January 1, 1761.

This Day was performed before his Majefty, the following Ode for the New-Year, written by William Whitehead, Efq; Poet-Laureat, and fet to Mufic by Dr. Boyce, Master of the King's Band of Muficians. The vocal Parts by Meff. Beard, Savage, Baildon, Cooper, Wafs, Cox, Barrow, Ladd, Vandernan, Denham, Bufwell, Hudson, Cofter, Warren, and the Children of the Chapel Royal: The Inftrumental by Dr. Nares, the Gentlemen of the Band, &c.

ST

STROPHE.

TILL muft the Mufe, indignant, hear, The clanging trump, the ratling car, And ufher in each opening year

With groans of death, and founds of war? O'er bleeding millions realms opprefs'd, The tuneful mourner finks diftrefs'd,

Or breathes but notes of woe: And cannot Gallia learn to melt, Not feel, what Britain long has felt For her infulting foe?

Amidst her native rocks fecure,

Her floating bulwarks hovering round, What can the fea-girt realm endure,

What dread through all her watʼry bound?
Great queen of ocean, she defies
All, but the power who rules the skies,
And bids the ftorms engage:

Inferior foes are dath'd, and loft,
As breaks the white wave on her coaft,

Confum'd in idle rage.

For alien forrows heaves her gen'rous breast,

She proffers peace to cafe a rival's pain, Her crowded ports, her fields in plenty dreft, Blefs the glad merchant, and th' induRnous fwain.

Do blooming youths in battie fall? True to their fame the funeral urn we raife; And thoufands at the glorious call, Afpire to equal praise.

ANTIS TROPHE
Thee, glory, thee through climes unknown
The' adventurous chief with zeal purfues,
And fame brings back from every zone,

Fresh Subjects for the British Muse.
Tremendous as th' ill omen'd bird
To frighted France, thy voice was heard
From Minden's ecchoing towers:
O'er Bifcay's roar thy voice prevail'd:
And at thy word the rocks we scale'd,
And Canada is ours.

O potent queen of every breaft,

That aims at Praise by virtuous deeds, Where'er thy influence thines confeft

The hero acts, the event fucceeds. But ah, muft glory only bear, Bellona like, the vengeful Spe r? To fill her mighty Mind

But thy Acceffion, like the folar ray Thick clouds difperfing, promis'd glorious day. When focial love in life's fort dawn appears, Fair is the profpect for fucceeding years. How pleas'd that indication in thy youth, Where native fweetnefs fhone, and ipotlefs truth!

With each kind impulfe Nature ftor'd thy mind,

That thou might'ft reign the darling of mankind.

Yet fhou'd the Gaul, inform'd of this, prefume

To menace, and his wonted pride refume : With hostile arms invade our rocky ftrand, Swift wou'd thy fword defend thy native land. Thy late calm fpirit, then, wou'd fiercely glow;

Then would't thou hurl deftruction on the foe.

So the fame Jove, who bids foft Zephyr rife, Calls Boreas forth to thunder thro' the Ikies. Whilft gracious Nature thus endow'd thy heart,

(Benignant Prince!)

Art.

remain'd the aid of

She, guided by thy royal Parent's eye, Commands: when lo! unveil'd her treafures lie;

Inviting thee their beauties to explore, And take fpontaneous, from th' exhaustlefs ftore.

(How wife thy choice, Eny was forc'd to own, When the, abafh'd, first heard thee from the throne.*)

Th' enraptur'd Mufes led thee to their spring, And Art, with Nature, form'd the PATRIOT KING.

Thus the rich diamond from far India's land,

Receives new fplendor from the artift's hand.

Rais'd to an empire, to thy virtues due,
How vaft a scene now opens to thy view!
By Heaven directed, let thy wifdom shine,
And prove that earthly kings may feem di-
vine:

Teaching, thro' love, free fubjects to obey,
As o'er these realms: hou hold it imperial fway:
And while thy fubftitutes the parts controul,
Thine eye fagacious will inspect the whole.
So, at one view, Latona's fon furveys
Millions of objects as he shoots his rays,

O bear me (Fancy!) 'mid the future years:
Wing'd with felicity thy reign appears.
Thy royal parent in her wishes bleft:
Thy royal brethren of each joy poffeft.
Thy fwains, exulting round their plenteous

ftore:

Thy veffels richly fraught from ev'ry shore.

* His Majefty's first Speech to Parliament, Tucfday, Nov. 18, 1760.

