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Bane to our bliss, no more the wrinkled face
Beauty's bewitching circles shall disgrace ;
But see the reigning toast half kind, half coy,
Her rivals' envy, and her lover's joy,
Skilld to allure, to charm us, and beguile,
In all the bloom of eighty sit and smile!
Thus shall each Belle a lovely L'Enclos prove,
Drive boys of future cent’ries mad with love;
The marriage table its degrees extend,
And to our great, great grandmother ascend.
Poor Pope, who griev'd

i that Life could scarce supply “ More than to look about him, and to die,” Had he but flourish'd in these Halcyon days, Might long have bid Life's little candle blaze, Have grown straight, handsome, brisk, and debonnair, The Muses' favourite, favourite of the Fair! Happy the Poet's lot, who can prolong, Till time shall be no more, his deathless song; And live himself to see his swelling name Roll, like a snowball, gathering all its fame! Happy, thrice happy he, who at his will Can drink of Life's sweet cup his constant fill; * Who, if excess of oxygene create Symptoms, which lean consumption indicate,

may be acquired over living as is at present exercised over some inanimate bodies; and that not only the cure and prevention of diseases, but the art of protracting the fairest season of life, and rendering health more vigorous, will one day half realize the dream of Alchemy!”-Beddoes's Letter to Darwin, p. 29.

* Dr. Beddoes, in a little tract addressed to the Author of this Epistle, entertains us with a long history of how he made himself very lean, very fair (bis complexion having been before of an uniform brown), very pretty, and very consumptive, by the use of a certain “ Cosmetic" called Oxygerous Air ; and how he afterwards cured himself of the said Leanness and Consumption at his

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A sure specific can procure with ease,
Rich cream and butter from his herd of trees ;
Or if he find excess of * hydrogene
His body load with fat, his mind with spleen,
True health and vigour to restore, can take
From some regenerate cak a savoury steak,
Sliced off the slaughter'd monster's quondam stump,
Converted now into a real rump,
And, blest with an accommodating maw,
Devour the luscious bit, red, recent, raw!

Now rise, my Muse, and, warm with rapture, dart
From men to manners, fancy to the heart.”
Transporting sight! to view the sons of Pride
Their little heads with shame and sorrow hide,
Ranks and distinctions cease, all reeking lie
In the mean muck of low Equality!
Favourites of freedom, sons of frisky France,
Who never learnt like British bears to dance,
And, while their Premier's humdrum bagpipes sound,
Led by the nose, jog growling round and round;
But more like monkeys, airy, light, and gay,
Pleas'd on your master's head to skip and play;
Ye pious Atheists, Moralists, who deem
The Christian's Heaven and Hell an idle dream,
Delighted to deride all vulgar fears
Of Beelzebub's black claws, cropt tail, and ears,
With manly scorn and dignity to tread
On prostrate Superstition's hoary head;

Friend's, Quaker Reynolds's, in Colebrook Dale, by a diet in which Butter and Cream bore the largest proportions, See pages 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, and 55.

* To prevent our sailors from growing fat, and afterwards falling into the scurvy (of which obesity, we are informed, is the first symptom), Dr. Beddoes proposes that the jolly tars should eat their food raw ! Observations, p. 60.

Who, foes to power despotic, dare defy
The King of Kings, that bugbear of the sky;
Dreading for present crimes no future rod,
Self-praise your worship, vanity your God;
Oh how my eyes with tears ecstatic fill,
What new felt transports through my bosom thrill,
When I behold you with gigantic blow
The pigmy pride of Royalty lay low,
With pikes and guns this moral dogma teach
Virtue consists in nudity of breech!

