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who gives her a bottle, he pretended he had bought of Mr. Partridge, the conjurer. This, said he, I gave ten guineas for. The virtue of the enchanted liquor (said he that sold it) is such, that if the woman you marry proves a scold (which, it seems, my dear niece, is your misfortune; as it was your good mother's before you), let her hold three spoonfuls in her mouth for a full half hour after you come home-but I find I am not in humour for telling a tale; and nothing in nature is so ungraceful as story-telling against the grain; therefore take it as the author has given it to you*,



Miss Molly, a fam'd Toast, was fair and young,
Had wealth and charms-but then she had a tongue!
From morn to night th' eternal larum run,
Which often lost those hearts her eyes had won.

Sir John was smitten, and confess'd his flame,
Sigh'd out the usual time, then wed the dame;
Possess'd, he thought, of ev'ry joy of life;
But his dear Molly prov'd a very wife.
Excess of fondness did in time decline,
Madam lov'd money, and the knight lov'd wine:
From whence some petty discord would arise,
As, "You're a fool!”—and, "You are mighty wise!"
Though he and all the world allow'd her wit,

Her voice was shrill, and rather loud than sweet;
When she began, for hat and sword he'd call,
Then after a faint kiss cry, "B'ye, dear Mull:
Supper and friends expect me at the Rose,"
"And what, Sir John, you'll get your usual dose !
Go, stink of smoke, and guzzle nasty wine:
Sure, never virtuous love was us'd like mine!"
Oft as the watchful bellman march'd his rounds
At a fresh bottle gay Sir John he found.

By four the knight would get his business done,
And only then reel'd off-because alone;
Full well he knew the dreadful storm to come ;
But, arm'd with Bourdeaux, he durst venture home.

* Thefe veises are by Mr. William Harrison.

My lady with her tongue was still prepar'd,
She rattled loud, and he impatient heard:
"'Tis a fine hour! in a sweet pickle made!
And this, Sir John, is every day the trade.
Here I sit moping all the live-long night,
Devour'd with spleen, and stranger to delight;
'Till morn sends staggering home a drunken heast,
Resolv'd to break my heart, as well as rest."

"Hey! hoop! d'ye hear my damn'd obstreperous spouse; What, can't you find one bed about the house?

Will that perpetual clack lie never still?

That rival to the softness of a mill !

Some couch and distant room must be my choice,
Where I may sleep uncurs'd with wife and noise."
Long this uncomfortable life they led,
With snarling meals, and each a sep❜rate bed.
To an old uncle oft she would complain,
Beg his advice, and scarce from tears refrain.
Old Wisewood smok'd the matter as it was;
"Cheer up!" cry'd he," and I'll remove the cause.
"A wond'rous spring within my garden flows,
Of sovereign virtue, chiefly to compose
Domestic jars, and matrimonial strife;
The best elixir t' appease man and wife :
Strange are th' effects, the qualities divine;

'Tis water call'd, but worth its weight in wine.

If in his sullen airs Sir John should come,

Three spoonfuls take, hold in your mouth-then mum.
Smile, and look pleas'd, when he shall rage and fcold;
Still in your mouth the healing cordial hold:
One month this sympathetic med'çine try'd,
He'll grow a lover, you a happy bride.

But, dearest niece, keep this grand secret close,
Or every prattling hussy 'il beg a dose."

A water bottle 's brought for her relief;
Not Nants could sooner ease the lady's grief:
Her busy thoughts are on the trial ben',
And, female like, impatient for th' event.

The bonny knight reels home exceeding clear,
Prepar❜d for clamour and domestic war;

Entering, he cries, "Hey! where's our thunder fed!
No hurricane! Betty, 's your lady dead ?'"

Madam, aside, an ample mouthful takes,
Curt'sies, looks kind, but not a word she speaks;

Wondering, he star'd, scarcely his eyes believ'd,
But found his ears agreeably deceiv'd.

