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appear that the tendency of the bill was in- Mr. Jenkinson i hen entered very fully into jurious to our liberties: a subject on which the subject of the Southern Whale Fishery, much had been said, and on which he was which he said was worthy of encouragement, desirous to hear more before a decision was and deserving the bounty applied for. The formed. The pressure of taxes in this coun- late bounty being no more than 6l. 175. per try, of which he acknowledged the necesiy, cent. in the whole of the cargo, could have and of the increase of which he was also ap- no very falutary operation. The idea of a prehensive, made it very much an object in bounty on connage he much dilapproved, order to induce the people to acquicsce in the as it w3s a support to indolence, initead of burthens they now fulained, thai, in articles being an incitc ment to exercion. The followof revenue, the House should comply in a ing was the manner in which he recommendgreat measure with their fenciments, and ed the bountiesto be given: to the three firft fometimes with their prejudices; for which velle ls that brought home the greatest quan, reason, he observed, it would be impolitic lity of oil, after sailing beyond the 26th of to have recourse to such odious and unpopular 3. L. 500l. each. To three bringing the lemeasures. The time, however, to decide, was cond greate it quantity, 409). each. so the when the bill appeared, and the people had ihree bringing the third dito, 300l. To the it in their power to compare its advantages three bringing the fourth ditio, 2001. and to and inconveniences. He was apprehensive the three bringing the filih ditto, 100l. each. the objections on a constitutional head would He also propoled giving io the firlt vellel that be the strongest. As to the expence which arrived 700l. to the second third, fourth, the in: rease of officers mighe create, the deci- and fifth, 600l. 5001. qrol. and 300l, respecfion of t at would depend on examining tively. The ben. fits of these bounties be' whether by the measure as much would be proposed extending to Americans, after be. paid as would render other laxes to a greater ing fettled there for a certain period, and amount unnecessary.
further suggested various regulations for preSir Grey Cooper, Mr. Rose, and the At. venting frauds. torney-General ipoke, after which the refo- These resolutions having been proposed, lation palied, and was ordered to be reporic the House then refumed, and adjourned. ed on Mondays
(To be continued.]
LA · P'ART E N Z A. When politics and party rage
Shall Arive such talents to engage,
And call him to controul the great,
'Till charming Anna's gentler mind, What's to be done? Some wiis in vogue For storms of faction ne'er design'd, Wou'd quickly find an epilogue,
Shallthink with pleasure on the times Compos'd of whim and minin and satire, When Arno liftend to his rhymes; Without one drop of true good-nature: And reckon among Heav'n's best mercies But trust me, 'uis corrupted titta,
Our Piozzi's voice and Parsons'verses. To make lo merry with th: lift,
Thou too, who oft haft ftrung the lyre Wher in tha: faial word we fund
To livelicft notes of gay delire, Each Yoe to gaiety combin'd.
No longer seck these scorching flames, Since paring then on drno's shore,
Or'trifle with Italian dames; We part perhaps to meet no more ;
But haite to Britain's chafier ille, Thou firit! to foothe whose feeling heart Receive fome fair-one's virgin (mile, Tiie Mule bellow'd her lenient art,
Accept her vows, reward her truth, Accepe her counsel, quit this coait,
And guard from ills t.er artless youth: With only one short luftrum loft,
Keep her from knowledge of the crimes Nor longer let the tuneful Itrain
Which taint the sweets of warmer climes; On foreign ears be pour'd in vain;
But let her weaker bloom disclose The wreaths which on thy brow shou'd live, The blushes of a hot-house rose, Britannia's hand alone can give.
Whole leaves no insect ever haunted, Meanwhile for Bertie Fate prepares Whose perfume but to one is granted ; A mingled wreath of joys and cates,
* The Florence Miscellany : a Volume composed of the Poems of Mrs. Piozzi, Mr. Greathead, Mr. Merry, Mr. Parsons, and some foreigners; amongst others, the Duke de Nivernois,
ju ncn novit.
