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A New Minuet for his MAJESTY's Birth-Day.

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Firft couple caft off one couple; caft off again below the third couple; cross over, caft up and turn; foot it, and hands four round at top. Firft couple fet corners with the top and bottom couples without turning; lead out on both fides, and turn each time.

ODE defigned for bis Majefty's Birth-day,

1750.

RECITATIVE, Mr. Wafs.
REAT patriot Prince!

GOF race fublime,

In whom the streams imperial meet
Of Brunswick and Plantagenet,
Heroick, in the rolls of time.

CHORUS.

Accept, in duty to the day,
The humble for the worthy lay.
AIR, Mr. Mence.

Not the fond mother's eye, from shore,
Can the high beating waves explore,
More anxious for a fon's return,
Than when to diftant realms remov'd,
With filial fond defire belov'd,

Our hearts for thee, AUGUSTUS, burn.
RECITATIVE, Mr. Beard.
Behold! behold! the feas and wind,
Bleft Britain, to thy vows are kind;
Again has CESAR touch'd thy fhore,
And fighing fadhefs is no more.
AIR.

When CESAR's prefence glads our eyes,
Our joyous funs more radiant rife;
Returning fprings embloom the field,
And happier harvefts autumns yield.
Not peace to harrafs'd worlds more dear,
Than after abfence CASAR here.

RECITATIVE, Mr. Wafs.
While Rome a Cefar lefs endear'd
Enroll'd among her Gods preferr'd,
The greatest good her fubjects faw,
Was the their Monarch's will was law.

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Had long the angler's skill defy'd; With pleasure nibbled ev'ry bait, And baulk'd his fure-expected fate : While felf-conceit inflam'd his breast, He, to himself, thefe lines addrefs'd: How wife am I to know my good! What cowards half the finny brood! I feaft on rarities at will; My fenfe evades the latent ill. He fpoke: impending in the brook, A Gentil wriggled on the hook; He nibb'd with caution, as before, The dainty tempted more and more: Grown bold, he fnap'd the rich repaft, And on the beard was caught at laft: -Compell'd to quit the liquid glass, He beat, till dead, the bending grafs.

So fares the Maid, whom love inspires With tender thoughts, and foft defires; To whom true virtue is unknown; That guardian of the fair alone. She may, a-while, fan up the flame, And not commit an act of fhame; But foon longs after farther fwects Purfues her with, and ruin meets: Does wifdom's blifsful precepts fhun, Nor fees her folly, till undone.

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S. Boyce. The Author of the following Lines, in June 1749, being at a Friend's Houfe in WindforForeft, retired to an adjacent thicket, and wrote extempore the following Soliloquy on Religion.

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Religion! bright as the meridian fun, Clear as the cryftal mirrour,-in ourselves, Diftinctly pours its radiant luftre forth; And beams its glories all creation round. Divinity is every-where diffus'd! Not circumfcrib'd, nor bound in walls of tone, Not limited to folemn mimic modes, To temples, palaces, or gilded towers, The mould ring rubbish of mechanic arts; Not tied to gravity, or charm'd by notes Of pleasing mufic, nor the voice of praife.

Here I have fat me down beneath this oak, This facred fhade,to contemplate religion. The voice of nature tells me what it is; 'Tis to adore one being omnipotent, Eternal, infinite, and Lord of all.

Thefe fprigs of grafs,this little infect worm,

-That crawling ant,-the vegetating juice Which forms that fhrub 3-that verdant tow'ring beach;

-That azure blue-behind that fable cloud
That space immenfe beyond the stretch of fight,
Our narrow comprehenfion circumfcrib'd!
All!-the great univerfe proclaims a God.

In humblenefs I proftrate here before him
In adoration; raise my raptur'd eye
In holy truth. Unfeen by human kind,
I pay obedience with a foul fincere,
Far from the vanities, and gewgaw pomp,
And tinfell'd luftre of the ambitious world,
The gilded baits to captivate the foul.

To me Divinity alone is prefent,
No other object to enfnare my thoughts
In humble contemplation.-I am loft:
This is the facred temple I would seek ;
This faithful adoration I will pay :
This tribute due to wisdom infinite.

A duty ftill remains, an arduous task:
A duty to my neighbour and my friend :
Juftice, humanity, and tender love;
Beneficence and virtue in myself.

Seek not from hireling Priefts, or outfide

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A RIDDLE.

