rank to that of King, and knew little or nothing of the English titles and ranks, immediately opened their gates, and the guard turned out, and did him military bonours!

ON MRS. ROACH'S BEING DELIVERED OF TWIN SONS.

FOR three fucceffive nights paar Jonah lay

In belly of a whale, pent up at fea.

A wonder rare!—but fure it can't approach
To two fine boys-pent nine months in a Roach.

As

BOMBAZEEN.

S Jack, above a draper's fhop,
Saw written, "Bombazeen,"

"Here, Bet," fays he, I pray thee stop,
And tell what that may mean."

"It means fair lady's drefs," fhe cried,
"Who now go naked nearly,
For 't is fo thin, and drawn aside,
'Tis bum-be-feen moft clearly."

"That's true, dear Bet, it is no lefs,"

(Said Jack the fimple-hearted,)

"And bum-be-feen 's the mourning-drefs.
For modefty-departed.”

SLY BOOTS.

PLODDING verfus WIT:-AN EPIGRAM.

A

[From the Morning Poft.]

LAWYER grave, of fome renown,
Thus fpoke a brother of the gown-
"Believe me, Tom, though many a skull
From Nature's heavy, thick, and dull,

By

By downright plodding it may gain
More briefs by far than witty brain."

"Faith! that's the caufe," cried Tom, "why you Get many briefs, and I fo few !"

H.

LINES ON INCLOSING A LOCK OF HAIR IN THE COFFIN OF A DECEASED MOTHER.

[From the Morning Chronicle.]

OFFSPRING, dear mother, of thy womb;
To whom, long fince, I owe my birth;-
Thy fon refigns thee to the tomb,
And to our common parent-Earth.

This lock with filial love I give:
Within thy grave it fafe fhall lie :-
In mem'ry thou with me fhalt live;
With thee a part of me shall die!

Woburn.

THE WARRIOR.

BY OLD NICK.

Crede mihi, militat omnis amans.—OVID. Amor. Lib. 1.

ET others fing of fanguine Mars,

LE

Of deeds in arms, of glory's fears,

In thefe I would not shine;

Yet I'm a warrior, beauteous maid,
And thou fhalt find me not afraid
Of any fight of thine.

A noble thing it is, I've read,

To fleep with fame, in honour's bed;
And faith. I think it fine;

Yet how, fweet Emma, 't is, or why,
I cannot guefs, but, may I die,

I'd rather fleep in thine.

P.

Again,

Again, they tell of all the charms
Of glorious death, in victory's arms,
But never be it mine;

For, as I live, my lovely fair,
Though vanquifh'd, ftill I do declare,
I'd rather die in thine!

Woburn.

WHO

EPIGRAM ON KILLING TIME.

K1

ILL Time to-day, and, to your forrow,
He'll ftare you in the face to-morrow:
Kill him again, in any way,

He'll plague you still from day to day:
Till in the end, (as is moft due,)
Whom oft you kill-at last kills you!

EPITAPH ON RICHARD BROWN,

P.

SUDDEN

MISS

ANN

HANGED HIMSELF SOON AFTER THE DEATH QF HIS INTENDED. SPOUSE, COFFIN.

HERE lies Richard Brown, whofe griefs none could foften, And death he preferred, for love of a Coffin.

WHILE wits court the Mufes, their aid I disclaim,

In their smiles I won't vainly confide;

But friendship alone my infpirer fhall be,
And my feelings alone be my guide.

To Magnus Apollo let Bd bend the knee,
For on Bd he difdains not to fhine;
His Mufe let him feek on the far famous hill,
Thou, Charlotte, alone shalt be mine.

For

For he that don't fee in thy form, in thy mind,...
All the Graces, must be a fad dunce;

To thee, my sweet nymph, when the glafs gaily moves,
Why, we drink all the Mufes at once!

Each lover of merit to thee ought to pay
All the homage that 's due to the Nine:
And if 't were permitted an altar to raise,
How rich and how fplendid were thine!
Be mine the firft gift!-and accept it, O fair!
'Tis a heart I entreat thee to take;

'Tis guileless like thine, and as tranfparent too,
And can never deceive till it break;

Small emblem of friendfhip which glows in my breaft,
And as pure as in breast e'er was known;
And there thy fweet virtues recorded shall be
Till my heart is as cold as this flone!

W. J.

TO WJ,

WHO HAD PRESENTED THE AUTHOR WITH A HEART OF

DERBYSHIRE PETRIFACTION.

[From the fame.]

TAKE back thy heart, and let ine keep my own,
Till fomething better offers in exchange;
That thou fhouldft court it with a fenfeless stone,
I must confess to me is paffing ftrange.

For I would have a merry heart and light,
One yielding to the plaftic touch of love;
But this is heavy, and unfeeling quite,
To no impreffion will it ever move.

The toy may please fome antiquated dame,
On whom the frigid hand of time has prefs'd:
Give me a heart that glows with equal flame

To one I feel within my conscious breast.

C. G.

ON

ON PHYSICIANS AND LAWYERS.

FROM ANDOENUS.

ROM our weaknefs, ye Galens, your ftrength must arise ;.
Through our follies alone, you Juftinians are wife.

Two

BON MOT.

WO gentlemen of Bath, a few days fince, having a difference, one went to the other's door early in the morning, and wrote " Scoundrel" upon it; the other called upon his neighbour, and was anfwered by a fervant, that his master was not at home, but if he had any thing to fay, he might leave it with him." No, no," fays he, "I was only going to pay your master a civil visit, as he left his name at my door this morning."

LINES TO MY COY MISTRESS:

FROM THE SPANISH..

AH! Chloe, too well does your Corydon know,
That your bofom, to fair yet fo frigid, refembles,

In more points than one, two hillocks of fnow:
See Cupid close by how he shakes and he trembles;
And though he is naked, he feels not fo bold
To fly to a bofom he knows is fo cold!:

IMPROMPTU ON THE PRESENT FASHION OF THE LADIES WEARING MOB CAPS..

COLLECT your forces, gracious King,

For Fashion feems to spread her wing,,
And breathe malignant fobs;

Each manly breaft is fill'd with fear,

The foldier talks of danger near,

Now women go in mobs!

HORATION

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