Short as this tract is, the reader will find it ingenious, and fee fome arguments fufficiently convincing to prove, that a perfect knowledge of the English grammar will greatly facilitate the acquifition of other languages. IX. Cuckoldom triumphant, or matrimonial Incontinence vindicated, &c. 2 vols. 5s. 12mo. Thorn,

It is difficult to fay, whether dulnefs or indecency predominates moft in this execrable publication, and therefore none, who e ther regard their time, or know the value of their money, will think of honouring it with a perufal.

X. Effays and Differtations on various Subjets relative to Human Life and Happiness. 3 vols. 12mo. Dilly.

Good fenfe and benevolence are very visible in thefe volumes, but there is very little novelty to excite the curiofity of a reader.

XI. Philofophical Tranfa&tions, &c. Vel. LX for the Year 1770.

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The prefent volume of philofophical tranfactions contains fifty-two separate articles, many of which being very interefting deferve the careful perufal of our readers.

XII. The Doctor diffected: Or Willy Cadogan in the Kitchen. "Addreffed to all Inva. lids and Readers of a late Differtation on the Gout. By a Lady. 4to. 1s. Davies.

A whimsical burlesque of Dr. Cadogan's celebrated pamphlet, which has been fo greatly read by the gouty part of the public.

XIII. De Vita & Moribus Johannis Burtoni, S. T. P. Etonenfis Epiftola Edwardi Bentham, S. T. P. R. ad Reverendum admodum Robertum Lowth, S. T. P. Epifenpum Oxonientem. Svo. White.

A claffical memoir of the late very learned Doctor Burton, who died on the 10th of laft February, extremely regretted on account of his erudition and his virtue, by our two univerfities.

XIV. Pro & con: Or the Opinionists, an ancient Fragment. Published for the mufement of the curious, by Mírs. Latter. 12mo. 25. Lownds.

This is a very limfey performance, and therefore the curious cannot expect much amufement from the publication.

SOLOMON's PETITIONS.

N folemn pomp of majesty
A train of rich fupplies,

The vaft collection round the globe
The unnumber'd facrifice.
The Levites all in white array'd,

With harps and pfalteries ftand;
While trumpets with the cymbal join,
The fofter with the grand.

With various mufic yet unnam`d,
The fatred concert grace,

To praife the Lord; while he accepts,
And glory fills the place.

The king fupplies the priest to day,
And lets all Ifrael fee,

Thofe that will truft Almighty power
The care of Heav'n fhall be.

"But, will the Lord vouchsafe to dwell
With mortals here below?
Behold the heaven of heavens themselves;
Alone his glory know.
Then in the nobleft temple dwell,
Vouchsafe to dwell with speed,
And hear, O hear the mind fincere;
Thy fuppliant creatures plead-
If falsehood for a season pafs,
And juftice feels diftrefs,

ESSAYS.

The fuff'rer then appeals to thee,
And finds a fure redrefs.

Then hear from heav'n, be thou their judge,
And then they'll find it juft;
The righteous fhall rejoice to think

He made the Lord his trust.

If through thy people Ifrael's fin,
In war their battles fail;
Yet when they turn again to thee,
O let their prayers prevail.
Or when thy kindly fhow'rs denied,
We mourn a thirsty land,
Then let their fuit fincere afcend,

And mercy fill thy hand.

If peftilence or dearth prevail,
If every various ill
That can this mortal earth assail,
Permitted by thy will;

If from the earth or angry sky,*

Thy indignation's hurl'd;

Look down from heav'n, O Lord most hight
And spare the groaning world,
Heal every fecret finking heart,
Remove each public grief;

Thou only know'ft what numbers truft
In thee for quick relief.

Or if the lonely wanderer pray
To thy almighty arm,

Το

To be his guardian watch by day,

By night, his fhield from harm;

Then look from heaven's bright feat above,
Thy glorious throne on high,
And let the happy ftranger find
The God of Ifrael nigh.

Whene'er thy people take the field,
Commanded by thy word,

Against the kingdom thou fhalt choose,
And Juftice draws the sword;

Then hear their prayer, maintain their cause,
And let the nations know

The maker of the heavens above

Is Lord of earth below.

Arife, O Lord our God, arife,

In ftrength and glory too,

And let the world, thy goodness found,
-Still find thy mercy true.'
Here ends the great extatic king,
And waits the grand reply;
A fire confumes the facrifice,
Defcending from the sky.

While glory all the temple fills,

With reverence they admire,

They bow their heads, they tune their harps, To raise their praises higher.

"Thus faith the Lord, My ears have heard Thy variegated prayer;

I am the God of all the world,
And all the earth's my care.

I'll be a God to Ifrael too,

My chofen people's friend;

If they obey my righteous will,
My just commands attend."
Each thankful heart their praises join,
Because the Lord is good

The mufick plays, the trumpets found,
And all the nation flood.
MODERN CHASTITY.

An EPIGRAM.

