foning, as well as the falfe Gloffes and Colours They put on the injurious Treatment of our Merchants are unbecoming of Englishmen, as They plainly infinuate Them to be a Parcel of illicit Traders, lawless Robbers, and Invaders of the Spaniards Property, and therefore unworthy of Protection, or Reparation, for their great and heavy Lofies.Is not this giving Encouragement to thofe People, to continue their unjust Practices, and cruel Behaviour to his Majefty's Subjects? And is it not furnifhing the Court of Spain with Rea fons for refufing to make Reftitution or Satisfaction?This is a Point of very great Confequence to the Nation; not only a very beneficial Branch of the British Commerce, but the very Being of our Colonies, abfolutely depending on it; for if the Spaniards fhould be allowed to fearch our Ships, that are not found in any of their Ports or Harbours, but are paffing the Seas on their lawful Oc cafions, and are furnished with the proper Pass-ports and Sea-Letters, it will be giving up the Sovereignty of thofe Seas, and in Effect the Sugar Islands; D for, in fuch Cafe, it will be impracticable to carry on any Trade with Them; without which They cannot fubfift or be fupported. But the Spaniards are fo far from having any fuch Right, that by the Treaty of 1670, which is the only Treaty that refpects Affairs in A-E merica, there is not the leaft Authority given to vifit any Ship at Sea.
The Author repeats fome Remarks which have been made on the Spaniards Claim to Georgia, the Ife of Providence, Bay of Campechy, and the Bay of Honduras, tho' the latter was settled by them, and the others were yielded to Great-Britain by the Treaty of 1670, being then in our Poffeffion. (See Vol. 7. P. 576) The Merchants of London, Bristol, and other Parts of the Kingdom, are very justly alarm'd, and 'tis to be hoped that the Nation will not suffer Themselves to be amufed by fophiftical Arguments. The Protection and Secu rity of Trade has conftantly been the
peculiar Care of all our beft Princes,
who never would fuffer the leaft Innovation on any Branch of our Commerce, or our Merchants to be infulted and abused by any Nation whatever. Kapin, in his History of England, has given us a remarkable Initance of the Regard our glorious Monarch, Edward the 3d, had for the British Trade and rigation, by expofing his Royal Per
in their Defence and Security.
be the Glory, which Edward had ac quired hitherto, He difdain'd not to hazard his Reputation in an Affair, which feem'd below his Notice. But the Greatnefs of his Courage would not fuffer Him to weigh too nicely fuch fort of Confiderations. The Merchants having brought Complaints to Him about certain Spanish Ships, which infested the Coats of England, and did Them much Damage, He promised to clear the Sea of them. To that End, having got together fuch of his Ships of War as were fooneft ready, He refolved to go himfelf, and give Chace to the Corfairs. He fought and defeated them, took 20 of their: Ships, funk many more, and difperfed the reft.- - This Action, tho' in itself of no great Importance, appear'd to Him fo glo rious, that He caufed a Gold Coin to be minted, whereon He was reprefented on board a Ship, with a Cutlass in his Hand, in order to perpetuate the Memory of it.
We are highly obliged to our kind Correfpondents; but having occafion to print off our Effay and Poetical Part fooner than ordinary this Month, feveral ingenious Pieces fent fince the 20th could not be inferted, nor can we take proper Notice till our next, of fome Strokes of Witt, and a Poftfcript in White Friers Common Senfe of Jan. 28, by which it appears we have incurred that Writer's heavy Difpleafure. fays, with much Wrath, that we feat every thing we can lay our Hands on; but as we fole nothing from his Paper laft Month, we fear, that is one, if not the principal Caufe of his Refentment. However, as we have done the Poor Man great Service already by letting the World know there is fuch a Paper publifh'd; we fhall not be out of Hu mour at his Ingratitude, but give him in our next fome Information concerning certain Points which he treats Prejudice and Partiality. as much Ignorance and Inconfiftence as
Hereas in your Mag. for December, p. 741 F it is inferted, that a Gentleman in the Houfe of C-ns, faid that Widows and Orphans might live comfortably upon is l. a Year in several Places in England; now as I do not know well bred for fo fmall a Pittance, do dethe Speechmaker, and am an Orphan too fire the worthy Member will be fo good to advertise where a fingle Perfon may live comfortably on fuch an Income.
