ed me, after he was gone, that he was a private gentleman of fortune, in Hatton Garden, who played only to amufe himself and his friends. He plays on two violins at once, and has played at lord Coventry's before feveral of the nobility. Mr. Stanley, the organiit, has heard him I find, but it was only through fome of his friends, whofe folicitations he was too good-natured to refufe. I am fure the lovers of raufic, whether male or female, would be highly entertained to hear him. I think it is a pity that he does not play in public, though he has a fortune, because it would be quite a novel entertainment, as agreeable and furprifing, as it is uncommon and diverting.

MELODIA.

Enigmatical Lift of CAFES in SFANISH AMERICA.

1. The staff of life, three-fourths of a bird, a vowel, and half of the governor of Venice.

2. A foreign beaft, changing a letter, and a negative reverfed.

3. Two-thirds of a male, and half of a female.

4. Two-fifths of a woman's Chriftian name, one-fourth of a spice, a monefyllable, a confonant, a diphthong, and a ferpentine letter.

5. Five eighths of a precious stone. 6. A domeftic animal, three-fifths of a nut, and two-fevenths of a Pagan.

7. Three-fifths of a colour, a liquid letter, and half of the reverfe to heat. 8. A French title, changing a let

ter.

9. Three-fevenths of a virtue, half of a county in England, and twothirds of a tree.

10. A religious perfon, and a bird. Ratcliff-Crefs. MARIAMNE C****R.

Enigmatical Lift of the JUDGES.

1. A French article, and a colour. 2. Three-fixths of the fhepherd who was turned into the flone index by Mercury on account of his treachery, added to half of a town in Yorkshire, a confonant, and two-fifths of a republic.

3. A town in Suffolk, omitting a letter, and two-thirds of rage.

4. The heavenly canopy, a liquid, with three-fifths of a finew.

5. A neceffary part of a man's drefs, changing a letter, and the name of a village in Surry.

6. A third part of cruel, a confonant, and a French article reversed.

7. Three-fifths of an Indian fruit, the first letter of a well known fish, and five-eighths of a much-admired au

thor.

8. Three-ninths of a borough in Devonshire, half a woman's Chriftian name, and the first letter of a very ufeful member.

9. Half of a trade, the abbreviation of a holy title, and a fingular number.

and Themis, much admired in her ju10. Half of the daughter of jupiter dicial capacity, and a prepofition.

11. Half a tree, two-fixths of vanity, and the initial of a woman's Chriftian name.

12. Three-fifths of a plant, and the abbreviation of lord.

13. Three-ninths of a flower, and two-fevenths of perfume.

14. A liquor, and half a negative.

E. J. AITON,

2

ESSAY S.

IX.

As the trips towards her swain,
Pleas'd he drops his pipe and crook,
And expelling ev'ry pain,
Runs to meet her by the brook.
X.

See he gains her-(heavenly prize!
Source of all his balmy blifs!)
While her bafhful bluthes rife
At each gentle gen'rous kifs.

XI.

Now he leads her down the dale To the vernal woodbine bow'r, Where he tells his tender tale Many a mellifluous hour.

XII.

1 hen, my Sukey, dearest maid,
Let us hafle without delay
To fome blithe embow'ring thade,
Where we'll pafs our time away.

XIII.

There like nymphs and fhepherds woo
Thro' the golden feafon gay,
And with manners mild and true,
Strive to be as bleft as they.

XIV.

For fo charming is their state,

While the woods and vallies ring, Kings and queens are not fo great, Nor fo happy in the fpring.

The following LINES were fent by a YOUTH to his intended WIFE, on the Morning of their Nuptials.

I.

For lo! the glorious fun In hafte brings on the joyful day Which joins us two in one. II.

away,

The lark begins his notes of love,
Already leaves the corn;
The linnet now forfakes the grove
To hail the rofy morn.

III.

Loud fings the blackbird and the thrush,
While the foft cooing dove

With rapture greets his conftant mate,
All nature's full of love.

OW wifely is this world disposed

Hy heaven's great king decreed;

In ev'ry trifle that we fee
We may a moral read,

Once fairest of the beauteous tribe
That grace the flow'ry plain,
In thy now faded bloom I fpy
Each vice-created pain.

