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Sir THO.


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,


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,




ND for the which, when that as once it was
Not to be fo, but furthermore likewise,
Since, however, whatever could furpafs.
Those things from whence themselves might well arife.
Yet notwithstanding, furthermore, also,
Tho' it might be just as a man should say,
The thing itself is either ay or no,
And refts the fame for ever, and for ay.

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
That leads the op'ning year;
The year advancing to prolong,
AUGUSTUS' way demands our fong,
And calls for universal cheer.
Your antient annals, BRITAIN, read,
And mark the reign you moft admire ;
The present shall the past exceed,

And yield enjoyment to defire.
Or if you find the coming year

In bleffings fhould tranfcend the laft, The diff'rence only will declare

The present sweeter than the paft.
But, ah the fweets his sway bestows,
Are greater far than greatnefs knows.
With various penfive cares opprefs'd,
Unfeen, alas, the royal breast.
Endures his many a weight,
Unfelt by fwains of humble ftate.


Thus brooding on her lonely neft,
Aloft the eagle wakes,
Her due delights forfakes,
Tho' Monarch of the air confefs'd,


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Her drooping eyes refufe to close;
While fearlefs of annoy,
Her young belov'd enjoy
Protection, food, and sweet repose.

What thanks, ye BRITONS, can repay
Se mild, fo juft, fo tender fway ?

Your annual aid when he defires,
Lefs the king than land requires;
All the dues to him that flow
Are ftill but royal wants to you :
So the seasons lend the earth
Their kindly rains to raise her birth;
And well the mutual labours fuit,
His the glory, yours the fruit.
Affift, affift, ye fplendid throng,

Who now the royal circle form;
With duteous wifhes blend the fong,
And every grateful wifh be warm.

May CAESAR's health his reign fupply,
"Till faction fhall be pleas'd, or die;
Till loyal hearts defire his fate :
"Till happier fubjects know
Or foreign realms can show
A land fo blefs'd, a king fo great!"


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,
Without regarding either to or for,
Some, not in vain, together, blindly go,
Then only them, however I abhor,

Not that becaufe, which fome I know will fay,.
Indubitable reasons may be giv'n.;

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,.
That calls for general cheer
Since nothing good can live too long,
Let AUGUSTUS have a fong;
And, hey, for gambols, and ftrong beer!



BRITONS, your chronicles go read;
See what king's reign you most admire :
The prefent fhall the paft exceed,
And be whate'er your hearts defire.
For if, by chance, the next NEW-YEAR'
But proves as lucky as the laft,
Why, then the prefent, 'tis most clear,

Is far more happy than the past.

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But ha!
Is greater far than great can be!

With cares, which none can fee, oppress'd,
And thoughtful too, the royal breast
Endures full many a weight,
Unfelt by cottagers of state.
Thus brooding, fingle, in her neft,
The fhe king eagle wakes;

Nor half her due of pleasure takes,
Tho' monarch of the air confefs'd.
Nay, tho' fhe wakes, her eyes don't close ;
She keeps ftrict watch and ward,

Her young one, yet unhatch'd, to guard;
That they may eat, unborn, in sweet repose..
What thanks, ye BRITONS! can repay
So mild, fo uft, so soft, a sway?
When once a year he asks your aid,
The land, and not the king, is paid.
Nay, and what's more. his royal due
Is but a royal want in you.
Air, moift or dry, alike fends rain,
To raise up earth, that's bern again :
Bleffings more grateful, uninvok'd:
His fame well fpread, your land well foak'd.

fo fweet a prince as he,


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