Her generous fons, the boast of human race,
Thought pleasure criminal, and cafe difgrace.
The higheft joy a Roman foul could move,
Was to defend their country, or improve.
Equally pleas'd, in intervals of, war,
To hold the plough, as grace the victor car,
They deem'd their work with conqueft but begun,
And till'd the provinces their arms had won.
Rightly they estimated things, and knew,
To cultivate was more, than to fubdue.
Thus Quinctius, with three victories yet warm,
Retreats in triumph to his humble farm.
And thus ftern Cato, on his fpade reclin'd,
Canvers'd with nature, and improv'd his mind.
For, in that age of uncorrupted hearts,
The rural fhades were nurseries of arts,
And bred, though now it fcarce will gain belief,
The fenator, the patriot, and the chief.
The praife to thefe fublime examples due
Defcends, at laft, Hibernia's fons, to you,
Who, in an age of fickening virtue, ftrive
The antient arts, and spirit to revive;
Thofe arts by nature's GoD infpir'd, in aid
Even of the wond'rous works himself had made.
With impious arms while other nations claim
Empires not theirs, and purchase unjust fame;
Or elfe, compell'd by force, with force oppofe
The fell invader, and the hofts of foes;
Or anxious watch those fluctuating things,
The views, and paffions of ambitious kings,
And, as contending pow'rs by turns prevail,
Adjust the balance, or incline the fcale:
Be thine, Hibernia, thine the happier toil,
To turn the glebe, t'enrich the labour'd foil;
To roufe with art the vegetable pow'rs,
And catch the virtues of the vernal show'rs;
With fkilful hands to help our parent earth,
To give her comely offspring, plenty, birth,
And to the neighbouring realms make thine become
What once was Egypt to imperial Rome.
Happy the patriots, who with generous zeal
Devote their labours to the public weal.
To them th' induftrious hand fhall yearly raise
Succeffive harvests of immortal praise.
Avaunt, Ambition! let thy fons no more
Boaft their vain triumphs ftamp'd on shining ore.
Know thou,and all the world's great troublers know,
That 'tis but earth's vile drofs fubfides below.
From her fair bofom those true riches fpring,
That happiness, or fame to mortals bring.
By thefe are nourish'd, and from these have birth
The living ftatues of the gods, on earth.
And heav'n th' infcription gives.--And thus we read;
"To blefs mankind is to be blefs'd indeed."
Hail induftry! parent of joy, and bealth,
Great fource of commerce, fplendor, pow'r and wealth.
At thy approach, the graces, newly born,
Revifit earth, and plenty fills her horn;
Thro' virtue's banks her ftream fair freedom pours;
And gay delight points to the fmiling bours,
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Amidst them sparkling mirth afferts a place,
And all the beauteous family of peace."
Around, in pairs, the blooming virgins flock;
One brings the flax, and one adjufts the rock.
Heav'n guides the fpindle, as it downwards tends
And on the thread a nation's fate depends.
Begin, ye nymphs, your glorious talk begin,
To future times fo fhall Hibernia tell,
The happiness of crowds unborn to fpin.
In virtue how her daughters did excel.
How their foft hands confefs'd the wond'rous pow'r
From rotten weeds to deck the nuptial bow'r;
To grace the warrior's tent; the board of kings;
And add to Britain's naval thunder wings;
Nay more, tranfmit to each fucceeding age
The works of Boyle, and Milton's facred page.
Fir'd with the profpect, the glad realm prepares
To thefe purfuits to bend her future cares.
But firft the bids, like a repentant fon,
Her old companions from her fight be gone;
Once tempting Sirens, but whom now she knows
Sad authors of her follies, and her woes;
A loit'ring brood, that long difgrac'd her door,
The ground encumber'd, and confum'd her store.
Fond fuperftition, who perverfly pays
Heav'n back its gifts, inftead of manly praise,
Leads on, but flowly leads, the lazy train,
Averfe to toil, yet grafping ftill at gain.
There yawning flotb into a corner fteals,
With her daughter, at her heels.
poverty,
Fantaftic pride, of high extraction, fain
Would be excus'd, and fues, but fues in vain.
