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on utility. May he who wants friendship also want friends. May we draw upon content for the deficiencies of

fortune. May we never speak to offend, nor hear to betray. May we learn to be frugal before we are obliged to be fo. May the feeling heart possess the fortune which the miser

abuses. May power be influenced only by juftice. May authority be amiable without debafing its dignity. May the desires of our heart be virtuous, and those de

firès be gratified. Love in a cottage, and envy to none. The circle of our female acquaintance. May virtue be our armour when wickedness is our af

failant. May we fly from the temptations which we cannot relitt. May virtue always prøve victorious. To the honeft fellow that loves his bottle at night and

his bufiness in the morning. May we be happy when alone, and chearful when in

company Perpetual disappointments to the enemies of their coun

try. May we never get into a bad cause, and never fly from

a good one. May we never desire what we cannot obtain. May we always forget when we forgive an injury. The sweets of sensibility without the bitters. Every thing of fortune but her instability. May our distinguishing mark be merit rather than money. The man who dares be honest in the worft of times. May fortune be always attendant on virtue. May genius and merit never want a friend. May the evening's diversion bear the morning's reflection. May we never want a friend and a bottle to give him. Riches without pride, or poverty without meanness. May hope be the phyfician when calamity is the disease.


Riches to the generous, and power to the merciful.
Sense to win a heart, and merit to keep it.
May providence unite the hearts that love.
May the honest heart never feel distress.
Success to our hopes, and enjoyment to our wishes.
Delicate pleasure to susceptible minds.
Health, joy, and mutual love.
Constancy in love, and sincerity in friendship.
Friendship without interest, and love without deceit.
May no coward wear a red coat, nor a hypocrite a

black one. May the armies of Great Britain always be successful in

a good cause, and never be employed in a bad one. to

“ country's good.” Perdition to the man that owes his greatness to his coun

try's ruin. Vigour and unanimity to the friends of the constitution. May the people of Britain always oppose a bad mini

ftry, and give vigour to a good one. May the King form a government of unanimity, and.

from that basis shake the world around. The hearts that sympathy unite, may Hymen join. May we form good wishes, and enjoy them all. Plenty of pleasure, and the pleasures of plenty. May real merit be rewarded in the arms of virtue. Success to our hopes, and disappointment to our fears. May the wretched this moment be happy the next. May the joys of imagination be realized. Our friends and favourites and our favourite friends. May Pallas' shield protect whom Mars crowns. May the laurels wither on the warrior's brow when he

betrays innocence. Sincerity in friendship, and constancy in love. A constant fupply to the purse of the chearful giver. Beauty without affectation, ar:d virtue without parade

. Sincerity before marriage, and fidelity afterwards. May our joys multiply, and our cares decrease. Every honelt man his right, and every rogue a halter. May hemp bind him whom honour can't. A head to earn, and a heart to spend. Chearfulness, content, and competency.




May the brow of the brave never want a wreath of laurel.
Health in freedom, and content in bondage.
May the friends of good-humour never have the vapours.
The heart that feels, and the hand that gives.
Provision to the unprovided.
Wit without bitterness, and mirth without noise.
Judgement in the choice, and moderation in our enjoy-

Inclination to confer, and gratitude to remember favours.
May we be as unwilling to give as to receive an injury.
The four H's Happy are we met,

Happy have we been,
Happy may we part, and
Happy meet again.

The EDINBURGH BUCK: An Epilogue.--Written by

R, FERGUSSON,' and spoken by Mr. Wilson, in the Theatre Royal


E who oft finish care in Lethe's

Who love to swear, and roar, and-keep it up,
List' to a brother's voice, whose fole delight
Is fleep all day, and riot all the night.

Lait night, when potent draughts of mellow wine
Did fober reason into wit refine :
When lusty Bacchus had contriv'd to drain
The fullen vapours from our shallow brain,
We sally'd forth, (for valour's dazzling fun
Up to his bright meridian had run :)
And, like renowned Quixote and his 'Squire,
Spoils and adventures were our sole desire.


First we approach'd a seeming sober dame, Preceded by a lanthorn's pallid flame, Borne by a livery'd puppy's servile hand, The Nave obsequious of her stern command. Curse on those cits,” said I, " who dare disgrace “ Our streets at midnight with a sober face; « Let never tallow-chandler give them light, 5. To guide them thro' the dangers of the night.”

The valet's cane we snatch'd, and, dem'me! I
Made the frail lanthorn on the pavement lie.
The guard, fill watchful of the lieges' harm,
With now-pac'd motion stalk'd at the alarm.
“ Guard, seize the rogues !”—the angry madam cry'd,
And all the Guard with-Cease ta rogue-reply'd.

As in a war there's nothing judg'd so right,
As a concerted and prudential Aight,
So we, from Guard and scandal to be freed,
Left them the field, and burial of their dead.

Next we approach'd the bounds of George's square ; Bleft place! No watch, no conftables come there. Now had they borrow'd Argus' eyes who saw us, All was made dark and desolate as chaos : Lamps tumbld after lamps, and loft their loftres, Like Doomsday, when the ftars shall fall in clutters. Let fancy paint what dazzling glory grew From chrystal gems, when Phæbus came in view : Each shatter'd orb ten thousand fragments ftrews, And a new fun in ev'ry fragment fhews.

Hear then, my bucks! how drunken fate decreed us For a nocturnal visit to the Meadows ; And how we, val'rous champions ! durft engageO deed unequallid !-both the Bridge and cage, The rage of perilous winters which had ftood, This 'gainst the wind, and that against the flood; But what nor rain, nor food, nor heav'n could bend e'er, We tumbl'd down, my Bucks, and made surrender.

What are your far fam'd warriors to us! 'Bout whom historians make such mighty fuzz : Pofterity may think it was uncommon, That Troy should be e'er pillag'd for a woman; But ours your ten years' sieges will excel, And juftly be esteem'd the nonpareil. Our cause is flighter than a dame's betrothing, For all these mighty feats have sprung from----nothing

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