When in thy native hed thou grew,

How fair each beauty bloom'd!
But now thy smell and lufire's loft,
Like charms in vice entomb'd.

Let me from thee this moral learn,
Ne'er ftaay beyond my spheres,
But keep the path to which has been
Inured my infant years.

IV.

Mild fhow'rs of fructifying rain
Diftill'd from vernal skies;
O'er moitten'd furrows fee the grain
With fpiry tendrils rife.

V.

Beneath the filver'd hawthorn bough
Blithe Damon tunes his reed;
While fimp'ring Sufan milks her cow,
And harmless lambkins feed.

VI.

Exulting in the liquid fpase

The lark at unes her lay, And all the humbler feather'd race To spring their tributes pay.

VII.

The fwallow from the chimney's height
Conveys her twitt'ring theme;
Then downward wings with rapid flight,
And skims the glaffy stream.

VIII.

With nature's balmy incenfe fraught,
Soft zephyrs breathe around;
Love warms each heart, inspires each thought,
And fills each tuneful found.

IX.

Come then. dear Laura, come away, And foothe my cares to rest; Nature and Love's foft pow'rs obey, And make me ever bleft.

W. A.

DE AT H. A VISION.

STR

(Continued from Page 158.)

TRAIT to his fhoulders he applies Two pinions of enormous fize: Methought I faw the ghaftly spright Wave his black wings, and mount in flight ; As the grim conqu ror urg'd his way, He fcatter'd terror and difmay; Thoufands a penfive aspect wore, Thoufands who fneer'd at death before: Life's records rife on ev ry fide,

And confcience fpreads thofe volumes wide; Thofe faults which artful men conceal, Stand here engrav'd with pen of steel, By confcience, that impartial fcribe, Whofe honeft palin difdains a bribe; Their actions all like critics view, And all like faithful critics too. As guilt had flain'd life's various flage, What tears of blood bedew'd the page! All fhudder'd at the black account, And scarce believ'd the vast amount: All vow'd a future change of heart, Wou'd Death relent and fheath his dart : But when the awful foe withdrew, All to their follies Bed anew.

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Indulge my dream, and let my pen
Paint thofe unmeaning creatures, men.
Veries, opprefs'd with guilt and thame,
Shipwreck'd in fortune, health, and fame,
Pines for his dark fepulchral bed,
To mingle with th' unheeded dead.
With tourfcore years grey Natho bends,
A burden to himself and friends,
And with impatience feems to wait
The friendly hand of ling'ring fate.
So hirelings with their labour done,
And often eye the western fun;
The monarch hears their various grief,
Defcends, and brings the with'd relief.
On Death with wild furprize they star'd,
All feem'd averfe and unprepar'd:
As torrents fweep with rapid force,
The grave's pale prince pur'u'd his courfe:
No human power can withstand,
Or thun the conquefts of his hand.
Oh! cou'd the prince of upright mind,
And as a guardian angel kind,
With ev'ry heart-felt worth befide,
Turn the keen hafts of Death afide!
But Death maintains no partial war,
He mocks a fultan or a czar;
He lays his iron hand on all-
Yes, kings, and sons of kings must fall!
Cou'd genius fave, wit, learning, fire,
Tell me, would Chefterfield expire?
Say, wou'd his glorious fun decline,
And fet like your pale ftar or mine?
Cou'd ev'ry virtue of the sky,
Would Herring, Butler †, Secker ‡ die?
Why this addrefs to peerage all?·
Untitled Allen's $ virtues call.
If Allen's worth deman is a place,
Lords, with your leave, 'tis no difgrace:
Tho' high your ranks in heralds rolls,
Know virtue too ennobles tous;
By her that private man's renown'd,
Who pours a thoufand bleffings round
While Allen takes affliétion's part,
And draws cut all his gen'rous heart,
Anxious to feize the pofting day,
Left unimprov'd it fteals away;
While thus he walks with jea ous ftrife
Thro' goodness, as he walks thro' life,
Publifh abroad cou'd goodness fave,
Allen wou'd difappoint the grave;
Tranflated to the heavenly fhore,
Like Enoch when his walk was o'er.
Not beauty's pow'rful pleas reftrain,
Her pleas are trifling, weak, and vain;
For women pierce with fhrieks the air,
Smite their bare breaft, and rend their hair;
All have a doleful tale to tell,

How friends, fous, daughters, husbands fell.
Alas! is life our fav'rite theme!
'Tis all a vain, or painful dream!
A dream which fools or cowards prize,
But flighted by the brave or wife.

