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that if he find not his paffion grounded on a falfe foundation, and that he have a continuance of the fame hocerity, truth, and love to gage him; that then his reafon, his honour, and his gratitude may prove too strong for all changes of temper and inclination.

"I am a very great epicure, for which reafon I hate all pleafure that is purchased by exce's of pain. I am quite different from the opinion of men that value what is dearly bought; long expectation makes the bleffing always lefs to me, for by often thinking of the future joy, I make the idea of it familiar to me, and fo I lofe the great tranfport of furprize; it is keeping the fprings of defire fo long on the rack-befides any one of a creative fancy, by a duration of thoughts, will be apt to frame too great an idea of the object, and fo make the greater part his hopes end in a difappoint

ment.

"I am feldom troubled with what the world calls airs and caprices; and I think it is an ideo 's excufe for a foolish action, to fay it was my humour. I hate all little malicious tricks of vexing people for trifles, or teazing them with frightful Aories, malicious lies, ftealing lap-dogs, tearing fans, breaking china, or the like; I can't relish the jest that vexes another in carnest; in fhort, if ever I do a wilful injury, it must be a very great one.

"I am often melancholy, but feldom angry, for which reafon I can be fevere in refentment, without in juring my felf; I think it the worst office to my nature, to make myself uneafy for what another fhould be punifhed.

"I am eafily deceived, but then I never fail at aft to find out the cheat; my ove of pleasure and fedatenefs makes me very fecure, and the fame reafon makes me very diligent when I am alarmed.

to eafe that I cannot chearfully fix to any fludy which bears not a pleafure in the application, which makes me inclinable to poetry above any thing elfe.

"I have very little estate but what lies under the circumference of my hat; and fhould I by mifchance come to lose my head, I fhould not be worth a groat; but I ought to thank providence that I can by three hours ftudy live one and twenty with fatisfaction to myself, and contribute to the maintenance of more families than fome who have thoufands a year.

"I have fomething in my outward behaviour, which gives ftrangers a worfe opinion of me than I deferve; but I am more than recompenfed by the opinion of my acquaintance, which is as much above my defert.

"I have many acquaintances, very few intimates, but no friend, 1 mean in the old romantick way; I have no fecret fo we ghty, but what I can bear in my own breaft; nor any duels to fight, but what I may engage in wi hout a fecond; nor can I love after the old romantick

difcipline. I would have my pas fion, if not led, yet at leaft waited on by my reaf n; and the greatest proof of my affection that a lady must expect is this; I would run any hazard to make us both happy, but would not for any tranfitory pleasure make either of us miferable.

"If ever, madam, you come to know the life of this piece as well as he that drew it, you will conclude that I need not subscribe the name

to the picture."

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dull farce over and over, and when it is attended with pain and poverty, I have to natural a propenfitydinceltics and diftrefs, it affords a

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Enigmatical Solutions and Queflions.

melancholy profpect indeed, till the
friendly hand of death drops the
curtain and clofes the scene for ever.
Happy, thrice happy is the man
who in that tremendous moment,
has the pleafing confolation against
the fears of diffolution, to look back
on a life well fpept, which alone
can afford him any hopes of a happy
immortality; he may then by true
faith and fincere repentance, through
the merits of a merciful redeemer,
look forward to the bleffed hopes of
everlasting life.

Twickenham.

W. H.

605

2. One third of a beautiful winged infect, half the mother of Helen,

and a confonant.

3. Thirty, and half a man's Chriflian name,

4. Half a tree, and a vowel. 5. Three fevenths of a wild flower, half a metal, and one fourth of a city. W. B. R.

Enigmatical Lift of PLAYS.

1. A beast, two thirds of a mea. fure, half of man's Christian name, two thirds of a French wine, a

Solution to the Enigmatical List of vowel, and a beast inverted.

FRUIT, P. 550.

1. Peach. 2. Apricot. 3. Orange. 4. Plumb.

An Enigmatical Lift of STREETS
and COURTS in Soho, London.

I, A place of worhip.
2. A man's Chriftian name.
3. A great perfonage.

4. A town in the Ifle of Wight.
5. A reverend perfon.

6. Three fifths of what grows in
hedges, and part of a candle.

7. What Jews often fwear by, changing the first letter, and where loyalty refides.

8. Part of a lock, and the twenty fourth part of a day, taking away the first letter.

9. The reverfe to narrow.

10. What cattle eat, a vowel, a ferpentine letter, and a feat of juf tice,

SOPHIA.

Enigmatical Lift of POETS.

1. Three fourths of a useful en

gine, and fashion.

2. Two fold, a town in Kent, and two thirds of a mistake.

3. A heavenly virtue, changing the first letter.

4. A bird, changing a vowel, and one third of a man's Chriftian náme.

5. A domestic beast, and a vowel.

W. B. R.

Enigmatical Lift of NOVELS.

1. Half a god, one third of a month, a confonant, the Scotch faint, and one third of the main.

2. A Spanish title, three fifths of expert, a beast inverted, and two thirds of a number.

3. Three fourths of a small wine measure, half a colour, and two ninths of a vegetable.

4. A beaft, changing the firft letter, and a vowel.

5. An inftrument of chaftifement, a vowel, an Indian corn, changing the last letter, five fevenths of a character in Douglas, and a confo

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47. I doubt, fir, your Pegafus is

but a hack...

M Car. Why, troth! I've been fpurring in vain for this week. Ah! Could could I but write half as well as ye speak! [Borus. But no! Not a theme can I find for the mufe!

Aa. Pihaw! lord, fir, five hundred!
You have but to choose !