The fame the doom of luxury, and wafte,
Who fly from care, but to deftruction haste.
Envy, and difcontent, and fullen fpleen
Move off the laft, and clofe the wretched scene.
Thus, if th' endeavours of the good and wife
Can ought avail to make a nation rife,
Soon fhall Hibernia fee her broken state
Repair'd by arts, and industry, grow great.
The country 'SQUIRE. ASIMILE."
HQ is there but has fometime feen,
Of awkard fhape, and frightful mien,
With claws tremendous, hagged hair,
A grizly brute, yclep'd a bear?
This ill-digefted animal,
(Ere yet the creature learnt to crawl)
His dam, as curious pens agree,
Had lick'd into the form you fee;
Untill her plaftic tongue alone
Produc'd a vifage like her own.
Perhaps---where yonder fwains refort
You'll find the bear their mirth and sport,
Who plays his anticks, roars aloud,
The wonder of a gaping crowd!-
So have I known a buxom lad,
Whofe birth has made a parish glad,
Forbid for fear of fenfe to roam;
And taught by kind mamma at home;
*Who gives him many a well try'd rule,
With ways and means---to act a fool.
In lenfe the fame, in ftature higher
He fhines at laft---a rural 'fquire.
Pours out unwitty jokes, and fwears,
And bawls, and laughs---and greatly ftares.
His tenants of fuperiour fenfe,
May drink and laugh---at his expence.
And fure the pastime I'm relating
Muft rove as pleasant as bear-banting.
ALETTER from Dr Littleton when a Frefoman of King's College in Cambridge, to his school-fellow (H. A----r, Efq;) at Eaton."
"HO' plagu'd with algebraick lectures,
And aftronomical conjectures,
Wean'd from the tweets of poetry,
To fcraps of dry philofophy,
You fee, dear Hal, I've found a time
T'exprefs my thoughts to you in rhime.
For why, my friend, thou'd diftant parts,
Or time, disjoin united hearts?
Since, tho' by intervening space
Depriv'd of fpeaking face to face,
By faithful emiflary letter,
We may converfe as well, or better.
And, not to stretch my narrow fancy,
To fhew what pretty things I can fay;
(As fome will train at fimile,
First work it fine, and then apply;
Tag Butler's rhimes to Prior's thoughts,
And chufe to mimick all their faults;
By head and fhoulders bring in a stick,
To fhow their knack at hudibraftick.)
I'll tell you, as a friend and crony,
How here I fpend my time and money:
For time and money go together,
Aš fure as weather-cock and weather;
And thrifty guardians all allow,
This grave reflection to be true,
That, whilft we pay fo dear for learning
Thofe weighty truths we've moft concern in,
The fpark, who fquanders time away
In vain purfuits and fruitless play,
Not only proves an errant blockhead,
But, what's much worse, is out of pocket.
Whether my conduct bad or good is,
Judge from the nature of my ftudies.
No more majestick Virgil's heights,
Nor tow'ring Milton's loftier flights,
Nor courtly Horace's rebukes,
Who banters vice with friendly jokes ;
Nor Congreve's life, nor Cooley's fire,
Nor all the beauties, that conípire,
To place the greeneft bays upon
Th' immortal brows of Addifon;
Prior's inimitable cafe,.
Nor Pope's harmonious numbers please.
How can poetick flowers abound
Or fpring in philofophick ground?
Homer, indeed, if I wou'd fhew it,
Was both philofopher and poet.
But tedious philofophick chapters
Quite stifle my poetick raptures ;
And I to Phoebus bade adieu,
When last I took my leave of you.
Now algebra, geometry,
Arithmetick, Aftronomy,
Opticks, chronology, and ftaticks,
All tirefome parts of mathematicks,
With twenty harder names than these
brains, and break my peace.
Disturb my
All feeming inconfiftencies,
Are nicely folv'd by As and Bs.
Our eye-fight is difprov'd by priíms:
Our arguments by fyllogifms.
If I fhou'd confidently write
This ink is black, this paper white;
to express myself yet fuller,
'd fay, that black or white's a colour,
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They'd contradict it, and perplex one
And folve th' apparent falfhood by
With motion, rays, and their reflection,
The curious ftructure of the eye.
