" Though scorn'd by fribbles all bedaub'd with

WOMAN:
I valne not their censures of a puff, [smuff,
Who, ifkind Heav'n had furnish'd'em with brains,

A BALLAD.
Would into pipes convert their taper canes,
Be sick that pausevus nostril-dust to see,

BEING A CONTRAST TO "THE WOMEN ALL TELL And substitute tobacco for rappee.

ME I'M FALSE TO MY LAS3."
I less regard the rage of female railints-
Some ladies have their waters, and their failings:

No longer let whimsical songsters compare Though when grey prudence comes, and youth The merits of wine with the charms of the fair; is past,

I appeal to the men to determine between They'll learn to smoke (or I am deceiv?!) at last!

A tun-bellied Bacchus, and beauty's fair queen. Peace to the beaux, and every scenterl belle, The pleasures of drinking henceforth I resign, Who cry “Tobacco has an odious smell :'

For thoagh there is mirth, yet there's madness To men of sense I speak, and own with pleasure,

in wine; That smoking sooths my studies and my leisure; Then let not false sparkles our senses beguile, It aids my eyes, inspires my mind to think, 'Tis the mention of Chloe that makes the glass And is a calm companion when I drink.

emile. At home how sweetly does a pipe engage

Her beauties with rapture mv fancy inspire, My sense to relish Tully's moral page!

And the more I behold her, the more I admire; Or Homer's Heaven-aspiring Muse divine, And puffing measure each sonorous line!

But the charms of her temper and mind I adore;

These virtues shall bless me when beauty's no But if to Tom's I stray to read the Daily,

more. Or at the tavern spend my evening gaily, My pipe still adds, as the mild minutes pass, How happy our days when with love we engage, Charms to the toast, and flavour to the glass. 'Tis the transport of youth, 'tis the comfort of Blest Indian leaf! what raptures I inhale

age; Prom each light breath of thy ambrosial gale! But what are the joys of the bottle or bowl? Thou giv'st the soldier courage, to the hind Wine tickles the taste, love enraptures the soul.. Repose, to captives sacred peace of mind ;

Let the men of all nations, but Italy, prove Can'st wealth on merchants, state on kings rie

The blessings that wait upon beauty and love: And to physicians only art a foe. [stow,

But in boosing, alas! one infortunate bout Thou sav'st, when pestilence spreads far and wide, will rob us of vigour, and leave us the gout. From that dread plague, and every plague beside.

A sot, as he riots in liquor, will cry, Though by thy fumes the teeth are blacken'd o'er,

“ The longer I drink, the more thirsty am I," Thy ashes scour them whiter than before

From this fair confession, 'tis plain, my good O with abundant riches amply blest,

friend, He, who can buy one ounce of Freeman's best! You're a toper eternal, and drink to no end. If in this fob my well-fill'd box I feel, (steel, Your big-bellied bottle may ravish your eye, In that my short pipe, touchwood, flint, and But how foolish you'll look when your bottle is Gold I regard not, I can live without;

dry !

[spring, I carry every requisite about.

Sweet pleasure from woman still nows like a Whether my stomach calls for drink or meat, Nay the Stoics must owa it-She is the best Whether the cold affects me, or the heat,

thing. The weed of India answers the demand, And is the pleasing remedy at hand.

Yet some praises to wine we may justly affor:!, Opoblest proof of nature's genial power!

For a time it will make one as great as a lord; Oweed more precious than the choicest flower!

But woman for ever gives transport to man, Thy vapours bland througb every state engage,

And I'll stand by the ladies as long as I can. 'Charm us when young, and solace us in age; Adorn when furtune showers her golden store, And breathe kind comfort when she smiles no

THE BROWN JUG:.
more:
Tranquil at home they lnll with sweet content,

A SONG.
Abroad they give us no impediment;
But, mild associates, tend us night and day,
And if we travel cheer us on our way;
in town or country soft repose incite,

Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with And puff us up with exquisite delight."

mild ale,

which I will drink to sweet Nan of the Vale) In allusion to that fine passage in Tully. Was once Toby Fillpot, a thirsty old soul Hæc studia adolescentiam alunt, senectutem As e'er drank a bottle, or fathom'd a bowl ; mlectant ; secundas res ornant, adversis perfu- In boosing about 'twas bis praise to excel, gium et solatium præbent; delectant domi, non And among jolly topers he bore off the bell. impedimt foris ; pernoctant nobiscum, peregri- It chanc'd as in dog-days he sat at his ease wantur, rusticantur.

