ON THE MUSIC BELLS PLAYING YESTERDAY FORENOON, PRIOR TO BROWN AND WILSON'S EXECUTION, ON THE DEACONS BE ING PRESENTED TO COUNCIL. ["Yesterday afternoon, John Brown and James Wilson were executed in the Grass-market, pursuant to the sentence of the high court of justiciary, for the murder of Adam Thomson in Carnwathmuir, and their bodies delivered to the professor of anatomy for dissection.-They were both only about 26 years of age: Brown was upwards of six foot high, and remarkably strong, and both of them were well-made. They had made several efforts to escape from prison, in which they were as often detected; but when they found every attempt vain, they seemed reconciled to their fate, and at last, by the assiduity and persuasive influence of the clergyman who attended them, they were brought to a sense of their guilt, and a confession of the crime for which they were condemned. At the place of execution Brown addressed the audience in a short but pathetic speech, and both of them behaved in a manner suitable to their unhappy circumstances."] HAPPY the folks that rule the roast! When man's condemn'd to suffer death Instead of psalms they quit their breath TO SIR JOHN FIELDING, ON HIS ATTEMPT TO SUPPRESS THE BEGGAR'S OPERA. [Sir John Fielding was a half-brother of the immortal novelist, and succeeded him at Bow Street. Although blind from infancy, he was a most active and energetic magistrate. His attempt to suppress the piquant Opera of good-natured Gay called forth a host of pamphlets, squibs, &c. &c. all long ago somnolent. Fergusson's admiration of Gay blinded his judgment. Sir John was a benevolent promoter of the Magdalen Hospital, the Asylum and Marine Society, and was in every respect an estimable and well-meaning man. He died in 1780.] When you censure the age, Be cautious and sage, Lest the courtiers offended should be; When you mention vice or bribe, 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries, it was levell'd at me. [BEGGAR'S OPERA. ACT II. Sc. x.] GAY. 'Tis woman that seduces all mankind. [Ibid. ACT I. Sc. 11.] FILCH. BENEATH What cheerful region of the sky But should old Grub her rankest venom pour, Even Justice Fielding signs the wise decree. Augusta trembles at the awful name; In vain, O Gay! thy muse explored the way Gave homely numbers sweet, though warmly strong; Thy manly voice and Albion's then were heard, 'Twas woman first that snatch'd the luring bait, The tempter taught her to transgress and eat; Though wrong the deed, her quick compunction told; She banish'd Adam from an age of gold. When women now transgress fair virtue's rules, When cropp'd, it falls, shrinks, withers, and decays, Hath this a power to win the female heart He gave the parent goddess all his days. O Queensberry!1 his best and earliest friend, All that his wit or learning could commend; Best of patrons! the Muse's only pride! Still in her pageant shalt thou first preside. 1 Charles, the proverbially good Duke of Queensberry, the Patron of Gay, was then [1773] alive with the weight of many summers on his honoured head. EPIGRAM ON SEEING SCALES USED IN A MASON LODGE. WHY should the Brethren, met in Lodge, The law laid down from age to age For it forbids them to engage With aught but line and plummet. TO DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON: FOOD FOR A NEW EDITION OF HIS DICTIONARY. Let Wilkes and Churchill rage no more, GREAT Pedagogue! whose literarian lore, The miracles by thee miraculiz'd, The Muse, silential long, with mouth apart RODONDO. |