Who lives for others ills muft groan,
Or bleed for forrows of his own;
Muft journey on with weeping eye,
Then pant, link, agonize, and dye.
And shall a man arraign the skies,
Because man lives, and mourns, and dies!
"Impatient reptile! (Reafon cry'd)
Arraign thy paffion and thy pride!
Retire, and commune with thy heart,
Afk whence thou cam'ft, and what thou art?
Explore thy body and thy mind,
Thy ftation too why here affign'd;
The fearch all teach thee life to prize,
And make thee grateful, good, and wife.
Why do you roam to foreign climes,
To ftudy nations, modes, and times?
A fcience often dearly bought,
And often what avails you nought.
Go man, and aft a wifer part,
Study the fcience of your heart;
This home, Philofophy, you know
Was priz'd fome thousand years ago;
Then why abroad a frequent guest?
Why fucli a ftranger to your breaft?
Why turn fo many volumes o'er,
'Till Dodfley can fupply no more?
Not all the volumes on thy shelf
Are worth that fingle volume felf;
For who this facred book declines,
How e'er in other arts he fhines;
Tho' deeply read in Plato's fehool,
With all his knowledge is a fool.
Proclaim the truth-fay what is man?
His body from the duft began;
And when a few fhort years are o'er,
The crumbling fabrick is no more.

(To be continued.)

The LOVER'S PRAYER.

Source and bane of all my joy, Why doft thou torment my breast, That my foul can find no reft?

How within the paffion burns!
Love and anguifh reign by turns!
Now I languish, now I die,
Now in pain or raptures lie!
Amanda's eyes pierce thro' my foul,
And love's tumultuous pleasures roil
O'er my breast with potent fway,
And bear my ev'ry thought away.

Often I rove in fancy's fcenes,
O'er fhady walks, and pleasant greens,
'Till my foul is loft in love,
Whilft my devious footsteps move.

Or depriv'd of all her charms,
Abfent from her lovely arms,
Slow and folemn take my way
Thro' the mournful hours of day.

impart,

There lines, th' effufions of a lover's heart!
If or the flow'ry meads I lonely rove,
Or feek for folitude in W ther's grove,
Stil to my mind thy lovely form appears,
Thy tender words are founding in my ears.
Mild as the honey dew that's found on flow'rs,
By thofe who tafte the tweets of early hours;
Modeft as the who first falutes the sky,
And blushes at th' approach of Phabus eye:
The rofy rints that your fweet cheeks adorn,
Equal the beauties of the rifing morn:
You, fair have two ftarlike eyes,
Whole pow'rful radiance took me by furprife:
Sweet as the fragant flow'rs while in full
bloom,
[fume.
Which breathe away their lives in rich per
Your comely locks like Eve's gold treffes deck,
And add new whitenefs to a fnowy neck:
Prudence and virtue all your footsteps guide,
'Tend in your breaft, and o'er your fenfe pre-
fide:

Thus virgin fweetnefs all her train difplays, Youth spreads her charms, and wildom darts her rays.

F

A REBU

J-S-.

S.

IRST take a fifth of the fair fex's pow'r,
That draws admiration to them ev ry
hour;

Likewife a relation affixt to the fame,
And a male offspring added compleats the

• name

Of a lady whom most on earth I admire,
For the and only the is my heart s defire.
Then to know where my lovely charmer doth
live,

A little attention you'll now pleafe to give :
First, the reverend fires who mitres do own,
And part of the defence of a city or town,
Which difcovers the ftreet without any doubt,
If to it you add the diflinction w—t :
Then the number to find of this lady's door,
Multiply 888 by 88, and divide by four.

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