[With great volubility. The ferious, the folemn, the pleasant, the witty, Election, ftockjobbing, court, country, or city;

The Auftrians, the Spaniards, the
Turks, or the Ruffians,
The manning of fleets, or the marching
of Pruffians ;

The rights of the people, the wrongs of the nation,

Bruffels, Botany Bay, or the French Fœderation.

M'Car. Ye've glanc'd at a topic, which wad ye purfue

"Change Alley

Ad. Lame ducks? Oh, I have them in view.

The uproar's begun! Hark! Ineffable din!

[Changing to the chant of different peakers. "Five Eighths, Long Annuities !"Here!" Who buys in ?"

ESSAY S.

Bank Stock'-" Navy Bills"—" Irisk Tickets at four !'

"I'll do them at three" Well, how many!" Five score."

Pale, panting, and breathlefs, lo! here comes a bull!

"Sugar Iflands !".

Of lies ready coin'd, with his mouth brimming full! - What!' "Taken!"- All - News came to-day!"

"Sure?'-"Certain !"

Thank Heaven! Rare tidings! Hurray!'

The hubbub increases, poft hafte

enter Bear! fpair! His face is the picture of rage and deFaft round him they flock!" Hey?" The Meffenger!'-" Well?" "We're ruin'd!" How ?"

"Peace!" Peace! Flames! Fury! and Hell!"

M'Carnock. (In raptures at her að-
ing.)

Ah! Maidam, ye ken them! The rep-
tiles! They'd dance
At the ruin of England, the flavery of
France!

Or all that plague, paftilence, famine prefent,

So they could but make half a quarter per cent!

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Wal, ye're in the city, an ye wad | But now, alas! no more the trips the

but ftay

To the feaft and the dance

A&. Oh! Ay! Lord Mayor's Day! Where Deputy Dripping the dinner adorns, [horns!

And opens the ball to a full band with His wife fresh from Margate, from raffling and dipping,

Applauds as he puffs

There! Well

faid Dippy Dripping!

"I vow to my God he's as light as a feather!

"How he and Mifs Marrowfat hop up together!

"Oim now grown quite copulent, else you fhould fee, [me! “For all he's fo lifum, he's nothing to "I moves with a grace, and a swim, and a fall!.

“And I makes the best curtfhee that's

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plain,

No more her charms to wound the heart have pow'r ;

She like the rofe enjoy'd' a fhort liv'd reign,

Alike the tranfient beauty of an hour!

Her rip'ning charms were op`ning to their prime,

{day, Like fragrant flow'rs expanding to the When Death infatiate, as before his time,

Infidious flole and hurried her away.

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The author, who was a cotemporary with Chaucer, having feduced the wife of a perfon named Cynvrig Cynin, was rigorously profecuted by the injured hufband, and fined in a heavy penalty; which not being able to pay, he was imprisoned. In fuch efteem, however, was the bard held by his countrymen, that the county of Glamorgan releafed him, by dif- | charging the fine. To teftify his gratitude for fuch a generous act of friendship, he compofed the following ode, wherein he invokes the fun to exert his divine influence over that hofpitable country.

WHILE Summer reigns, delightful

Sun!

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To fair Morganug's diftant clime.

The fairest planet thou, that flies, By God's command, along the fkies! Immenfe and pow'rful is thy flame! Thou to the fabbath giv'ft thy name! From thy firft rifing in the East, How great thy journey to the Weft!, And tho at night we fee thee lave Thy fheeny locks in ocean's cave; Th' enfuing morn thy steps we fpy, Advancing up the eastern sky.

O thou with radiant glory crown'd! Thy beams are fcatter'd wide around; 'Tis from thy ample orb fo bright, The Moon receives her filver light; Great ruler of the fky, thy force Controuls the planets in their course; Thou gem, in the th' empyrean set, Fountain of light and fource of heat.

North Wales. ŷ Glamorgan.

Before all planets thee I prize, Bright ornament of fummer skies; O deign, with influence divine, On fair Morganug's plains to shine; Where thy all feeing eye may trace, A manly and a generous race, From Gwent, for valiant men renown'd, To Neath, with royal forefts crown'd.

For Gwilym's fake, a gifted bard, Protect her hills and verdant plains, Her vineyards claim thy firft regard; From whirlwinds and o'erflowing rains, Nor froft, nor long continued fnow, Let fweet Morganug ever know; No April months her bees deftroy, No blights her Autumn fruits annoy; But o'er her bright vales through the

day,

Th' effulgence of thy light difplay, And court them still, in modest pride, With gentler beams at even tide.

Return and like a bridegroom dreft, Again illume the rofy eaft; Again my love a hundred times Bear to Morganug's pleafant climes. Greet all her fons with happy days, And gild their white domes with thy

rays;

Their high woods waving to the gales, Their orchards and their fertile vales.

Great Sun, how wond'rous are thy ways! Through ether dart thy warmest rays; Profufely frew thy bleffings round, Let honey and the vine abound. Through all her vales-for chieftains fam'd,

And commons, virtuous and untam'd;
Thofe vales fo eminently bleft,
Whofe fons are brave, whofe daughters

chafte.

Thofe vales, where hofpitable fare, Difplays th' induftrious housewife's care. Where oft by love and friendship borne, With wine and mead I fill my horn.

A name immortal fhall belong
To those sweet vales in Gwilym's fong
When fair Morganug fhall be feen,
Of every country-peerless queen.

Were hofpitality denied,
And fpurn'd by all the world befide,
Still there, in every fplendid dome,
The lovely gueft would find a home.
And fhould the bard of lofty lays,
Perchance have fall'n on evil days,
Morganug, foother of his pains,
Would cherish his immortal ftrains.

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