LIFE lina mirror, where with case we
Pleas'd with her pariner to retire,
'Tis but the name, to serve some hatefulend, And chcer ihe falc domestic fire ;
Aflum'd and hackney'd, to decrive a friend. There Anna's bright example tell,
A friend ! a name in times of Id rever'd, And let her learn to live as well.
A name in modern times but i Idom heard : While I, who, half amphibious grown, No danger thin could lem the genial vide, Now scarce call any place my own,
No favour now, but what's u th gain ally'd. Will learn to view, with eye serene, Amongit the wealthy wou'd you friendship Life's empty plot and shifting licenc;
fee? And inuiting till to lieav'n's high care, Amongst the wealthy 'is not doom'd to be ; Fix my firm habitation there.
Tae thirl of folly and the rage of game 'Twas thus the Grecian fage or old,
Each lost affection and cach passion claim; As by Herodotus we're told,
The stupid huiband and the giddy wife Accus'd by them who fai above
Live one continu'd round of ihouzlu (s life; As wanting in his country's love;
Contempt ensues; talle to each other's bed, “ 'Tis thai, he cry'd, which most I prize," Curse the vile bour their parents made them And pointed upward to the skies.
Disease and want attack with double force, An E PIST LE And the feene clears, in hope of a divorce. To the Rev. S. LUSHINGTON, A. M. Is there no character, you sighing lay, : Vicar of Nonb Caitle, Northumberland.
That dare behold the open face of day, Lupus eft homo homini, non homo. Quum qualis To view with pleasure in a though:ful hour?
Amongst the wealthy, or the humble poor, PLAUT. in Asin.
Yes, i here are many, c'en amongst the great,
With growing plealure you may contemfind
plate, The wild pursuits, the follies of mankind ; Whose gentle virtues glow with social blaze, The vague begion ngs and the fruitliis cods To shame the habits of these modern days. O! foolith cumpacts, and of taithlets friends; But leaving wealth and pageantry to those The protfer'd good with honied kindndfs Who happinets from fich pursuits propose, hung,
A fair example, and a worthier mark Whose words, unask'd, move the beguiling For approbation, fing the Man of Hark. tongue;
O for the strength o! Pope's immorial lyre, Whose meaningos double, quick at cunning's The varicd turns of Dryden's living fire, call,
Then might he rauk, or one deplore the loss, With deep design, fraught with iníctious A just companion with the Man of Ross! gali:
Where Tyne majestic rolls his Gilver tide, The unlufpeting, with an open breast, And branching plane-trees deck his Roping Hears and concludes, adopts it for the best ; The glaring phantom hugs with loided aim, Stands a small village, with few vices stor'd, Nor dreads the mischict couch'd within the Yet peace and plenty grace the liumble board charm,
Here, whilom liv'd, devoted to his plan 'Till sage Experience cool attention begs, Of toilfome industry, this good old man, And proves ihc lure base Cunning's noilome Who thro’ the space of fixty rolling years, dregs.
Unwarp'd by follies, nor depress'u by tears, The forward friend who struts in ev'ry Pursu'd with pleasure what he once begun, place
From the up-siling to the fouing sun. With hät in hand and smiles upon his face, No toils enfeebled, and no boundsconfin'd With cringing bow and with a beckoning Th' unwearicd efforts of his nobie mind; nod
Calon and serene, he liv'd with open door, Attracts your glance, and peftrrs your abode, The needy serv'd, reliev'd the clamorous Lauglis o'er your table with a front at calc,
poor: Devours your viands, Itrives your wife to Born to l'oportion, like the sons of wealth, please ;
Save, first of bleilings, prace and conitant With day offers, and deceptious (miles,
health! For several years th’unwary foul beguiles : No neighbour envy'd what industry won, A favour's wanted, and this friend is try'd ; No eye beheld but withid his labor done; The queftron's heard, and with a frown de- No weeping widow mourn'd in sables dark, ny'd;
But kiss'd lier child, and blessid the dion of Abath'a, concludes his former friendship's Wark. cool,
When full of years, and wearied of this life, But ne'er fufpects himself an honeft fool. Around his bed stood no bewailing wife ; Wncre molt is proffer'd, Icast is always No child, relation, on the parent call, meant ;
But many a friend grief's reallcars les full ; A conflant rule, Snspect the man's intent : Few cheeks were dry, when toll'd his palling Where words and smiles are all that friend.