Thy naval flag, beneath each sky unfari'd,
Thy pow'r proclaiming to a wond'ring world.
Thy brave militia, watching round the coaft;
And Thou the Gabriel o'er that facred hoft.
Patty extinguih'd; and thy fam'd ally,
The Pruffian, crown'd with lafting victory.
Bellona's rage to Stygian fields confin'd,
And Peace reftor'd in pity to mankind.
Religion cherish'd; reverenc'd the laws;
And juftice pleading in the Pauper's caufe.
Bad men rejected; honeft men employ'd;
And Property by ev'ry rank enjoy'd.
Science and Art, by thy example fir'd,
In honor held; rewarded, whilft admir'd:
No flighted Merit fmiting, fad, his breaft;
No Genius weeping, by dire fate oppreft:
But all, encourag'd by thy gracious fmile,
Darting fresh luftre o'er this envied ifle.
Thus bleft thy reign, (and poets can divine)
Illuftrious Prince! what glory will be thine!
Thy faithful Britons charm'd, will think they
fee

Thy Father, or an Alfred, shine in Thee.
For George (O Hymen!) weave the rofy
bands;

Lead forth the royal bride, and join their hands.
Thro' a long feries may their years extend;
And, with expiring time, their lineage end!
In ev'ry deed their love to man difplay,
Dread foes to Rome, and arbitrary fway.

Paffions, too oft, are feign'd by flattering

art;

My humble ftrains spring, genuine, from the

heart.

With trembling hand, and truth alone in view, These artlefs touches from the life I drew.

On the Death of a promising young Lady.

Fidelium mors vita.

HEN youthful charms are blafted in the

WHEN bloom,

And rofy beauty finks into the tomb;
When all that's fweet in nature cannot fave
A virtuous fair one from the yawning grave;
"Tis chriftian and humane for us to share
The deep felt anguish of a parent's care.
Her bofom forrows, foul-imbitter'd woe,
Command the fympathetic tears to flow.
So foon, in fpring of life, refign'd her breath,
And clafp'd the fettery cold embrace of death,
So have I feen the morn's fair regent rife,
And add new glory to the fmiling fkies
But foon the envious clouds obfcur'd his ray,
And wrapt in fable gloom the rifing day.
Hence learn, ye fair, prize not these fading
charms

;

That perish in this ghaftly tyrant's arms; Your fmiles, your boasted airs, your shape fo

truc,

Your lilly brightnefs, or carnation hue;

When

When awful death his banners doth difplay,
Your lillies blaft, and all your charms decay.
Farewel deceptive pleafures, flatt'ring fchemes,
Dull noon-tide trances, and delufive dreams;
Approve, before your latest glafs in run,
Th' experienc'd epithet of David's fon,
All things are vain. be wife, and learn to

know
Vexation, pain, and trouble dwell below.
True happiness, the Chriftian's glorious prize,
Refides beyond the grave, above the skies.
We struggle here, thro' a dark thorny way,
Faint pictur'd life, and vifions of a day.
Old age is weary'd toil without repose,
And fourfcore years but multiply our woes.
The world's a gaol, and death the welcome key,
That from all forrows fets the pris'ner free.
Adieu infipid land, of low efteem,
The virtuous foul purfues a nobler theme;
Religion rifes dreft in heav'n-born charms,
Expells all fears, and viper death difarms.
That star of Betbl'hem points the fhepherd's
way

To bow'rs of matchlefs blifs and endless day : Death wafts us fafe to that Elyfian fhere, Where fin-brew'd tempefts ne'er difturb us

more.

How happy those who leave this troubled state
Before they've felt the hurricanes of fate!
As flow'rs, tranfplanted from a barren clime,
Prepar'd to flourish in thofe fields fublime.
Let none enquire, why thus, at any age,
Our great Creator calls us off the stage.
Can dungeon'd captives fee what's done a-
broad,

Or prifon'd fouls infpect the ways of God?
Who can unravel his unfeen decrees,
Or who foretel what providence forefees?
Who knows what dire difafters are in store,
What fin-bred monsters lurk at ev'ry door?
But, hark! feraphic accents ftrike my ear!
I'm happy: why then spend the fruitless tear?

I'm gone before to point the ruggroaching day,

way:

Farewel relations dear, vain worid adieu,
All my untranquil hours are fied with you;
Th' immortal crown is mine, my Saviour

dear,

Has fully paid my captive ransom here:
Now I enjoy, with him, the blifs above,
And fing in manfions of eternal love,

Then thank my gracious God, who let me go
So young, fo early, from a state of woe.