"'M strait and handfome, fometimes very fine, AIL facred truth! In filk and filver often feen to shine. Not weakly credulous, or blind All down my breaft, I coftly jewels wear, to fenfe: To make ime pleafing to the curious fair: When, at their toilets, they for me will call,

Implicitly believing every tale

That nurses,

or the impofing Priefts, have Where I'm deny'd no liberties at all.
taught.

Leave thefe to infants and the idiot throng
To catch, and fwallow down, the fpecious bait
Of modes, and forms, and ceremonious tricks.

There the kind fair, encircled in my arms, All blufhing red, and melting into charms, Thinks it no crime, to take me to her breaft, To prefs, carefs, and--but you'll guess the rest. Thus,

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'Tis wealth, to have tranquillity of mind,
In that confifts the blifs of human kind.
Content!Thou great, thou univerfal good
So feldom known; fo little underflood:
In thee-the peasant, feeking only health,
Learns to contemn the fordid mifer's wealth.
Enough is raiment and fufficient food,
"Tis all the wealth by nature understood:
Whatever more we feek, we feek in vain ;
The more we covet, greater is the pain:
Like Tantalus; fix'd in the gliding stream,
The pleafing bleffing flies us like a dream.

See Gurio-thirsting o'er His ill-got wealth,
The glittering tinfel can't preferve his health:
But fee the inward tortures of his foul ;
The pangs, which in his guilt, his thoughts
controul.

Not fo when innocence and virtue join,
Calm in the flower of youth, or the decline;
Even when great nature fhall diffolve away
Virtue, unmov'd, the fummons shall obey:
Unknowing guilt, unconscious of a fear,
They meet eternity without a tear:
So innocent, fo fpotlefs, fo divine,
Be the laft moments of thy fpouse and thine.

Aude, Hofpes, contemnere opes.
Motte on Mr. Ds's Houses
Ontempt of wealth, is meaning to defpife,
And he who covets not, is counted wife.
But knowing to enjoy, when once attain'd,
That philofophic good has D-s gain'd.
Two different Receipts to cure thofe
fatal Distemper which now
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warm it, and put thereto a quarter of a pound of treacle or molaffes, and a quarter of a pint of distilled anifeed-water: ftir it well together, and give it the horfe at night after his ordinary food: the next morning give him a pail of warm water with a handful of oatmeal in it, and a mash of malt with a handful or two of beans; and let this be repeated, till the horse be cured. It will cure an ox or a COW

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Horfes which are afflicted with that rages amongst them.

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AKE of falt prunella two ounces; of the whiteft chalk and bole armoniac, of each one ounce; of camphire two drachms of emetic tartar four fcruples; of blue vitriol two fcruples: let the whole be rubbed in a mortar to a fine powder, and divided into four dofes; with one of which, mixed with a proper quantity of warm water, let the fuffering animal be drenched every night and morning.

Let the creature be kept warm, and drink and food be given, as fymptoms may indicate.

The Political State of Europe.

November 3. Arfawo, 08. 26. We have received advice from the Polish Ukraine, that the Haydamacks, who, it was thought, had entirely left that province, were returned in great numbers, and committed great outrages.

We hear from Bath, that there was a moft brilliant appearance on Thursday laft at the ball, in honour of his Majefty's birth-day; and that the fame evening the Mayor of the city put down the EO Table.- As foon as the news of it reached the coffee-room, Mr. CJ-s fpoke the following extempore epi"gram:

The day that gave great George his breath,
Gave likewife unto EO death
Lament not, E O, at thy fate,

That day has made thy exit great. On Wednesday night, about nine o'clock, a large party of foldiers and conftables, with pro

per warrants, entered the notorious gaming houfe behind the Hoop-Tavern in the Strand, and took thirty-fix perfons, and carried them all to the veftry-room of St. Martin's, where the Juftices were fitting for that purpose twenty-one of them were committed to the Gate-boufe, for want of bail, on Thurfday morning at two o'clock, and the others bound over on a recognizance of 80l. to appear at the next quarter-feffions, to anfwer fuch things as fhould be there alledged against them. The fine tables, which must have coft at least 200 were broke and chopped to pieces, and great part burnt. There were Oxford Scholars, Tem plers, Merchants, Officers, Jews, Life-guardmen, common Gentlemen, Footmen, Chair men, and others of the lowest rank, feveral of whom were taken out of the chimnies and coal-holes. Many of the principal inhabitants of St. Martin's (to their credit be it G poken

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