174 and the idol of the people; for a man of the most consummate wisdom, and the most untainted virtue; for an independent, difinterested, unbyaffed patriot, a friend to neither one party nor another, but equally juft and impartial to al, unwearied in fupporting those that do right, as indefatigable in oppofing thofe that do wrong; fhould there be found fome weak enough to believe all these extraordinary things of him; fhould there be others artful and defigning enough to flatter him, till he believes them of himself; fhould the former, from the high idea they have conceived of him, fuffer themselves to be led and directed entirely by him; fhould the latter, by impofing on his weakness and foothing his vanity, draw him in, to be led and directed entirely by them; fhould not the idol be ftripped of the falfe ornaments that his followers and flatterers have dreffed him up with, in order to undeceive the world, and fhew them what

a wooden God it is they worship?

I am fenfible there is no fuch perfon at prefent; and perhaps this age is too wife and too fagacious to be impofed upon by the most folemn appearances, or artful pretences to extraordinary fanctity and virtue, let the hypocrite act his part ever fo well; but fuch impoftors have been feen in the world, and fuch may arise again; and the experience of past times have fhewn us, that more mischief has been introduced, more distractions in states, and revolutions in government, have been occafioned, by the artifices of fuch deceivers, than by the ambition of Princes, or the intrigues of Minifters; and therefore it is a good work, and ought to be acceptable to all who wish well to their country, to warn them against the attempts of the former, if any fuch should hereafter; as against the attempts of the latter ; both may be equally fatal to the conftitution.

appear

Whofe golden rays gild ev'ry thorn,
And beautify each bush.

The fable night and noxious air

Are driven far away;

The blooming morn invites my fair
To rural fports and play.
With fhrilly Mattins every grove
Proclaims the rifing day;
Methinks the warblers oft have ftrove

To fay, Come, come away.

Then let us hafte to yonder dale,
Where Flora's gifts abound,
And there fhall mutual love prevail,
While odours breathe around.
There cooling zephyrs waft from far

The fragrance of each flower, While tuneful warblers charm the ear With notes of love's foft power. And we on eafy banks of flowers

Amidft the violets lean, Inclos'd within a pleasant bower Of flow'rets gay and green.

Pieces from the most celebrated Poets, &c.

While I admire thy form divine,
Thy charms refiftless prove;
Thy inward felf, thy noble mind,
Excites the fondeft love.

Then happy we in mutual blifs

for

W. J.

A RIDDLE, by Daniel Iliff, of L-r.
HEN e'er I work, I'm always

W cloath'd;

When idle, naked stand;
And boldly, I myself may say,
I'm useful to this land.
Naked 'tis true, I often am;

But, what will make you wonder
I'm often nak'd in winds and storms,
In lightning and in thunder:
For, where I am, I'm doom'd to ftand
All forts of ftorms and weather;
But all I want of you's my name,
For, faith, I don't mind either.

The

2.

Defpair and anguish fill my breaft,

Since I have loft my blooming rofe; I figh and mourn while others reft,

His abfence yields me no repofe : To feek my love I'll range and rove

Thro' ev'ry grove and diftant plain; I ne'er will ceafe but fpend my days, 'Till I hear from my darling fwain. 3.

I need not ftrange at nature's change,

Since parents fhew'd fuch cruelty;
Therefore my love from me does range,
And knows not to what destiny,
The pretty kids and tender lambs
Shall cease to sport upon the plain,
But they lament, in discontent,
For th' abfence of my darling fwain.
4.

Kind Neptune, let me you intreat

To fend a fair and pleasant gale;
Your dolphins fweet upon me wait,
For to convey me on your
tail.
May heavens bless me with fuccefs,

While croffing on the raging main;
And fend me o'er to that fame fhore,
To meet my lovely darling (wain.
5.

All joy and mirth, at our return,

Shall then abound from Tweed to Tay, The bells fhall ring, the birds fhall fing, To grace and crown our nuptial day. Thus bleft with charms in my love's arms, Once more my heart I will obtain; I'll range no more t'a diftant shore, But will enjoy my darling-fwain.

An ACROSTIC by C, F.