In his Aow'r-woren arbour as gay as you please,
With a friend and a pipe putting sorroirs away,
And with honest old stingo was soaking his clay,

IMITATED FROM THE LATIN OF HIERONYMUS

AMALTHEUS.

FROM BOURNE.

His breath-doors of life on a sudden were shut, Sour, unconcocted breath escapes my host, And he died full as big as a Dorchester butt. The squawling child returns his milk and toast His body, when long in the ground it had lain,

Ye gods ! if such the pleasures of the stage,
And time into clay had resolv'd it again,

I chuse to walk and visit Mrs. Page.
A potter found out in its corert so snug,
And with part of fat Toby'he form'd this brown
jug,

ΔΩΡΟΝ ΑΔΩΡΟΝ.

[ale, Now sacred to friendship, and mirth, and mild THANK YOU FOR NOTHING. So here's to my lovely sweet Nan of the Vale.

FROM THE SAME.

Wien cloudless skies, or Spring's soft season
A PAIR OF SPECTACLES.
Calls forth the citizens to take the air;

[fair,
The landlord kindly asks his guests to dine
On well-corn'd beef, or pork's high-relish'd chine:

The season'd fraud succeeds, and soon or late Og all the spectacles to mend the sight

A shoal of gudgeons gobble up the bait. Devis'd by art for viewing objects right,

The savoury viands make them thirst the more, Those are most useful, which the prudent place Creating drought, and swelling out the score, High on the handle of the human face.

My landlord, faith! is not so kind, I think;
Some on the temples fix 'em, I suppose,

He gives his victuals, but he sells his drink.
Lest they should seem to snuffle through the nose:
Some in one hand the singleconvex hold,
But these are prigs asham'd of being old.
None are in news or politics so wise,

AN EULOGY
As be whose nose is saddled with his eyes;
And if the taper tube regale his snout,

ON SIR ISAAC NEWTON.
There's nought so secret but he'll smell it out. TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN OF DR. HALLET
Stould gammer Gurton leave these helps at hoine, Behold the regions of the Heavens survey'd!
To church with Bible 'tis in vain to come;
The plainest sermon is the most perplext,

And this fair system in the balance weigh’d; Unless with care she double down the text.

Behold the law which (when in rain hurlid Lo! how the parish clerk, with many a hum,

God out of Chaos call'd the beauteous world) By turns now fits 'em to his nose or thumb,

TH' Almighty fis'd, when all things good he saw ! Methodically regular, as need

Behold the chaste, inviolable law ! By turns requires him, or to sing, or read :

Before us now new scenes unfolded lie, His thumb ihen held them, if report says true,

And Heav'n appears expanded to the eye; When on the lovely lass he leer'd askew;

Th' illumin'd mind now sees distinctly clear With snow-white hosom bare, sweet-slumbering What power impels each planetary sphere. in her pew.'

Thron'd in the centre glows the king of day, Those who see dimly may their eyes restore

And rules all nature with unbounded sway ; By adding two to what they had before ;

Through the vast void his subject planets run, And he who would be deem'd profoundly wise

Whirl'd in their orbits by the regal Sun. Must carry in his head, and in his pocket_eyes. We know, nor wonder at their prone career;

What course the dire tremendous comets steer
Why silver Phæbe, mcek-ey'd queen of night,
Now slackens, now precipitates ber flight;

Why, scan'd by no astronomers of yore,
THE STAGE COACH.