bell, thip gives,
Few breaits but figh'd, when heard the fujo Oo promiles what cringing courtier lives?
lemn knell, Ana 2
Yet in his death, and in his dying pray'r,
A hateful Nur upon a noted name, The woe-worn orphan was his latest care ; By thousands damo'd to everlasting shame. A fund he left, sway'd by the noblest rule, On life's broad stage where'er our foot. To teach the orphan in a public school,
fteps tend, To learn cach duty of the moral creed,
Some few we praise, but most we reprehend : To clothe the naked, and the poor to feed ; Give worth its due, let virtue pot complain, And order'd yearly, on a certain day, Whilst pallid Avarice clanks her iron chain. His trustees should his last bequests obey, And give to all who could in justicc claim
VICTOR The boafted honour of his humble name; This his beheft whilft fall the trickling rains, On the PLEASURES of POETRY. Whilst trees spring up, and rivers grace the plains,
By WILLIAM PARSONS, Efq.
Nor Muse nor Grace bestow'd one genial That shames, the customs of our wanton days!
Blame all pursuits but those of wealth and Read what's below, give honor where you
And damn to scorn the Bard's fubliment can, The one's a knight, the other an honest man.
lay : Sir Thomas lives, the last of all his line,
Yet there are joys to vulgar souls unknown, Whose ancestors in Honor's annals shine ; Unfelt by those who view them with dis. The last but worst, a shameful falling-off,
dain The orphan's terror, and the widow's icoff.
Joys by the sacred Muse reserv'd alone To fly the sorrows of a wedded life,
For them the fav'sites of her blissfal reign. He hates the grating mention of a wise, Yet keeps his whores, stern truth maintains Ņot that their brows with laurel wreaths are the tale,
bound, And sets his offspring up to public fale; And listening crouds their choral plaudits On turtles faltens, to indulge the sense, Loves the dear gout, but hates the past ex- Not that proud Fame's wide-echoing trump pence :
Inall sound, What fool would squander, whilft on earth To spread from pole co pole their deathhe lives,
less praise; To purchase only what another gives ! A farthing sav'd, close keeps the iron chest, But that of Heaven belov’d, and Fancy blest, Nor feeds nor warms the beggar's panting Her every charm with rapturë fills their
All Nature to their eye appears more bright; brealt:
breast, This hoarding maxim bars his creaking doos, Where a gaunt mastiff growls away the poor,
And not a glance eludes their piercing By sad neglect, what his forefathers gave
fight. To deeds of charity, the poor to save From want, from hunger, when the northern Their eye's " fine phrenzy" marks her am
ple reign, blast His icy feiters o'er this clime has calt;
Entranc'd they bend before each awful
form ; With sav'nous clutches the poor pittance The dark brow'd forest, and the boordless
keeps, And !midit the howling tempeft soundly
main, nceps ;
The cloud-capt mountain, and the whelm. Bids the poor widow, to encrease her fare,
ing storm. Like the cameleon, feed on putrid air.
