her mother, to whom he had fo villainoufly denied being married, and for which he often faid, a curfe had attended him for injuring the character of fo good a wife. When he was afked concerning Mr. Blandy's murder, he often reflected on himself greatly, yet faid, that Mifs Blandy ought not to have blamed him fo much as the did, but the particulars of which he faid fhould never be known till his death. He first made his escape out of England the latter end of laft February to Bologne; but as foon as he was known to be there, was obliged to be kept concealed by Mrs. Rofs, fome relations of his wife's, who were in that country, threatening revenge for his bafe ufage to her; fo that Mrs. Rofs and he were oblig ed at laft to fly from Bologne by night, which was on the 26th of July laft, and lived in Furnes from that time. The fortune in his brother's hands, which he has left to his child by his will, is 1500l. his patrimony, which he formerly received 5 per cent. for; but on his being caft before the lords of the feffion in Scotland, in the cause concerning the validity of his marriage, which was confirmed, 50l. out of the 751. was ordered by their lordships to be paid the wife annually for the fupport of her and the child, which the received, and has lived ever fince with fome of her own relations in Hexham aforementioned. It was further faid, that before he died he declared, that he and Mifs Blandy were privately married before the death of her mother, which was near two years before Mr. Blandy was poifoned. (See our Mag. for laft year, p. 180.)

The following account of the fuccefs of ventilators, by the Rev. Dr. Stephen Hales, was printed in the General-Evening Foft.

Feb.

This is to inform the publick, that ventilators, worked by a windmill, having been fixed in Newgate; and the branching trunks to 24 wards been finished about 4 months, whereby all the wards have the foul putrid air drawn out of them in their turns; upon making inquiry of Mr. Akerman the keeper, I have the fatisfaction to find that this ventilation is of great benefit to the health and lives of the prifoners: For, by compar ing the last 4 months with the like 4 months of the preceding years, it appears, that there died 7 in the 4 months to the end of last Jan. Whereas in the fame months of the fix preceding years there died 99; which is, at a medium, at the rate of between 16 and 17 every 4 months; fo that more than 9 lives every 4 months have been faved by this means.

Newgate has the peculiar difadvantage, above all other gaols, of having the infectious goal distemper brought there, by the great number of prifoners which come every feffions from other very nafty, noxious goals; an evil, which, it is to hoped, will for the future be prevented by ventilation and cleanlinefs.

Upon the like inquiry at the Savoy prifon, where ventilators were fixed near 4 years fince, by order of the Rt. Hon. Henry Fox, Efq; fecretary at war, I find they have enjoyed fo good health, that in 1749, of 200 men, but one died, and he of the fmall-pox: And in 1750, of 240, which were there 3 months, but 2 died. In 1751 none died; and in 1752 only one perfon died, who was a great glutton. Whereas, before the ventilators were put up, there often died 50 or 100, of the infectious goal diftemper: And this, notwithstanding they have not only a paved open area or court to walk in, which was washed thrice in a week in the evening, and the wards as often in the morning, in warm weather, and every 14 or 20 days in cold damp weather. Yet, before ventilation, the foul air of the wards, which became putrid by long continuance in a stagnant ftate, for want of being often changed for fresh air, became infecticus and deadly.

And what contributes the more to the prefent healthinefs of the place, is, that Mr. Hayward, the mafter of the prifon, continues with the fame care and zeal to keep it clean: And, the more effectually to cure the wards of any infection, he burns, as I have defired him, every fix weeks, two pounds of brimstone in the larger wards, and one pound in the fmaller. And Mr. Akerman informs me, that the wards in Newgate are cleaned every week.

Ven.