She yielded not to calculation's power;
Why the nodes' motions retrograde we call,

And why the apsides progressional.
To pay my duty to sweet Mrs. Page,

Hence too we learn, with what proportion's force A place was taken in the Stamford stage. The Moon impels, erroneous in her course, Our coachman Dick, the shades of night to shun, | The refluent main : as waves on waves succeed, Had yok'd his horses long before the Sun :

On the bleak beach they toss the sea-green we Disturb'd I start; and drowsy all the while, Now bare the dangers of th' engulphing sand, Rise to be jolted may a weary mile;

Now swelling high roll foaming on the strand. On both sides squeez’d, how highly was I bless'd! What puzzling schoolmen sought so long in vain Between two plump old women to be press'd! See cloud-dispelling Mathesis explain ! A corporal fierce, a nurse and child that cried, O highly blest, to whom kind fate has given And a fat landlord fill'd the other side. [load Minds to expatiate in the fields of Heaven! Scarce dawns the morning, ere the cumberous All doubts are clear'd, all errours done away, Rolls roughly-rumbling o'er the rugged road. And truth breaks on them in a blaze of day. One old wife coughs, and wheezes in my ears, Awake, ye sons of men, arise! exclude Loud scolds the other, and the corporal swears ;

Far from your breasts all low solicitude;

Learn hence the mind's etherial powers to trace * Alluding to a picture of Hogarth's, which

Exalted high above the brutal race,

Ev'n those fam'd chiefs who human life refin'd ver humourously describes a slumbering con

By wholesome laws, the fathers of mankind; gregatjon.

FROM THE SAME,

FROM CLAUDIAN.

:

VERONA.

Or they who first societies immur'd
In cities, and fron violence secur'd;

ARCHIMEDES'S SPHERE:
They who with Ceres' gifts the nations blest,
Or from the grape delicious nectar prest;
They who first taught the hieroglyphic style Jove

Ove saw the Hear'ns in glassy sphere exprest, On smooth papyrus', native plant of Nile, And smiling, thus the pow'rs above addrest : (For literary elements renown'd)

“At what bold tasks will man's presumption aim! And made the eye an ai biter of sound :

In this small globe he mocks the worldly frame. All these, though men of deathless fame, we find Lo! from my work the rival artist draws Have less advanc'd the good of human-kind : The heavenly motions, and great Nature's laws. Their schemes were founded on a narruwer plan, Each star includes an animating soul, Replete with few emoluments to man.

And beauteous order regulates the wbole. But now, admitted guests in Heav'ni, we rove Through the bright zodiac yearly rolls the Sun,' Free and familiar in the realms above;

And inimic moons each month their courses run
The wonders bidden deep in Earth below, Audacious Art thus lifts her crest on high,
And nature's laws, before conceal'd, we know. And deems she sways the empire of the sky.
Lend, lend your aid, ye bright superior powers, Salmoneus once fictitious lightning hurld:
That live embosom'd in Elysian bowers,

But here behold a counterfeited world!''
Lend your sweet voice to warble Newton's praise,
Who search'd out truth through all her mystic

maze,
Newton, by every farouring Muse inspir'd,

ON MENANDER.
With all Apollo's radiations fir'd :
Neston, that reach'd th’insuperable line,

IMITATED FROM A GREEK EPIGRAM IN THE The nice barrier 'twixt human and divine.

ANTHOLOGIA.
On thy sweet lips the bees in clusters hung,
And dropp'd Hyblæan honey on thy tongue:

For thee the Muses pluck’a Fierian flowers; CLAUDIAN'S OLD MAN, The Graces woo'd thee in sequester'd bowers. WHO NEVER WENT OUT OF THE SUBURBS OF

Ages to come shall celebrate thy name,

And Athens gather glory from thy fame. BLEST who, content with what the country

yields, Lives in his own bereditary fields;

FRAGMENTS OF MENANDER: Who can with pleasure his past life behold; Whose roof paternal saw him young and old ; And as he tells his long adventures o'er,

Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire, A stick supports him where he crawl'd before ;

The art of Terence, with Menander's fire. Who ne'er was tempted from his farm to fly,

POPE And drink new streams beneath a foreign sky : No merchant, he, solicitous of gain, [main : Dreads not the storms that lash the sounding SOME ACCOUNT OF MENANDER, Nor soldier, fears the summons to the war; Nor the hoarse clamours of the noisy bar.

