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Cosey.Which, with your leaves, we'l ata To the new Comedy of · TOWN AND
gue before you. COUNTRY; or, WRICK is Best?"
Trot.-Now for che question
That is soon
express'd; * FASHION in every thing bears sov'reign
"The Town, Says the gay record of a peaceful day;.
And Country; And still, though dread convulsions shake the
.. Wbick Ball,
is best? Before her throne confticting nations fall. Trot.-Give me the Country--I shall trunHowe'er they else may differ, each agrees
dle down In full accord with her august decrees; Decrees she changes with the passing wind, Gosey.-- Yes. You leave your wife Yet all in turn a prompt obedience find.
in Town, E'en BRITAIN, that all other force disdains, Your back once turn'd, she'll spin away your Submits to her caprice, and courts her chains.
guineas; Shall then a Bard with rash presumption Then who's to bring you more? tow'r,
My spinning And dare rebel 'gainst her imperial pow'r?
Jennies. Yes let the subject world the sway confess
Cosey.-But tell me what the Country Of this wild Tyrant o'er the realins of Dress,
boasts! But let her baleful licence ne'er annoy
. Its hills, The sacred confines of domestic joy;
Dales, lawns, and groves, and streams fæ Ne'er tempt the husband wayward chance to
Walks through plougb'd fields, to circulate Where Ruin hovers o'er the fatal die; Or, wrapt in Gallantry's alluring 'guise, Cosey.- Curse Country dirı! The slighted wife's unguarded hour surprise;
And Ramon the When Fashion thus employs her direful art,
London mud! To warp the passions, and pollute the heart, I'm for green banks, far from the deafʼning The scenic Muse her empire should disown,
cries Indignant rise, and pull her from her throne; Of Dust-ho! Matches! Muffins! Sweep! And hence our zealous Bard, no stranger
Hot Pies! here,
E'en Sunday, though ic checks the week-day Attempts to check her in her mad carcer:
yell, Well may he hope to gain in such a cause, Can't save your ears from Milk! and MackWhat oft before has cheer'd him your ap
Cosey.--I'm for St. Mary Axe, remote from: Then aid his effort for so just an end,
sounds And Fashion may appear as Virtue's friend;
Of Bullocks, Mastiffs, Asses, Hogs, and So shall your kindness lead our rising youth
Hounds. To honest Nature, and to simple Truth. E'en Ploughmen, like their brutes, mar Sun
Taught, by their snuMing clerk, to twang a EPILOGUE TO THE SAME.
As to your banks, horever green they grow, Written by Mr. Colmen.
The Bank of England is the best I know. Enter Tror and Cosey (squabbling a little Trot.--Vying with us, can Town the before intering)
Country beat? Trot.-THERE's a dispute, good folks, What are the London Crops to Crops of between us two,
Your stocks yield cash; Ours punish vice and And smiling cried, sloch;
My lovely bride,
I'll soon return to theo.
Oh, Eren wyle,
l'n soon return to thee. 'Change Alley boasts not only Bulls, but Bears;
She hears the drum, the victors cry, In lieu of Fallow Deer, we've City Bucks,
Your laurels now prepare ; And frequently (I grant they're lame) we've
She views their march with eagor eyes Ducks;
Her lover is not there. While the west-end of London owns a breed
His knapsack blue, of
Shot thro' and chro',
And sighing cried,
Ah, luckless bride!
He'll ne'er return to thee. Place me, say 1, beneath my Country's Oaks;
Oh, Eren wyle, Where, while their leaves a sacred shade dis
He'll ne'er return to thee.
She hasten'd far away:
And wildly sings her lay.
My eyes I strain They form the Wooden Walls of Britain's
Across the plain, shore.
In hopes my love to see; Cosey Away with rural life! A life of My joy, my pride, voids!
Behold thy Bride,
Oh, Eren wyle,
Oh, sweet, return to me. I cry, Hail England's Patriotic Fund! Whose store a Nation's opulence imparts, Whose aim denotes a Nation's glowing hearts. Blest Wealth! that gives our wounded Tars
AMOROUS EFFUSION OF AN OLI relief, Or soothes their Widows' and their Orphans'
HAD I but wealth, beauty, and vigor of Tros.-Come, since the bulk of Britons
youth, shew snch spirit,
Fair Emma's affection to move, Ket's own both local Cuuntry houve their I'd woo the sweet maid in the accents of merit.
truth, Casey Strike hands! Agreed! Let Eng. With the ardor of juvenile love.
lishmea ne'er doubt on't, But stick together, in the Town, or out on't. But Venus ne'er smil'd at my birth; and the May unanimity ne'er be forgotten!
pride Thrive all our Trades!
Of beauty has never been mine. Trot.