For them more beauteous finiles the verbal How wide the diff'rence, how diftin&t the
And brighter tints adorn the rural bowers ; 'Twixe those two beings of the human kind! 'Tis theirs to rove thro' scenes for ever gaya One liv'd by labor, and he liv'd for all ;
And cull Imagination's faire flowers. The other lives, yet deaf to hunger's call. A dupe to cunning, and a llave to fear, Chants the lone throstle at the close of day, A wretch he's with i welve thousand pounds Os inines the dew-drop on the morning a year :
rose, Despis'd he lives, unmoan'd, unwept he'll die, Or breathes ine woodbine on their noontide Tho' sculptur'd bults fhew where his re
No common transport in their bolom Here many a fuol shall pass the filent place,
glows: And biss contempi for luch well-care'd difm
Where'er they stray beneath propitious skies, Or cake the waiter's place an office harder, Soft music erills, etherial forms appear;
To recommend the literary larder, Visions withheld but from poetic cyes, Where ready.dress'd of every fort and kind, And sounds that only greet the purged car*. They shew che motley hodge-podge of the
mind; Shall then the rigid critic's wrinkled brow,
Here balf-starv'd, meagre, and unwholesome Shall (imp'ring Folly's vain contemptuous
There intellectual dainties fresh and good. Bid us no more our ardent hopes avow,
For those who chuse the standing dish and And damp the rising glow with chilling
Ox is the epic poem ; grunting pig Not so, my friends-while these gay scenes The whimp'ring elegy, whole vexing whine ye rove,
Serves many a growling auditor to dine ; Where youthful Milton nurs'd his grow- For lamb, chat tasteless thing 'twixt milk ing Game,
and grass, Where Gray in Fancy's loom his raptures The vapid paftoral may fairly pass ; wove,
For those who are to satire more inclin'd, Parsue the track that leads to living fame. The pickled stings of epigrams you find; As when to Glory's seats the Prophet flew,
Bitters, diftill'd from hyssop, rue, and nettles, To his low'd friend the mantle he resigud, The acid ftomach of the critic settles ; JOHNSON, blest hade! Thall his on Piozzi
Dozens of larks as birth-day odes appear, view,
That foar a while to usher in the year, His nervous sense with female softness And [scarce remember'd that they c'er had
Then in the furrow sink forgotten things, join'd.
wings; Thy cypress wreath, Melpomene, to gain Small birds are novels, wild geese old GREATHEAD Thall scorn thro' meaner
romances, walks to stray ;
And every guest may take the dish he fancies. And MERRY pour his ever
er-varying strain, Crown'd by cach Muse, the serious and Such is the large repart-yet cynics say,
None are allow'd to taste but those who pay; I too, allur'd by love of lofty rhyme,
That mind and body are both fed for hire, Left the white cliff wherè Britain's furges And only interest lights the Muse's'fire; roar;
That man, a niggard mercenary ell, And much I hop'd from this inspiring clime,
Ne'er gives a dinner but to please himself. AR NO's rich vale and TIBUR's classic
This I deny for mov'd by nobler ends,
I see with joy my table filled with friends;
And far from fordid views, once more deHaply, I said, the Muse may there be found
clare, By me. Vaiu thought! To Genius close A cordial welcome to my homely fure; allied,
Each hospitable with inspires my breast, For him with equal force she breathes around
And my heart throbs to cach invited guest. * EARTHAM's chill feat and LAVANT's scanty lide.
Some five moons past, your favour to PROLOGUE
# Arm'd cap-a-pie I fought the warlike To the ROMAN FATHER.
plain ; Spoken by WILLIAM FECTOR, Esq. at For your diverfion I a lover sigh'd his Private Theatre in Dover, April 18,
For you I mov'd an hero, bled, and dy'd. 1786.
“ Can nonc remember?-Yes, I know all Written on the Occalion by Mr. PRATT,
When cover'd o'er with honourable dust, Author of Emma Corbet, Sympathy, &c.
I lately böre the life-consuming dart, LOGUES to Plays, like prefaces to And felt the poisou'd arrow at iny heart. books,
For you this night I rise again, and come, At public banquets act the part of cooks; Fill'd with the genius of immortal Rome;
The heav'aly tune which none can hcar
+ Eartham in Sussex, the seat of Mr. Hayley, author of several celebrated modern poems, though beautified by his taste, is naturally exposed and barren.- The Lavant is a Atream that flows under the walls of Chichester, and is so very insignificant, that its channel is sometimes entirely dry; yet the masterly compositions of Collins, who lived in that neighbourhood, have made it vie with the most diftinguished rivers of antiquity,
Alluding to the representation of the Siege of Damascus, in which play Mr. Fector performed Phocyas,
L AD is
Once more, in flight array my troops I For what po spot on earth can match out bring,
ill And make my general muster for the spring ; 'Tis necdlcss now to tell you 'tis your faite. My little corps are drawn up in review, And if my sons must fall they fall for you.