-OU lovely maid, where all perfections

YOU

meet,

As

GENTLEMEN,

s you bave obliged your Profe-Readers with the Hiftory of the Cofmogony from the best Authors, I hope you will oblige the poetically inclined with the following Extract from Milton.

The CREATION of the WORLD.
I faw the rifing birth

Of nature from the unapparent deep.
I saw when at his word this formless mass;
The world's material mould, came to a heap;
Confufion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood rul'd, ftood vast infinity confin'd;
Till at his fecond bidding, darkness fled,
Light fhone, and order from disorder sprung.
Swift to their fev'ral quarters hafted then
The cumbrous elements, earth, flood, air, fire,
And the ethereal quinteffence of heav'n
Flew upward, fpirited with various forms,
That roll'd orbicular, and turn'd to stars.
Each had his place appointed, each his course.
Thus God the heav'ns created, thus the earth:
Matter unform'd and void, darkness profound
Cover'd th'abyfs; but on the wat'ry calm
his brooding wings the Spirit of God out-
fpread,

And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mafs; but downward

purg'd

The black, tartareous, cold, infernal dregs, Averfe to life; then founded, then conglob'd Like things to like; the reft to fev'ral place Difparted, and between fpun out the air; And earth, felf-balanc'd, on her center hung. Let there be Light, faid God, and-forthwith light

Etherial, first of things, quinteffence pure, Sprung from the deep; and from her native Eaft,

To journey thro' the airy gloom began, Spher'd in a radiant cloud. And then God made

The firmament, expanfe of liquid, pure,
Tranfparent, elemental air, diffus'd

In circuit to the uttermoft convex
Of this great round.

Milton's Paradife Loft.

And many a trufty pimp and crony,
To Arddle-Dock for want of money.
Engag'd the constable to seize

All those who would not break the peace;
Nor give him back his own foui words,
Tho' fometimes Commoners or Lords :
And kept them prifoners of course,
For being fober at ill hours:

That in the morning he might free,
Or bind them over for his fee.
Made monfters fine, and puppet-plays,
For leave to practife in their ways.
Farm'd out all cheats, and went a fhare
With th' Headborough and scavenger,
And made the dirt i'the ftreets compound
For taking up the public ground:
The kennel and the King's highway,
For being unmolested, pay.

Let out the flocks, and whipping-poft,
And cage, to those that gave him moft.
Impos'd a tax on bakers ears,

And for falle weights on chandelers;
Made victuallers and vintners fine
For arbitrary ale and wine:

But was a kind and conftant friend
To all that regularly offend :
As refidentiary bawds

And brokers that receive ftol'n goods:
That cheat in lawful myfteries,
And pay church duties and his fees:
But was implacable and aukward
To fuch as interlop'd and hawker'd.
To this brave man the Knight repairs
For counsel in his law affairs;
And found him mounted in his pew,
With books and money plac'd for fhew,
Like neft-eggs to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.

To whom the Knight, with comely grace,
Put off his hat, to put his case:
Which he as proudly entertain'd,
As th' other courteously ftrain'd:
And to affure him 'twas not that
He look'd for, bid him put on's hat.

The PROLOGUE and EPILOGUE to
MEROP E.

Short!

Ye foes to thinking! and ye friends to sport! Make it no joke, when penfively diftreft, Sighs, in yon circle, fwell the beauteous breaft. Force to the finest face, fuch forrow lends : Pity and innocence, are bofom friends.

No Smile, but love's, fhou'd meet the teartouch'd eye,

Where, lodg'd on beauty, virtue's dew drops lie. But, when deep anguifh fhakes a feeling mind, How muft it ake,-for laughers beard behind! Why fhou'd men dream, that only mirth can please?

No jokeful wag e'er laugh'd off life's disease. Sickning to fadnefs, foon or late comes care; And he, who flies from thought, will meet defpair.

'Tis the pale coward's curfe, to ftart in vain ; And think poftponing is escaping pain. Courage, that weighs misfortune, finds it light 3 And, half-admitting, you difarm it quite. Oh, fave strong fentiments; approve their flame; And aid, with generous band, the mufe's claim, *To the Beaus.