The tragic Muse attends the mornful hearfe,
And pays her tribute of immortal verse.
Infpir'd by noble deeds, fhe feeks the plain,
In honour's caufe, where mighty chiefs are
flain;

And bathes with tears the fod that wraps the dead,

And bids the turf lie lightly on his head.

Nor thus content, fhe opens death's cold womb,

And bursts the cearments of the awful tomb
To caft him up again, to bid him live,
And to the scene his form and presence give.
Thus once fam'd Effex at her voice appears,
Emerging from the facred duft of years.

Nor deem it much, that we retrace to night.
A tale to which you've lift'ned with delight,
How oft of yore, to learned Athens' Eyes
Did new Electra's and new Phaedra's rife.
In France how many theban monarchs groan,
For Laius' blood, and incest not their own.
When there new Iphigenia's raise the figh,
Fresh drops of pity gufh from ev'ry eye.
On the fame theme tho' rival wits appear,
The heart ftill finds the sympathetic tear.
If there foft pity pour her plenteous ftore,
For fabled kings and empires now no more;
Much more should you from freedom's glorious
Plan,

Who still inherit all the rights of man;
Much more should you with kindred forrows

glow,

For your own chief, your own domestic woe;
Much more a British story fhould impart
The warmest Feelings to each British heart.

EPILOGUE,

Wrote by Mr. GARRICK, and spoke by Mrs. PRITCHARD, in the Character of Queen ELIZABETH.

any here are country's happines and F Dead to their fame, Let 'em depart this moment, let 'em fly' My awful prefence, and my fearching eye! No more your queen, but upright judge I come, To try your deeds abroad, your lives at home; Try you in ev'ry point, from fmall to great, Your wit, laws, fashions, valvur, church, and State!

Search you, as Britons ne'er were fearched before:

O tremble! for you hear the lion roar !

ESSEX.

An age an half! what have you loft or gain'd? Your wit whate'er your poets fing or fwear, Since Shakespeare's time, is fomewhat worke

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for wear:

Your laws are good, your Lawyers good of courfe; [fource: The ftreams are furely clear, when clear the

Extract of a letter from Leiffic, Dec. 28.

"H

IS Pruffian Majefty attends conftantly every Morning to Business with his General Officers; and Couriers are almost daily dispatched to one Place or other, with Orders for pushing on the warlike Preparations, which go on very briskly, not only in this Country, but also in Brandenbourg and Selifia.

"The Pruffians will certainly have a glorious Army in the Spring, the Number of Recruits, already raifed, furpaffing all Imagination, and none are inrolled that are not very strong, healthy young Fellows; of this the King is fully fenfible, and has fpoke of it at Table with the greatett Satisfaction. Notwithstanding which, fresh Orders have been lately fent to Silefia, Berlin, and Magdebourg, for all the Officers to use their utmoft Diligence in the raifing and training up of Men for the Army, his Majefty being determined to begin his Operations very early.''

Hague, Jan. 6. The Charter granted by the States General to our Eaft India company the 8th of August 1730, for the Term of 30 Years, being expired, their High Mightineffes, by a Piacart iffued the 31ft of laft Month, and fince fent to the refpective Provinces of the Union, have judged it proper to prolong provifionally the faid Charter for one Year.

By the laft Letters from Prince Ferdinand's head Quarters at Uflar, of the 29th pait, we have an Account of an Affair that paffed on the 23d at Heiligenstadt, where Gen. Luckner, who was pofted there with a Corps of between 3 and 4000 Men, was attacked by a Body of 10,000 French under the Com mand of Count Broglio. The Towm being

nearly invested on all Sides, Gen. Luckner had no other Method of Retreat but by the Road that leads to Witzenhaufen, where he gained an advantageous Eminence, from whence he cannonaded the French with fuch Succefs, that he fecured his Retreat to Scharffenftein without the Lofs of a fingle Man or Horfe killed or taken, only a few wounded in the Affair. But an Officer with 34 militia Men, who where left in the Town, were taken. The Lofs of the French upon this Occafion is reckoned at above 300 Men. On the 24th, Gen. Luckner was detached to Heiligenstadt, and finding the French had left it, retook Poffeffion of it. The other Quarters of Cantonments of the allied Army have been unmolefted. The Marquis of Granby was in his Quarters at Corvey on the Wefer, on the 3cth past.

We learn, that the young Prince of Wirtenberg was marched into Swedish Pomerania, to act against the Swedes in those Parts; and that the Duke of Wirtemberg, with his Troops, was returned into his own Country.

