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Friday, November 12. .
Virg. Georg. 2. v. 369.
-Exert a rigorous swej,
are written to me under the character of Spritartir, and which I have not made use of, were published in a vou lume, they would not be an unentertaining collection. The variety of the fubj.ets, stiles, untiments, and informations, which are transmitted to me, would lead a very curious, or very idle reader, insensibly along, through a great 1..ny pages.
I know some authors, who would pick 1 secret history out of such materials, and make a bookisciler an alderman by the copy. I shall therefore carefully pre serve the original papers in a room fel apart for that pur. porc, io ine end that they may be of service to posterity; but shall at present content myself with owning the receipt of fereral letters, jaizly come to my hands, the alithors whereof are impatient for a infier,
CLARISSA, whose letter is dated from Cornill, de· fires to be eased in some fcruples relating to the skill vi strologers. Referred to the dumb man for an answer.
3.6. who proposes a love-case, as he calls it, to the love-casuist, is liereby desired to speak of it to the minister of the parish; it being a case of conscience.
The poor young lady, whose letter is dated October 26, who complains of a harsh guardian, and an unkind brother, can only have my good wishes, unless she pleases to be more particular.
The petition of a certain gentleman, whose name I have forgot, famous for renewing the curls of decayed periwigs, is referred to the censor of small wares.
The remonftrance of T.C. against the profanation of the Sabbath by barbers, shoe-cleaners, ésc. had better be offered to the society of reformers.
A LEARNED and laborious treatise upon the art of fencing, returned to the author.
To the gentleman of Oxford, who delires me to insert a cory of Lustin verses, which were denied a place in the uni: erlity-bocks. Answer, Agnumque prematur in an
To my learned correspondent who writes against maters gowns, and poke-fleeves, with a word in defence of large scarves. Answer, I refolve not to raise animofities amongst the clergy.
To the lady, who writes with rage against one of her own sex, upoa the econnt of party-warmth. Answer, Is not the 1: 1: ihe writis against reckoned handsome ?
I DESIRE. Ï_m Truicce vi ho ferids me a fonnet upon his mistress, with a defire to print it immediately) to consider that it is long since I was in love.
I SHALL anfvir a very profound letter from old riiend the upholiterer, who is itill inquititive whether the ing of Satchen be living or dead, by whispering him in ter, That I bulieve be is alive.
Let ir D.lgeruil consider, What is that long story of the cuckoldom to me?
in the caruift defire of Honiinia's lover, who declares jinfulf cry penitent, he is recorded in my paper by the nanie of The faithful Cuflulio.
The petition of Charles Gorkfure, which the petitioner tiles very roufonablı.-- Rejuetel.
The memorial of Philander, which he desires may be · dispatched out of hand.-Poitponed.
I DESIRE S. R. not to repeat the expression under the fun fo often in his next letter.
The letter of P.S. who desires either to have it printed entire, or committed to the Hames, Not to be printed entire.
Monday, November 15.
Hic vir, hic eft, tibi quem promitti fepills auilii.
Virg. A.n.6. v.791,
Behold the prince oft promis'd you before!
AVING lately presented my reader with a copy of
nicate to him an excellent specimen of the true: thougir it hath not been yet published, the judicious reader will readily discern it to be the work of a master : and if he hath read that noble poem on The prospect of the peace, he will not be at a loss to guess at the author.
THE ROYAL PROGRESS.
WHEN Brunswick first appear’d, each honest heart,
Intent on verse, disdain'd the rules of art;
And fills th' infernal region with alarms ;
By longir.g irations for the throne designi'd, And call'd to gucrd the rights of human kind;
With secret grief his god-like soul repines,
Through siately toruns, and 11.01.y a fertile plain,
In Haga's tow’rs he waits, till eatern gales
But see! to Britain's ifle the squadrons stand, And leave the sinking towers, and lefening land. The royal bark bounds o'er the floating plain, Breaks through the billows, and divides the main,
O'er the vast deep, great monarch, dart thine eyes,
Still is it thine ; though now the chearful crew
As in the flood he fails, from either side
The fun now rolling down the western way,
Welcome, great stranger, to our longing eyes,