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OU had neither the good fenfe to take my last in a right light, nor the good nature to infert it in your JOURNAL: I hope you are not fo void of good manners to keep it from its owner, as you have done from the publick. I beg you would enclose it, directed for me per PENNY-POST, to be left at the SWORD-BLADE COFFEE HOUSE BIRCHIN-LANE, and you'll oblige, your quondam well-wisher and ftickler for your JOURNAL to ferve you,
JOHN A NOKES.
This letter being read, the paper referred to, which had been read two months ago, and laid by as written in the unintelligible fublime, was ordered to be read again, and publifh'd; on purpose to oblige the author, who is certainly well qualified for our fociety, having fo happy a talent of explaining ignotum per ignotius.
UR laureat's laft ODE fo much exceeding his former in the unintelligible fublime, I have reftored it to its true reading, after the THEOBALDINE manner, for the benefit of the publick. Yours,
JOHN A NOKES.
ND for the which, when that as once it was
So if from thence there might proceed that fame, In fuch and fuch a manner ne'ertheless;
The thing itself propos'd is not to blame, Because its own effects it does exprefs.
Grubftreet Journal, No 105.
An ODE to His MAJESTY, on NEW YEAR'S-DAY, 1732. By Mr. CIBBER, Servant to HIS MAJESTY...
Wake with joyous fongs the day
And yield enjoyment to defire.
In bleffings fhould tranfcend the laft, The diff'rence only will declare
The present sweeter than the paft.
Thus brooding on her lonely neft,
Her drooping eyes refufe to close;
What thanks, ye BRITONS, can repay
Who now the royal circle form;
May CAESAR's health his reign fupply,
OU having made my brother NOKES famous in your laft paper, I hope you will not refufe me the fame honour in your next, by difplaying the following lines; otherwise I fhall highly refent it, and you may expect a SATYR from me upon your fociety, written in KEYBERIAN VERSE, fuch as the following, which will make you all as ridiculous as I am,
Sir, your humble fervant,
F when at all, fuppofe it fhould be fo,
Not that becaufe, which fome I know will fay,.
Yet, if bright PHOEBUS gilds the golden day, Our thoughts afcend infenfibly to heav'n!
If ought there be, who own, that is, if there Be any, who will not this truth deny,
None for PARNASSUS' hill e'er bid fo fair, Or easier clim'd the steep ascent than I.
Grubftreet Journal, No 106.
ODE for the NEW-YEAR; faithfully tranflated into ENGLISH, for the use of the Readers unskilled in the CIBBERINE Style; and, confequently, not a able to interpret the Figurative fublime of the Original.
N. B. Our courteous READERS are defired, for our honour, and their own emolument, to compare the exalted original, ftanza by stanza, with this our elaborate, and almoft literal tranflation.
Wake, with fongs, the opening day,.
BRITONS, your chronicles go read;
Is far more happy than the past.
With cares, which none can fee, oppress'd,
Nor half her due of pleasure takes,
Her young one, yet unhatch'd, to guard;
fo fweet a prince as he,