The laft Letters from Leipfic, of the 28th paft, say, that every thing remained in a State of Inaction in that Country. Prince Ferdinand's Head Quarters at Uflar, Jan. 7.

We remain quiet in our Quarters here. We have received an Account, that Count Broglio, with a large Body of Troops, and affifted likewife in his Operations by Lieut. Gen. M. de Stainville, attacked, on the 2d Inftant, the Town of Duderftadt, which is at the Extremity of his Serene Highness's Cantonments on the Lett. General Manfberg was posted there, but found it neceffary

fary to quit the Town (which the Enemy entered) and to take Poffeffion of the Heights of Herbilhagen, where he maintained himfelf till the Arrival of the Generals Kielmanfegge and Luckner to his Succour, who, the next Day, attacked the French in Duderftadt, drove them from thence, and pur

fued them as far as Witzenhaufen. The Lofs of the Enemy, upon this Occafion, amounts, by their own Accounts, to 600 Men; 200 of them have been made Prifoners; among whom are three complete Companies of French Grenadies. The Lofs, on our Side, is about 190 Men.

Charles Town, South Carolina, 08. 22.

TH

HE following are the most authentic and material Advices now received from the Cherokee Country.

"It was Round O's Brother who feized and carried off Captain Stuart from the Field of Blood, where fo many of our Countrymen and Friends were treacherously butchered by the perfidious Savages, and who delivered him to Attakulla Kulla then at Fort Loudoun.

"Judd's Friend exerted himself much that Day in our Favour, and prevented the Maffacre from being almoft general; he went round the Field ordering and calling to the Indians to defiit, and by the Reprefentations he made to them, ftopt the further Progrefs and Effects of their barbarous and brutal Rage. He declares it as his Opinion and Refolution, that if they can now obtain a Peace, there never fhall be more War as long as he and the Old Warriors live.

"On the 26th of laft Month the British Colours were difplayed all Day and Night at Nookafee, where there was a Meeting of near zooo Cherokees, about 1400 of whom were Men, and a Talk was delivered by Oucannostotah and Judd's Friend for a Peace with their Brothers the white Men; [the Indians always by white Men mean Britons, in Distinction from other Europeans, whom they call by their common and ufual Names, as French, Spaniards, &c ] which Talk was repeated by the fame Headmen, and agreed to by all prefent, the 9th instant at Sugartown. Orders were thereupon given, that no white Men [Britons] coming into their Nation, fhould be interrupted, but be allowed freely to pass and repafs. This great Alteration in the Behaviour of the Indians, by Mr. Terron and others well acquainted with them, is attributed entirely to the Talks fent to them by our Governor and Col. Byrd. "The whole Crop this Year in all the Cherekee Towns, notwithstanding the terrifying Accounts, eagerly and fedulously pro

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pagated, of the great Quantity of Corn that would be made in the destroyed and defolate Settlements, is not fufficient to fupply them three Months.

Many of that Nation, among whom are nearly all the People of the Middle Settlements and Lower Towns, who were the moft feverely chastised and scourged by his Majefty's Troops commanded by the Hon. Colonel Montgomery, are now almost naked and in want of every Neceffary. There is, therefore, on the Whole, little Reafon to doubt of the Sincerity of their Requests for Peace."

Extro of a Letter from Montreal.

-"The Cafe of the poor Canadians is really deplorable, occafioned by the Bankrupcy of the Crown of France. Many of them who had, with great Danger and Labour, acquired Eftates worth 20,000l. Sterling, by the Fur trade, or otherwise, can now fcarce procure a Dinner. All their Remittances from their Mother-country, confifted in Bills on the French King, which are not now worth one Farthing, as No-body whatever will accept of them in Payment. It is computed there is above the Value of 3,000,000l. Sterling of these useless Paperfcraps, circulating thro' the Colony, which, as a Reward to the wretched Inhabitants for all their Hardships and Fatigues, muit now fupply the Place of Affluence and Independence. Moft, if not all of them, are perfectly reconciled to the British Government, as they can now with Security enjoy any little Property they have; whereas formerly, Governor Vaudreuil made no Ceremony of feizing the Produce of their Lands, their. Merchandize and Manufactures of every Kind, and after conveying them to the King's Store houfes, paid to the Proprietors any Price he pleafed. If the Owners thereafter had Occafion for any of their own Commodities, they could not procure them under twenty Times the Price they had received."

LONDON.