Shou'd you the poker want, and take it
When 'tis as hot as fire can make it,
And with it burn yourfelf, or coat,
They'd quickly prove it was not hot.
The fire they'd fay, has in't, 'tis true,
The pow'r of raifing heat in you,
But no more heat's in fire that heats you,
Than there is pain in flick that beats you.
And thus philofophers expound
10 The names of odour, tee, and found.
The falts and juices of our meat
Affect the tongues of those that eat,
And by fome fecret poignant power,
Give us the taftet Tweet and four:
Carnations, violets, and roles,
Raife a fenfation in our nofes,
And yet there's one of us can tell
That thofe have afte, or thefe have smell.
Or when melo cus Mafon fings,
20 Or Gethin tunes the trembling Atrings:
Or when the trumpet's brifk alarms
Call forth the chearful youth to arms;
Convey'd thro' undulating air,
The mufick's only in the ear.
We're told how planets roll on high, How large their orbits, and how nigh. I hope in little time to know
Whether the moon's a cheese or no ;
Whether the man in't, as fome tell ye,
With beef and claret fills his belly;
Why, like a lunatick confin'd,
He lives at diftance from mankind,
When he, at one good hearty shake,
Might whirl his prifon from his back;
Or, like a maggot in a nut
Full bravely eat his paffage out.
But feuds and tumults in the nation,
Disturb fuch curious fpeculation.
Cambridge from factious broils of ftate,
40 Forefees her near approaching fate;
Her trueft patrons are remov'd,
And her triumphant foes approv'd
No more---this due to friendship take,
Not barely wrote for writing's fake.
No longer doubt my true refpect,
Nor call this fhort delay neglect:
At leaft excufe it, when you fee
This pledge of my fidelity.
For he, that rhimes to make you easy,
And his invention ftrains to pleafe you,
To fhew his friendship cracks his brains,
Sure is a madman, if he feigns.
The POETICK
Infcribed to the Rev. Mr D
S Richie and Pattie fat up very late, Each a pen in the hand, and a mufe in § pate, 60 The defign was to finish a piece on enjoyment; O ye gods! for the authors how fit employment! Dick cry'd, Dearcft, find me a crambo to bliss. Patt ftretch'd out her neck,and anfwer'd, A--ki. The prologue begun, no more to be faid; They ftripp'd, and foon finish'd ŷ poem in bed. O.
PROLOGUE
To Venice Preferv'd, lately afted privately, spoken by
JAFFIER. Written by a person of quality.
Nce more we boldly venture on the stage,
Ο Once more to melt your heartsOrway's page;
If all that's foft hath pow'r to move the fenfe,
Not one to night shall go unmov'd from hence:
Eyes that ne'er wept, fhall ftreams of forrow pour,
And hearts fhall figh that never figh'd before.
Ye fair, we hope your tender hearts to move.
Nay, blush not, ladies, for I afk not love.
I know your lovers won't that jewel spare ;
Yet, fure, your pity all the world may thare.
In hearts like yours, alone we find the cells
Where love companion with compaffion dwells.
Your smiles at other times our fouls delight,
But, we fhould grieve to fee you fmile to night
Tis from your forrow we our joy must reap:
1 fee you've eyes,---and hope thofe eyes can weep
Pve feen their ftreams for poor Monimia flow;
So, let them fall for Belvidera now,
Like her fhe's form'd fond lovers to controll;
As fair her perfon, and as foft her foul.
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Gallants, even you to night shall forrow show;
Heave fhall your hearts with fympathetick woe.
Some streams, we read, have pow'r petrifick fhown,
To harden fofteft bodies into stone;
But womens' tears that pow'r revers'd impart,
And to foft pity melt the hardest heart.
Weep, ladies, firft,--refrain, you gaiiants, then,
And I'll proclaim you lefs, or more, than men.
Ye criticks (if fuch worthless weeds appear
Scatter'd among thofe ranks of rofes there)
To you I fpeak, with you a peace I'd make,
Not for my own, but Belvidera's fake..
Criticks, like adders, without judgment strike,
And dart their venom'd tongues at all alike.