MENANDER was born at Athens, the third year of Unskill'd in business, to the world unknown, the 109th Olympiad, 344 years before Christ, He ne'er bebeld the next contiguous town; and exhibited his first comedy, according to Yet nobler objects to his views are given,

Meursius, the third of the 114th Olympiad, that is Pair flowery fields, and star-embellish'd Heaven. | 324 years before our Saviour's time, being trien He marks no change of consuls, but computes only twenty years of age. His introduction of Alternate seasons by alternate fruits;

the new comedy in a short time spread his fame Maturing autumns store of apples bring,

over the world; and his friendship was courted And flowerets are the luxury of spring.

by the kings of Egypt and Macedon. Of bis His farm that catches first the Sun's bright ray, works, which amounted to upwards of an hundred Sees the last lustre of bis beams decay :

comedies, only a few fragments now remain. The passing hours erected columns show, Terence borrowed several plays from him; and And are his landmarks and his dials too.

it is from the character of the Roman, that most Yon spreading oak a little twig he knew,

inen now judge of the merit of the Grecian author. And the whole grove in his remembrance grew. We find the old masters of rhetoric recommend. Verona's walls remote as India seem;

ing bis works as the true standard of beauty, Benacus is th’ Arabian Gulph to hini.

containing every grace of public speaking. QuirYet health three ages lengthens out his span, tilian declares, that a careful imitation of MeAnd grandsons hail the vigorous old man. nander only will satisfy all the rules he has laid Let others vainly sail from shore to shore, down in his institutions. It is in Menander that Their joys are fewer, and their labours more. he would have his orator search for a copiousness

of invention, for a happy elegance of expression, 1 An Egyptian plant, growing in the marshy and especially for an universal genius, able to places near the banks of the Nile, on the leaves accommodate itself naturally to all

persons, of which the antients used to write

things, and affections,

TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK.

WORSHIP DUE TO THE DEITY.

SUBMISSION.

His wonderful talent at expressing nature, in every condition, and under every circumstance

THE MISERIES OP OLD-AGE.' of life, bas always inade the noblest part of his

Him, Parmeno, I deem the happiest man, char.cter, which gave occasion to Aristophanes Who having once survey'd great Nature's plan, the grammarian to ask this genteel question ;

This beauteous system, this stupendous frame, Ω Μ ενανδρε, και Βιε, Ποτερος αρ υμων ποτερον

Soon to that place retires frum whence he came. Bei dipungato ? O Menander and Nature, whicli of This common Sun,the stars, the streansthat flow, you have imitated the other? Julius Casar has The clouds that darkin, and the fires that glow; left us the noblest, as well as the justest praise of

These shall be always present to thy view, Menander's works, when addressing himself in a

Whether thou liv’st an bundred years, or few; compliment to Tertpce, he calls him, Dimidiate And nobler works, or wrought with better skill, Menander, Haif-Menander. He died in the None ever yet beheld, or ever will. third year of the 122nd Olympiad, 292 years be

This life on Earth, these scenes to man assign’d, fore Christ, being fifty-two years of age.

Suppose a mighty concourse of mankind,
Where all contrive to trifle time away
In business, bustle, villany, or play:
If first this inn you quit, a transieot guest,

You'll pay but little, and you'll fare the best: Serve then the great first cause whence nature

Go then equipt, nor fear the stroke of fate,

You'll travel free from envy and from hate. springs,

But lingering guests, who longer being crave, T'h'almighiy Sice, th' eternal King of kings;

Must sink at last with sorrow to tbe grave: Who gave us being, and who gives us food,

For antient men experience wants and woes Lord of all lift, and author of all good.

