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 COFFEEHOUSE BIRCHIN-LANE, and you'll oblige, your quondam well-wisher and ftickler for your JOURNAL to serve 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, A JOHN A NOKES. ND for the which, when that as once it was Since, however, whatever could furpafs. Those things from whence themselves might well arise. Tho' it might be just as a man fhould fay, 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. Grub Grubftreet Journal, N° 105. An ODE to His MAJESTY, on NEW YEAR'S-DAY, 1732. By Mr. CIBBER, Servant to His MAJESTY... A RECITATIVO. Wake with joyous fongs the day That leads the op'ning year; The year advancing to prolong, AUGUSTUS' sway demands our fong, And calls for univerfal cheer. AIR. Your antient annals, BRITAIN, read,. But, ah the fweets his fway bestows, AIR. Thus brooding on her lonely neft, Her due delights forfakes, Tho' Monarch of the air confefs'd 0.3 Hei Her drooping eyes refuse to close; Her young belov'd enjoy Protection, food, and fweet repofe. RECITATIVÒ. What thanks, ye BRITONS, can repay AIR. Your annual aid when he defires, RECITATIVO. May CAESAR's health his reign fupply, Or foreign realms can show A land fo blefs'd, a king fo great! Mr. BAVIUS, 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, THOMAS STILES. If F when at all, fuppofe it fhould be fo, Some, not in vain, together, blindly go, 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 eafier clim'd the steep afcent 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. A RECITATIVO.. Wake, with fongs, the opening day, Since nothing good can live too long, And, hey, for gambols, and ftrong beer! AIR. BRITONS, your chronicles go read; See what king's reign you moft admire: And be whate'er your hearts defire. Why, then the prefent, 'tis most clear, Is far more happy than the past. But ha! RECITATIVO. fo sweet a prince as he, Is greater far than great can be! With cares, which none can fee, oppress'd, Unfelt by cottagers of state. AIRS Thus brooding, fingle, in her neft, The the king eagle wakes; Nor half her due of pleafure takes, RECITATIVO. What thanks, ye BRITONS! can repay So mild, fo uft, fo foft, a fway? When once a year AIR.. he asks your aid, The land, and not the king, is paid. His fame well fpread, your land well foak'd. RECI |