"Why how now, Molly, what's the crotchet now?"
She smiles, and answers only with a bow.
Then, clasping her about, "Why, let me die!
These night-cloaths, Moll, hecome thee mightily !"
With that he sigh'd, her hand began to press,
And Betty calls, her lady to undress.

"Nay, kiss me, Molly-for I'm much inclin'd.”
Her lace she cuts, to take him in the mind:
Thus the fond pair to bed enamour'd went,
The lady pleas'd, and the good knight content.
For many days these fond endearments past,
The reconciling bottle fail at last;

'Twas us'd and gone-then midnight ftorms arose,
And looks and words the union discompose.
Her coach is order'd, and poste-haste she flies,
To beg her uncle for some fresh supplies;
Transported does the strange effects relate,
Her knight's conversion, and her happy state!
"Why, niece," says he, "I prythee apprehend,
The water's water-be thyself the friend.
Such beauty would the coklest husband warm;
But your provoking tongue undoes the charm:
Be silent and complying; you'll soon find,
Sir John without a med'cine will be kind."

St. James's Coffee-house, April 13.

Letters from Venice say, the disappointment of their expectation to see his Danish Majesty has very much disquieted the Court of Rome. Our last advices from Germany inform us, that the Minister of Hanover has urged the Council at Ratisbonne to exert themselves in behalf of the common cause, and taken the liberty to say, That the dignity, the virtue, the prudence of his Electoral Highness, his master, were called to the head of their affairs in vain, if they thought fit to leave him naked of the proper means, to make those excellences useful for the honour and safety of the empire. They write

from Berlin of the thirteenth, O. S. That the true design of General Fleming's visit to that Court was, to insinuate that it will be for the mutual interest of the King of Prussia and King Augustus to enter into a new alliance; but that the Ministers of Prussia are not inclined to his sentiments. We hear from Vienna, that his Imperial Majesty has expressed great satisfaction in their High Mightinesses having communicated to him the whole that has passed in the affair of a peace. Though there have been practices used by the agents of France, in all the Courts of Europe, to break the good understanding of the allies, they have had no other effect, but to make all the members concerned in the alliance more doubtful of their safety from the great offers of the enemy. The Emperor is roused by this alarm, and the frontiers of all the French dominions are in danger of being insulted the ensuing campaign. Advices from all parts confirm, that it is impossible for France to find way to obtain so much credit, as to gain any one potentate of the allies, or conceive any hope for safety from other prospects.

From my own Apartment, April 13.

I find it of very great use, now I am setting up for a writer of news, that I am an adept in astrological speculations; by which means I avoid speaking of things which may offend great persons. But, at the same time, I must not prostitute the liberal sciences so far, as not to utter the truth in cases which do not immediately concern the good of my native country. I must therefore contradict what has been so assuredly_reported by the news-writers of England, That France is in the most deplorable, condition, and that their people die in great multitudes. I will therefore let the world know, that my correspondent, by the way of Brussels, informs

me upon his honour, That the gentleman who writes the Gazette of Paris, and ought to know as well as any man, has told him, that ever since the King has been past his sixty-third year, or grand climacteric, there has not died one man of the French nation who was younger than his Majesty, except a very few, who were taken suddenly near the village of Hockstet in Germany; and some more, who were straitened for lodging at a place called Ramilies, and died on the road to Ghent and Bruges. There are also other things given out by the allies, which are shifts below a conquering nation to make use of. Among others it is said, There is a general murmuring among the people of France, though at the same time all my letters agree, that there is so good an understanding among them, that there is not one morsel carried out of any market in the kingdom, but what is delivered upon credit.

N° 3. SATURDAY, APRIL 16, 1709.

Quicquid agunt bomines.

noftri eft farrago libelli.

JUV. Sat. 1. 85, 86.

Whate'er men do, or say, or think, or dream,
Our motley paper feizes for its theme.

Will's Coffee-house, April 14.


THIS evening the comedy called the Country Wife was acted in Drury-lane, for the benefit of Mrs. Bignell. The part which gives name to the play

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