Particularly Cotton! With a frown, niggard Fortune her boons has Cosey.-(coming forward).-Say, then, with
And dooms me ungifted to pine.
And we're easy:
With wrinkles has Time deeply furrow'd my
brow, My temples has frosted with grey, My bosom has chill'd with the coldness of
And my vigor impair'd by decay. Sung by Miss Tyrer, in the Comedy of Ah me! what remains, but to utter this Town and COUNTRY; or, Wbich is Best?
With fervor conceir'd in my heart-? LLEWELLIN, with his Patience dear, That Heaven propitious may smile on the Wasjoin'd in wedlock's baid:
Fair, 'When war's alarms assail his ear,
And bounteous each blessing impart.
May I live to behold her consign'd to the
Cf a younger, a happier swair,
More worthy, than I, to be blest with her On whom you might make a few solid re. charms,
flections, And bind her in Hymen's soft chain. And at last, void of fear, bestow all your
affections. Meantime to the maxims of prudence at. tent,
As thro' Life's vary'd road you are trudging And repressing untimely desire
along, Still silent and hopeless, let me be content Always shrink from the man that has got To listen to gaze to admire.
too mucb congue; SENEX. For tho' women, when noisy, are reckon'da
curse, Yet a man that's a scold is ten thousand
times worse. To Miss R. H. the Authoress of Tue MAN And seek not for him that's a slave to his TO MY MIND, which appeared in the
But for one that will love you instead of THO' the fashion the vows of a cheat may Whose looks and whose actions may always
impart And sanction a marriage divested of love; How soon all Felicity's dreams vill miscarry,
The feelings that glow in his eyes and his If Love should be out of the way when you
Who o'er misery's pang with benevolence No wonder, dear girl, it a task you should As he sheds a kind tear o'er the fate he
grieves, find, To discover at this day a man to your mind;
relieves, The times are much alter'a, 'mankind'ail And who thinks that the plenty that's seat
him by Heav'n, grown scurvy, And the world, as for it, it's turn'd quite
To the poor wretch in need, should in
mercy be giv'n. topsy-turvy.
When united for life to a husband like this, Some hundred years back no such thing as
Whose love and whose virtues will breathe deceit
in his kiss, Was practis'd in love by, the common or
As with transport you clasp him, you'll cer. great; But now, as of faith I'm a Christian receiver,
tainly find, Tis the fasbior to win a girl's heart, and That at last you have met with a man to your
C. B. B. then
leave her. If a Buck, as parading or lounging the street, Should an emblem of Innocence happen to
ELEGIAC STANZAS, meet, He addresses and quizzes her void of con
Written on the Approach of Winter, 1806. fusion,
By W. M. TV And thinks that his consequence sanctions intrusion.
(These Stanzas were printed incorrectly, and
without the Author's consent, in' La Belle When a Blade pays his court to a woman of Assemblik,' No. 11.).
fashion, By appearances dazzled, he whispers his BARE are the 'boughs where clust'ring fo. passion;
Jiage grew, But if once he discovers she only has merit, And loud the chilling wind howls o'er the He declines all attentions in future with
The hedge-row shines no more with morn
ing's dew, When a lovely young damsel's address'd by But falls, with heavy sound, the patt'ring a Spark,
rain. No matter if mercbant, man, master, or clerk;
Another Summer of my youth is gone, She will find, when her swains in rotation Nor left a trace to say it once was mine; have canted,
In Folly spent, its golden hours have flown, That it was not her beart, but her money Or lost at laughter-loving Pleasure's shrine. they wanted.
I fondly honed in coll the classic nage,
ADDRESSED TO MY SISTER.
Yet I had hop'd to form a reptur'd strain, O! had I known thee' known the feeling soul Might bid my memory triumph o'er the Which thus could wake Affection's dulcet tomb
lyre; But Genius flies from Pleasure's brawling Thou ne'er hadst felt Misfortune's harsh train,
controui, And seeks the shadowy glen ʼmid ev'ning's Nor Poverty have damp'd thy Muse's fure. gloom.
O! had I known thee! to my bosom prest; Tis hers to climb the mountain's craggy Thou shouldst have warbled many a lovesteep,
taught lay; And gaze upon the scene that glows around; Whilst I, reclin d upon thy swelling breast, To bend, astonishid, o'er the foaming deep, Had sigh'd the rapture which I could not
Or list with horror to the tempest's sound. 'Tis hers, reclis'd beneath the moon's pale And when thy feeling heart bad ceased to beam,
beat, To give the passing air a living form; No other love thy memory should profane; Or, wilder'd in Imagination's dream,
For in what breast do iby affections meet? To view the angry Spirit of the storm. Thy like, thou tender maid! wę ne'er
shall see again! Yet what avails her pow'r, her thoughts re
fin'd! They only give a keener sense of woe;
STANZAS ON MY OWN FATE. Far more sereneness feels the humble mind, Than they whose breasts with Genius' throbbings glow.