From friends departing or surviving foes.
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· The late ingenions and learned I. Hawkins Browne, esq. bas translated and interwoven this fine fragment into his excellent poem De Animi

Immortalitate, book the first. Figut not with God, nor thwart his wiser will, (Contending serves to aggravate an ill,)

Quocirca ille mihi felix vixisse videtur, But hardly bear those ills he's pleas'd to send;}

Qui postquam aspexit mundi solenne theatrum Why should we blame the laws we cannot inend?

Æquo animo, hunc solem, et terras, mare, uubila,

et ignem;
T'age 70.

Protinus unde abiit, satur ut convira remigrat.
Nempe hæc, seu centum vivendo conteris annos,
Seu paucos numeras, eadem redeuntia cernes;

Hisque nihil melius, nihil atque recentius unquam Wuoc'rr approaches to the Lord of all,

Omne adeo in terris agitur quod tempus, babeto And with his ofierings desulates the stall;

Ut commune forum; peregre vel euntibus alWho brings av hundred bulls with garlands drest,

plum The purple mantle, or the golden vest,

Hospitium, temerè fuitans ubi vita moratur, Or ivory tigures richly wrought around,

Mille inter nugas jactata, negotia mille. Or curious images with emeralds crown'd; Qui prior abscedit, portum prior occupat ; Eja! And hopes with these Goa's favour to obtain, Collige vela eitus, ne fortè viatica desint, His thoughts are foolish, and his hopes are vain, Quid cessas? subeunt morbique et acerba tuorun He, only be way trust his pray’rs will rise, Funera, et insidiis circùm undique scpta senec. And Heav'n accept his grateful sacrifice,

tus. Who leads bencficunt a virtuous life,

Perhaps the reader will not be displeased to Who wrongs no virgin, s ho corrupts no wife;

see Mr. Soame Jennyn's stranslation of the above No robber he, no murderer of mankind, No miser, servant to the sordid mind.

passage quoted from Mr. Browne's Immortality,

To me most happy therefore he appears, Dare to be just, my Pampbilus, disdain

Who having once, unmov'd by hopes or fears, The smallest trifle for the greatest gaip:

Survey'd this sun, earth, ocean, clouds, and flame, For God is nigh thee, and bis purer sight

Well satisfy'd returns from whence he came. In acis of goodness only takes delight:

Is life a hundred years, or e'er so few, He teeds i he labourer for his honest toil,

"Tis repetition all, and nothing new: And litaps bis substance as he turns the soil.

A fair, where thousands meet, but none can stay, To him then hunibly pay the rites divine,

An ion, where travellers bait, then post away: Avd not in garmenis, but in goodness sbine.

A sea, where man perpetually is tost, Guiltless of conscience thou may'st safely sleep, T.Qugd thuyder bellow through the boundless Who leave it first, the peaceful port first gain;

Now plung'd in business, now in trifles lost: deep,

Hold then! no farther lanch into the main : Page 268.

Contract yonr sails; life nothing can bestow * The figures at the bottom of each fragThe wretched privilege daily to deplore

By long continuance, but continued woe: meut refer to the page in Le-Clerc's edition, The funerals of our friends, who go before: where the original is to be found.

Diseases, pains, anxieties, and cares,
And age surrounded with a thousand snares.

Dodsley's Collection, vol. H.

THE ACCEPTABLE SACRIFICE.

CREATURES,

VIRTUE ONLY IS NOBILITY.

THE OMNIPOTENCE OF GOLD.

He dies not well,
who bending into age,

MAN UNHAPPY, COMPARED WITU OTUER
Droops under years, and tottering quits the
stage.
Page 181.

If to my choice indulgent Heav'n would give,
This life worn out, another life to life,
And say, “Partake what form delights thee best,
Be man again, again with reason blest;

Assume the horse's strength, the sheep's warm CEASE, if you love me, mother, cease to trace

coat, Our long extraction to an antient race;

Bark in the dog, or wanton in the goat ; Tis the is alone who boast no inbred worth

For this is fate's immutable decree, To found their claim of honour on their birth,

And one more being is reserv'd for thee :' And strive their want of virtue to supply

To bounteous Heav'n I'd thus prefer my prayer ; With glory burrow'd from old ancestry.