S Ο Ν Ν Ε Τ Yet soft--mcthinks I hear you juilly dcem To Mrs. SMITH, ou re ding her Sonnets This boasted conduct selfish in xtreme ;
lately published. Our aim is pleafure, it that aim fucceed,
OT the sweet bird, who thro' the nights 'Our self-love must be gratified indeed!
' The highest interest is thull!o share
Pours the sad story of her hapless love Each pleasure with the generous and fair.
To the touch'd heari, such tender things can This is our plea, and grateful ike delight,
say, That thus divides th' amulements of the
Or with such plaintive eloquence can night.
move! E PILOGUE Base were those groveling minds, those breafs
of stone, To the ROM AN FATHER.
Who taught thee grief nor time nor hope Spoken by WILLIAM FECTOR, Esq.
can heal ;
Hours may they know yopitied and alone; Written by PETER PINDAR, Esq. When their own woes Thall make the
wretches feel. (Enter in a fright.)
Oh! could or fame or friendship aught * Good God! what is'. ?" - you in
impart stantly require;
To cure the cruel wounds thy peace bas
known I'm really in a moli confounded fright, Believe me there's no EPILOGUE to-night.
For others forrow's, fill thy tender heart
Should softly melt;- but never !or chipe “ No Epilogue ?" I hear you wond'rin; faj
own! “ Nune?"-" Then, you cry, the devil take - the play:
Till pitying all-and ev’n thy foes forg.res, " What? mult we dismal part, and seck our
Thy candid spirit-seeks iis native heaven.
D. 66 beds
Chicheler, May 8, 1786. " With 'nough: but shrieks and murders in
" our heads; " Go home without of mirth one single grain EPITAPH on Dr. JOHNSON. " To exorcise the horrors from our brain ?"
By SOAME JENYNS, Esq. E'en fo-yet would I lofe those fav’rite cars, Could my poor talents (mile away your tears ERE lies poor Johnson ! Reader, have With some smart touches in the crmic strain, That charming sunshine after thowers of
Tread lightly, left you rouse a sleeping Bear. rain ;
Religious, moral, generous, and humane To climb Parnassus could I boast the rill,
He was, but sell-fufficient, rude and vain; I'd bring such treasures from the sacred hill! Ill-bred and overbearing in dispute, Yet now I think again [ ftudying), immorial
A scholar and a christian, yet a brute. verfe [ironically
Wou'd you know all his wisdom and bis At this time is most lamentably scarce !
folly, Engag'd the life of Johnson to compose, His actions, sayings, mirth and melancholy, The Muses all are buly writing profe,, Bofwell and Thrale, retailers of his wit, Colleeting every anecdote they can
Will tell you how he wrote, and talk'd, and Of that oracular, that wond'rous man,
cough'd and (pit.
S P RING.
IS the Linnet's early note
Marks the glad return of spring; The dogs that like a Veitris danc'd a jig,
'Tis the odours mild that float That Soloinon of brutes the learned sig, On every Zephyr's balnıy wingi The woucier of cach Cockney and his dame,
'Tis the morning's Glvery dew; Noliinger fiil the sundred mouths of Fame; 'Tis the violet's azure bell; Like plays and operas they have had their 'Tis the snow-drop's virgin bue ; run,
The yellow primrose fragrant (mell; And idle London gapes for other fun.
'Tis the harmless lambkin's bleat; You see then, Ladics, I have nought to 'Tis the bud on eviry spray ; say,
'Tis the vallies which repeat Yet bless'd with confidcnce enough to pray The ploughman's note lo blithe and gay