Soon shall we view no more the glittering things
“ Bestarr'd, begarter'd, and befool'd by kings ;"
The pretty twinklers that so sweetly shone,
And deem'd their lovely lustre all their own!
No more the despot view, whose mighty nods
Shook nature, and proclaim'd him God of Gods;
Drunk with applause who rais'd his rolling eyes,
And seem'd, whene'er he mov'd, to tread the skies!
Despis’d, detested, all shall wing their flight,
And sink, no more to rise, in endless night!
Arm'd with a bristled end and glittering awl,
Behold a minor Monarch in his stall !
No circling gold his royal brow surrounds,
A yard of room his sphere of action bounds;
His sole ambition and his prime pursuit,
With skill a shoe to patch, to stitch a boot !
Nor deem his fate severe! The time may come
When many a pious King in Christendom,
Dash'd from his throne, and made dame Fortune's fool,
Shall envy little Capet's cobbling stool!

Mark with the Peer and Prince the * canting priest, Forbidden on his country's fat to feast,

* “ It is a law of human nature, the less of ecclesiastical in. Auence, the less of deadly animosity among men,"mor" It is rea

While peace looks down sweet smiling on the swains,
And untax'd Plenty crowns the fruitful plains !
No more that lazy lubbard shall we pay,
With phiz so farcical to preach and pray;
No more behold that harpy of the land
Lay on our largest sheaves his greedy hand;
With Bigotry's black banner wide unfurl'd,
Fright into gothic ignorance the world :
But truth and light shall come, with hostile rage,
“ To drive the holy Vandal off the stage.”
See tythes expire, and ancient slavery fail;
Proud Superstition turn her vanquish'd tail;
No zealous Minister the Church befriend,
But all her sorceries with the Beldame end :

sonable to presume that the majority of French Priests in England partake of the spirit of their brethren; and to a large portion of the popish priesthood, Christianity is believed, upon good grounds, to be as much foolishness as it was to the Greeks. Their faith in the advantages of the immense emoluments which those Reverend Robbers, their predecessors, had extorted from superstitious Barbarians, never suffered any abatement; hence probably that conduct to which their sufferings are to be imputed.”— I'hrough all the calumny that has been vomited forth against the French, the most injured and most enlightened people upon earth, it is easy to discern some advantages which the nation owes to Liberty-Tythes, the accursed relic of Popery, have been abolished.-France is parged not only from Ecclesiastical Drones, which consumed the sweetest honey of the hive, but also from the monstrous debauchery of the richer, and the beggarly insolence of the poorer No. blesse.”—Dr. Beddoes's admirable Reasons for believing the Friends of Liberty in France not to be the Authors and Abettors of the crimes committed in that country; humbly addressed to those who from time to time constitute themselves Judges and Jury upon affairs public and private, and, without admitting any testimony but the gross lies of Beldame Rumour, damn their neighbours individually, and the rest of the world by the lump; the celebrated hand-bill circulated in Shropshire, which eventually occasioned his resignation of the Chemical Chair in the University of Oxford.

Lo! Babylon is fallen ! That mystic
That sink of wickedness, is now no more!
Great Babylon is fallen! Shout, shout, ye meads!
And, oh! ye corn-fields, wave your happy heads!
Ye lovely lambkins, strain your feeble voice,
And with your dams in loudest Baas rejoice!
Calves, join your notes to swell the gladdening sound !
Cows, let your lowings from the skies rebound !
Prolific ducks, quack mid the mighty noise!
Hens, more prolific, cackle out your joys !
And
ye, oh! swine, lift up your

little

eyes, With rapture riot round your rotten styes ! Stretch your triumphant throats, and strive to make The frighten'd welkin with your gruntings shake!

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Written in a LADY's POCKET-Book, 1761. Whilst hour to hour and day succeeds to day, And weeks, and months, and longer years decay; May'st thou, my favourite, and my friend, employ Each hour in happiness, each day in joy! May weeks, and months, and years those joys increase With health, (best blessing) and domestic peace! Whilst here thy actions mark’d on every page Shall teach employment to a future age. Here every page shall amiably declare Thy mind, thy manners, like thy person fair.

F. N. C. MUNDAY, ESQ,

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