“ () let not reason's lamp be lighted here ! That all had ancestors the proof you give,

Make me not man; his only-partial race When you admit, that all have liv’d, or live:

Holds vice in credit, virtue in disgrace. If thousands God it difficult to trace [place) Toe steed victorious in the rapid course (Through lack of friends, or luckless change of

Eats fuod more dainty than the sluggish horse : In whose pure veins their streams of kindred ran,

Is there a dog, distinguish'd for his smell? Are they less noble than the few that can?

No common dog will ever fare so well: The poorest tenant of the Libyan wild,

The gallant cock that boasts heroic blood, Whose life is pure, whose thoughts are undelil'd,

Rakes not in dirty dunghills for his food; In titled ranks may claim the first degree,

And should he strut among the feather'd crew, For virtue only is nobility.

Each conscious brother pays him honour due.
Page 240,

Man, tho' of each accomplishment possest,
Renowu'd for valour, and with virtue blest,
Gains from the hcedless world no due regard,

His worth no praise, his valour no reward : An ancient sage', which some perhaps think odd, While fawning flatterers bask in fortune's ray, Asserts that every element's a god;

Kuaves that detract, and villains that betray. A god this earth, where vivid verdure grows; "Tis better far thro’any form to pass, A god the fire that burns, the breeze that To crawl a reptile, or to drudge an ass, blows;

Than see base miscreants, guilt's abandon'dcrew,
The silver streams that thro' the vallies stray, Enjoy those honours that are virtue's due."
The stars that shine by night, the Sun by day.

Page 248.
But I this plain, this certain maxim hold,
“ There's no propitious deity but gold :”
Safe in thy house this splendid god inshrine,
And all the blessings of the world are thine ;

To know the origin from whence you came, The grand retinue, and the burnish'd plate,

And the frail fashion of this human frame, The pompous villa, and the menial great ;

Pause o'er those monuments with pensive eye, Gold can buy friends, or soften rigid laws,

Where purpled tyrants, proud oppressors lie; And bias every witness to your cause :

All who could boast wealth, wisdom, beauty,birth, Spare not expense-give largely, and 'tis odds

Here meet, and mingle with one common earth : Eat mighty gold will bribe the very gods.

Yet these no bright accomplishinents could save
Page 249.
From fate's dread sentence to

the gloomy

grave : THE MISERY AND FOLLY OF MAN.

There while you read the frailty of your frame,

Learn from what vile original you came.
LORD of creation, man-come, all things see

Page 276.
Exceed in happiness and wisdom thee.
Behold yon ass, to whoin thy partial race
Gives jo the world of life the lowest place:

THE PLEASURES OF SOLITUDE.
Thou call'st him wretched, and I grant him so,
But not from self his pitied sufferings fow;

How sweet and pleasant to a man endued
Beneath stern nature's load the wretch may Pensive to rove, not meditating harm,

With moral goodness, is deep solitude ? groan,

And live in affluence at his country farm. Yet wisely still adds nothing of his own :

For in large cities where the many bide, But man, alas ! besides his natural share,

Self-cankering envy dwells,and high-blown pride: Makes half those evils he repines to bear.

There lull'd in all the luxury of ease, Does any sneeze?? grief turns the hearers pale; They live at large, licentious as they please; We burn with anger if the world should rail :

Yet soon these pleasures pall, and quick decay, Unlucky dreains with terrour fill the soul;

Like the light blaze that crackling dies away. We tremble at the hooting of an owl :

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By contests, prejudices, pride, and law,
Unnumber'd evils on ourselves we draw,
Page 244.

SORROW FAMILIAR TO ALL MEN.
Epicharmus.

• Sneezing was sometimes reckoned an ill Sure sorrows are to human-kind ally'd: omen.

They reigo where Fortune pours her golden tide ;

THE ORIGIN OF MAN.