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No. 124. MONDAY, AUGUST 3.

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Quid fremat in terris violentius ?

More Roarings of the Lion. « MR. GUARDIAN,

Before I proceed to make you my proposals, it will be necessary to inform you, that an uncommon ferocity in my countenance, together with the remarkable flatness of my nose, and extent of my mouth, have long since procured me the name of Lion in this our university.

The vast emolument that, in all probability, will accrue to the public from the roarings of my new-erected likeness at Button's, hath made me desirous of being as like him in that part of his character as I am told I already am in all parts of my person. Wherefore I most humbly propose to you, that (as it is impossible for this one lion to roar either long enough or loud enough against all the things that are roar-worthy in these realms) you would appoint him a sublion, as a Præfectus Provinciæ, in every county in Great Britain, and 'tis my request, that I may be instituted his under-roarer in this university, town, and county of Cambridge, as my resemblance does, in some measure, claim that I should.

“I shall follow my metropolitan's example in roaring only against those enormities that are too slight and trivial for the notice or censures of our magistrates, and shall communicate my roarings to him monthly, or oftener if occasion requires, to be inserted in your papers cum privilegio.

“I shall not omit giving informations of the improvement or decay of punning, and may chance to touch upon the rise and fall of tuckers; but I will roar aloud and spare not, to the terror of, at present, a very flourishing society of people called Loungers, gentlemen whose observations are mostly itinerant, and who think they have already too much good sense of their own, to be in need of staying at home to read other people's.

“I have, sir, a raven, that shall serve, by way of Jackall, to bring me in provisions, which I shall chaw and prepare for the digestion of my principal; and I do hereby give notice to all under my jurisdiction, that whoever are willing to contribute to this good design, if they will affix their informations to the leg or neck of the aforesaid raven or jackall

, they will be thankfully received by their (but more particularly

“ Your) humble servant, From my Den, at

LEO THE SECOND." College, in Cambridge,

July 29.

N. B. The raven won't bite.

"MR. IRONSIDE,

Hearing that your unicorn is now in hand, and not questioning but his horn will prove a corn

rnu-copiæ to you, I desire that in order to introduce it, you will consider the following proposal.

My wife and I intend a dissertation upon horns ; the province she has chosen is, the planting of them, and I am to treat of their growth, improvement, &c. The work is like to swell so much upon our hands, that I am afraid we shan't be able to bear the charge of printing it without a subscription, wherefore I hope you will invite the city into it, and desire those who have anything by them relating to that part of natural history, to communicate it to,

Sir, your humble servant,

HUMPHRY BINICORN."
SIR,
I humbly beg leave to drop a song

song into your lion's mouth, which will very truly make him roar like any nightingale. It is fallen into my hands by chance, and is a very fine imitation of the works of many of our English lyrics. It cannot but be highly acceptable to all those who admire the translations of Italian operas.

I.
Oh the charming month of May!
Oh the charming month of May!
When the breezes fan the treeses
Full of blossoms fresh and gay-
Full, &c.

II.
Oh what joys our prospects yield!
Charming joys our prospects yield !
In a new livery when we see every
Bush and meadow, tree and field-
Bush, &c.

III.
Oh how fresh the morning air!
Charming fresh the morning air !
When the zephyrs and the heifers
Their odoriferous breath comparem
Their, &c.

IV.
Oh how fine our evening walk !
Charming fine our evening walk !
When the nighting-gale delighting
With her song suspends our talk
With her, &c.

V.
Oh how sweet at night to dream!
Charming sweet at night to dream!
On mossy pillows, by the trilloes
Of a gentle purling stream-
Of a, &c.

VI.
Oh how kind the country lass!
Charming kind the country lass!
Who, her cow bilking, leaves her milking
For a green gown upon the grass-
For a, &c.

VII.
Oh how sweet it is to spy!
Charming sweet it is to spy!
At the conclusion her confusion,
Blushing cheeks, and down-cast eye-
Blushing, &c.