Her tender bofom let your cenfure fpare;
Why should the guiltlefs like the guilty fear?
This once, with justice, let your rage be spent
On him alone that merits---punishment.
At me your ftings in one dread volley fend,
I play the villain, and betray my friend.
Yet, ladies, let me claim one tear from you;
Tho' falfe to friendship, I to love am true.
To your protection take a wretched man,
Then, let the criticks hurt me, if they can.
EPILOGUE To Venice Preferv'd, Spoken by BELVIDER A. Ell! if all hufbands keep fo great a pother, I'll live unmarried---till I get another. For, now I think on't, I'm afraid of sprites, And can't abide to lie alone a-nights. Stand clear, gallants,--let's fee--I'll take a view-Who knows but I may fix on one of you?
But, ladies, why do I your frowns difcover? Indeed, I am not come to take a lover: But rather fear that you'll engross them all, And to my fhare not one gallant will fall, Except fome half ftar v'd thing, not worth my taking, Some modern fop, whom you have all forfaken, O! might a widow dare to give advice, In marriage, ladies, you'd be very nice; For in that ftate there is no medium found, But all with blifs, or wretchednefs, are crown'd. They, only they, can be compleatly bleft, Whofe choice foft love directs,---not intereft. If to a wealthy fool a flave you're fold, Poor comfort 'tis to drag a chain of gold,
Poor joy to fhine, and all the world controll,
If difcontent fits heavy on your foul.
The mutual lovers lafting treasure find
Lock'd in the cafket of a peaceful mind.
What fweets might flow from fouls of conftancy ;
From Jaffier's love, and Belandera's, fee
Had not Priuli try'd their joys to pall,
And dash'd their cup of happiness with gall.
Be warn'd, ye fathers, take your daughter's part,
And give her hand, where the has given her heart; 30
For wedlock would not always prove a curfe
If all would wed the perfon, not the--purse.
To a young LADY, with a mifcellany of POEMS.
MADAM,
AS frugal hafwives pleafe with cleanly, treats,
Unfkill'd in nice ragoufts, and rich receits; Quails, filbert tarts, kickfaws, Italian capon: No fqueamish beaux, by Locker pamper'd, gape on One folid difh alone appears; furrounded With trifles cheap, harmoniously confounded, Soft mead in crystal pour'd, falutes our view, And unrais'd tarts compofe an Ambigu
Just lo to act, we youthful bards think fit, No florid turns, no poignant wit is feen, Cautious of flights, and provident of wit: Bright as your eyes, and charming as your mien O'er lowly themes the mufe un-ravish'd ferays, Nor foars in labour'd lines, and pompous lays.
Smile then, O Virtuina and commend
The water-poçt, when an humble friend!
Trembling I wait your fuffrage to my name,
Catch the foft founds, and languish after fame.
If merit fails; that trivial praile is due,
Which I ten thousand times have paid to you.
-Nec vult Panthera domari. Artor, cui poto fudit convicia conjux, Latrantem infenfo, fufte tacere jubet.Impatiens ira linguam Læc in jurgia folvit, "Sponfam fufte tuam, pedicul fe, dzlas ? Non tulit ille latus repetito verbere vexat. Hæc magis ingeminat pediculofe furens. Comprenfam rapit ad puteum. Tentabimus (inquit) Num mulier mediis miffa tacebit aquis. Heus! fruftra immergis; rixam quæ callet ad unguem, Et, quod lingua nequit, pollice utroque facit.
Uckram reels home, o'er charged many a pot,
Where vixen Su berates the drunken fot. Silence, he cries---and his dread cudgel waves. Threats but provoke: and Sufan louder raves. "What! thresh thy wife? thou nitty lousy scrub "Loufy, quoth he ?--nay, then thy fides I'll drub. The fcold turns fury now. The more he beats," The fiercer ftill the lufy forub repeats. Enrag'd he feiz'd and drag'd her to the well. I'll cool thy courage, or thy tongue I'll quell. Ducking thy cafe, poor Buckram, little mends: : She had her leffon at her fingers ends. Sows'd over head, her arms the raifes high, And cracking nails the want of tongue fupply. Q.Z.
From a printed Copy, corrected in the Words and Notes; by Mr Stanley himself.
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