A RECEIPT FOR STEWING VEAL. ||

WITH NOTES BY THE AUTHOR.

AKE a knuckle of veal;

TAK

You may buy it or steal.

In a few pieces cut it :

In a ftewing-pan put it.

Salt, pepper, and mace

Must season this knuckle;
Then what 's join'd to a place
With other herbs muckle;
That which killed king + Will:
And what never stands ftill.
Some §fprigs of that bed
Where children are bred,
Which much you will mend, if
Both fpinnage and endive,
And lettuce, and beet,
With marrygold meet.

Put no water at all;

For it maketh things fmall,

Which, left it should happen,

A clofe cover clap on.

*Vulgo, falary.

+ Suppofed forrel.

This is by Dr. Bentley thought to be time, or thyme.

Parfley. Vide Chamberlayne.

Put

*Of this compofition, fee the Works of the Copperfarthing Dean.

+ Which we fuppofe to be near four hours.

ACIS AND GALATEA,

A

SERE N АТА.

THE MUSIC BY MR. HANDEL.

PART THE FIRST.

A rural prospect, diversified with rocks, groves, and a river. Acis and Galatea feated by a fountain. Chorus of nymphs and fhepherds, distributed about the landicape; and Polyphemus discovered fitting upon a mountain.

CHORUS.

THE pleasure of the plains!
Happy nymphs and happy swains,
(Harmless, merry, free, and gay)
Dance and fport the hours away.

For us the zephyr blows,

For us diftils the dew,

For us unfolds the rose,

And flowers difplay their hue:

For

Ye verdant plains, and woody mountains,
Purling ftreams, and bubbling fountains,
Ye painted glories of the field,

Vain are the pleasures which you yield;
Too thin the fhadow of the grove,
Too faint the gales, to cool my love.

AIR.

Huh, you pretty warbling choir,
Your thrilling ftrains
Awake my pains,

And kindle fierce defire:

Cease your song, and take your flight;

Bring back

my Acis to my fight.

Da Capo.

AIR.

ACIS.

Where fhall I feek the charming Fair?

Direct the way, kind genius of the mountains:
O tell me if you faw my dear;

Seeks fhe, the groves, or bathes in cryftal fountains?

Da Capo.

VOL. I.

X

RECI

RECITATIVE.

DAMON.

Stay, fhepherd, stay!

See how thy flocks in yonder valley ftray.
What means this melancholy air?
No more thy tuneful pipe we hear.

AIR.

Shepherd, what art thou pursuing,
Heedlefs running to thy ruin?

Share our joy, our pleasure share :
Leave thy paffion till to-morrow;
Let the day be free from forrow,
Free from love, and free from care.

Da Cape.

RECITATIVE.

Acis.

Lo here, my Love!

Turn, Galatea, hither turn thine eyes;
See at thy feet the longing Acis lies.