VIII.
Oh the cooling curds and cream !
Charming cooling curds and cream!
When all is over she gives her lover!
Who on her skimming-dish carves her name-
Who on, &c.”

"MR. IRONSIDE,

July 30. I have always been very much pleased with the sight of those creatures, which being of a foreign growth, are brought into our island for show: I may say, there has not been a tiger, leopard, elephant, or hyghgeen, for some years past, in this nation, but Ì have taken their particular dimensions, and am able to give a very good description of them. But I must own, I never had a greater curiosity to visit any of these strangers than your lion. Accordingly I came yesterday to town, being able to wait no longer for fair weather; and made what haste I could to Mr. Button's, who readily conducted me to his den of state. He is really a creature of as noble a presence as I have seen, he has grandeur and good humour in his countenance, which command both our love and respect; bis shaggy mane and whiskers are peculiar graces. In short, I do not question but he will prove a worthy supporter of British honour and virtue, especially when assisted by the unicorn: you must think I would not wait upon him without a morsel to gain his favour, and had provided what I hope would have pleased, but was unluckily prevented by the presence of a bear, which constantly, as I approached with my present, threw his eyes

and stared me out of my resolution. I must not forget to tell you, my younger daughter and your ward is bard at work about her tucker, having never from her infancy laid aside the modesty-piece. I am, venerable NES

in my way,

TOR,

“ Your friend and humble servant, P. N."

"I was a little surprised, having read some of your lion's roarings, that a creature of such eloquence should want a tongue, but he has other qualifications which make good that deficiency."

No. 134. FRIDAY, AUGUST 14.

Matronæ præter faciem nil cernere possis,

Cætera, ni Catia est, demissâ veste tegentis. Hor. My lion having given over roaring for some time, I find that several stories

have been spread abroad in the country to his disadvantage. One of my correspondents tells me, it is confidently reported of him, in their parts, that he is silenced by authority ; another informs me, that he hears he was sent for by a messenger, who had orders to bring him away with all his papers, and that, upon examination, he was found to contain several dangerous things in his maw. I must not omit another report which has been raised by such as are enemies to me and my lion, namely, that he is starved for want of food, and that he has not had a good meal's meat for this fortnight. I do bereby declare these reports to be altogether groundless; and since I am contradicting common fame, I must likewise acquaint the world, that the story of a two hundred pound bank bill being conveyed to me through the mouth of my lion, has no foundation of truth in it. The matter of fact is this: my lion has not roared for these twelve days past, by reason that his prompters have put very ill words in his mouth, and such as he could not utter with common honour and decency. Notwithstanding the admonitions I have given my correspondents, many of them have crammed great quantities of scandal down his throat, others have choked him with lewdness and ribaldry. Some of them have gorged him with so much nonsense, that they have made a very ass of him. On Monday last, upon examining, I found him an arrant French Tory, and the day after a virulent Whig. Some have been so mischievous as to make him fall upon his keeper, and give me very reproachful language; but as I have promised to restrain him from hurting any man's reputation, so my reader may be assured that I myself shall be the last man whom I will suffer him to abuse. However, that I may give general satisfaction, I have a design of converting a room in Mr. Button's house to the lion's library, in which I intend to deposit the several packets of letters and private intelligence which I do not communicate to the public. These manuscripts will in time be very valuable, and may afford good lights to future historians who shall give an account of the present age. In the mean while, as the lion is an animal which has a particular regard for chastity, it has been observed that mine has taken delight in roaring very vehemently against the untuckered neck, and, as far as I can find by him, is still determined to roar louder and louder, till that irregularity be thoroughly reformed.

“Good MR. IRONSIDE,

I must acquaint you, for your comfort, that your lion is grown a kind of bull-beggar among the women where I live. When

my

wife comes home late from cards, or commits any other enormity, I whisper in her ear, partly betwixt jest and earnest, that, I will tell the lion of her. Dear sir, do not let them alone till you have made them put on their tuckers

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