By W.M. TThen be it mine, amidst domestic joys, AH! sad, my dear, girl! are the thoughts To live retir'd, nor feel Ambition's flame:
which arise Its wild controul the bosom's peace destroys,
When I think on my days yet to come; And ardumus is the path which leads to When I think, where I hop'd to find unchange fame!
I shall meet with Misfortune's chill gioom, But happy he, with calm Contentment blessid,
Who gazes raptur'd on an infant train, Yes, yes, my Maria! too wel I can feel Clasping a lov'd Companica to his breast, That this breast is e'er.doom'd to know Who gives each pleasure zest, and soothes
sorrow; each pain.
That, heedless of wealth, to-day from me
shall steal, Be mine his hliss! in some sequester'd shade, Nor prudence provide for to-morrow. Far from the worid, its foll.es, and its crimes!
That the vot’ry of Fancy, to passion a slave, Be mine to mark life's latest shadows fade, With a heart that's unconscious of guile, Whilst Nature's lore my humble joy sube I shall e'er be the dupe of each mean pedlimes.
And the prey of each villain's dark wile. Tho' not forgot should be the simple lay, That oft hath chari'd misfortune's heavy That when, 'midst the crowd of dull mortals, . hour
to stray Suill, Poesy! I'd court thy heavenly sway, And seek riches should be my desire; Still should my willing bosom own thy I shall list to the sounds of the soul-thrilling power!
lay, Or strike the soft chords of my lyre. That too proud (with the hope of a ne'er
dying name) EL.EGY
At the shrine of the Great to importune,
Oficial Report, dated Elbing, Jan. 29. Passenheim, with their right toward
• THE intended junction between Eylau.' marshal Berpadoite and marshal Ney, • General L'Estocq is posted from the former of whom marched in the Saalfeldt to Reisenberg and Mariennight between the 24th and 25th from werder. Elbing, has been interrupted on the According to some reports, for the retreat of the latter near Mohringen, veracity of which we cannot, however, in consequence of the expeditious and altogether vouch, a large corps of Cosunexpected arrival of the combined sacks and Calmucks is shortiy to come Russian and Prussian corps. In the from Pillau, through the district of enemy's retreat near Mohringen, Lieb- Dantzic, to act against the insurgents' stadt, and Saalfeldt, 4,000 of them were The counsellor Theveust writes as taken prisoners, ten pieces of cannon, follows to the government of Dantzic, and two stands of colours, as well as His dispatch 's dated Marienwerder, the whole baggage of marshal Berna- January 27:-dette. The brave lieuto-general Von • On the 24th and 25th of January, Anrepp, however, of the Russian corps, two actions took place at Mohringen, has been killed by a musket ball. in which the divisions of Ney and ter
• Marshal Bernadotte has been driven nadotte were almost destroyed or disback, by the persevering advance of our persed, and the remains of the latter forces, into the forests of Strasburg, 20 officer's corps is cut off. Murat is leagues from Elbing; and marshal Ney wounded and taken, Bernadotte see to Przasnicz, in New East Prussia. verely wounded, Rapp killed, and
gea The former is completely surrounded; neral Fourbier made prisoner. but the latter has joined prince Murat, • Bonaparte is ill at Warsaw of a and the combined army will shortly nervous fever. The Polish insurgents give them battle. The Russian army are in a wretched condition. "Tinc con. is commanded by the general in chief tributions of Elbing, amounting to sixty Von Bennigsen, and consists of ten die thousand crowns, are re-taken at Mona visions, or upwards of 200,000 men, ringen, with the entire equipage of which will be joined in a fortnight by Bernadotte. Hersmapp Platou, with 20 pieces of The first are at Marienwerder; the riding artillery, and 30,000 Cossacks. Russians are at Culm; the blockade of
• Position of the ten divisions of the Graudentz is 'raised; the bridge of army :
Thorn has been carried away by the 'i. General Von Essen, with 40,000 ice, which renders the passage of the men, stands near Brochi and Wissocki, French across the Vistula very difficult. in Macomiecki, New East Prussia. Lannes has lost both his legs; 6,000
• 2. Major-general Sedmoratzky, with French are killed, and 4,000 wounded. 20,000 men, near Johannsberg, Clogs, The victory was obtained by the arris and Nickolaiken, between the lakes. val of the civo corps of Bennigsen and
• The remaining seven divisions, L'Estocq. A general engagement is which are fronted by two van-guards expected. General Victor, who has and a corps of cavalry, have their been made prisoner, is arrived at
into wing extended towards Neidenberg and zic.'