HEN antient Befs was England's

WH queen,

Our mothers were less kind; Our fathers courted them for years,

Before they told their mind:

But now, our modern dames have found
A fhorter way to wed:
They force us off our native ground,
And push us into bed.

A BACHELOR.

PASTORAL BALLA D. Set by Mr. WoRGAN, and fung by Mijs

CowPER in Vauxhall-Gardens.

Na fecret, wifh'd-for bow'r, With fair Jenny playing, Jockey paft the noon-tide hour,

Both had been a maying. Love had made the Shepherd bold,

And her charms were killing, Yet the nymph was coy and cold, Never to be willing.

11.

How cou'd amorous Jockey gain

All the fweets of leifure?
Every art he tries in vain,

Jenny's deaf to pleasure.
Now to leave her feems inclin'
Says he'll fly to Molly,
He prefers the nymph that's kin,
Pride is nought but folly.
III.

Fearing to be left alone,

Jenny grew relenting, Rather than have Jockey gone,

Sweet the fmil'd confenting: << "Tis as well," faid fhe, " to stay, "Parting is but forrow; "Love shall conquer here to-day, "Rivals may to-morrow." ECLAIRCISSEMENT, An O D E.

HEN Order firft from Chaos cance

WCreation's univerfal frame

In fweet concordance join'd;
The fhades of Night abafh'd retir'd,
Almighty love each seraph fir'd,
To hail the Almighty Mind,
Beneath, above,

'Twas light and love, That bid each harp afpire;

By all the facred theme was fung; Love dwelt on every Angel's tongue, And lifp'd in every lyre.

Discord flept,

Envy wept,

While Mufic melted thro' the sky
Entranc'd to hear,

From ev'ry sphere,

That Nature had a note fo high!
When dearest Delia's frown diftreft

The fwain, whofe peace fhe ftole,
What jarring tortures fmote his breaft
Sad chaos of the foul !

Social haunts, filent shades,
Laughing landscapes, awful glades,
Beauty's fmile and Pleasure's strain,
Strove to footh his heart in vain.
For pleasure feem'd a gay deceit,

And friendship all a flattering folly,
And fragrance but a fancy'd sweet,
And mufic's felf was melancholy.
By grief difmay'd,

He wept and pray'd,
All, all was melancholy.
But hence depart, ye folemn glooms,
To Pilgrim paths and Hermits tombs!
No more fhall night ufurp the day,

Dordant Spirits, hence away!
For now my mufe is on the wing,
Again the Bard effays to fing:
Let love, and joy, and laughter reign!
My dearest Delia fmiles again.

A PASTORAL.

HOE BUS' bright beams had just began

to dawn,

[lawn;

And glittring rays had brighten'd all the

The

The lark, now foar'd aloft, on active wing, The feather'd quire had just began to fing; When in a mirtle bower's fequefter'd shade, Two youthful fhepherds on the banks were laid;

Far-fam'd the youths on fair Arcadia's plains, Here where they met, to tell their am'rous pains.

Fair Silvia was the gentle Strephon's care, And Damon thought his Phillis was more fair:

By love incited, thus they tun'd their lays Each emulous, the fair he lov'd to praise. The hills with joyful acclamations rung, While Strephon thus, thus gentle Damon fung.

STREPHON.

Silvia is fairer than the breaking day, When from the mountain tops Sof takes his way,

More lovely than th' odoriferous flowers, That fummer fheds upon her fav'rite bowers. DAMON.

Tall as the pine, and fofter than the down, Yet beauteous as the tulip, when first blown; More fweet than pinks or honey-fuckles are, Bright as the morn, and as the lilly fair : Such is my Phillis, form'd with ev'ry grace; In mind as charming, as she is in face. STREPHON.

In yonder bower, where the fweet eglantine Does with the lilly, and the rose entwine, My Silvia there I faw, with fleep o'er come: Whilft I a young ftray lamb was driving home: Traníported I beheld the lovely fair,

The cause of all my joys and all my care. While gazing at her charms amaz'd I ftood, Methought the feem'd the goddess of the wood.

Was Silvia's gift, her Strephon's brow to

bind:

Say, Damon, then, is Phillis half fo kind DAMON.

The live-long day would not fuffice to tell How kind my Phillis is--but now, farewellThe parfon's curfed dog purfees my lambsSee how they run affrighted to their dams! Zooks! if I catch him, he shall dearly pay For all the mischief done the other day.

SOPHIA OLIVANT,

Cross-ftreet, Hatton Garden. Aug. 7. 1771. Aged 11.

EPITAPH

On a Printer of Bofton, in New-England written by bimfelf.

THE body of

Ben Franklin, printer,
(Like the cover of an old book,
Its contents worn out,

And stripp'd of its lettering and gilding)
Lies here food for the worms.
Yet the work fhall not be loft;
For it fhall (as he believed) appear once more
In a new

And most beautiful edition
Corrected and revised
By the Author.

EXTEMPORE on reading Trapp's Virgil, by a young Gentleman of 15.

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Mourn the hardships which Æneas bore Before he reach'd Italia's fertile fhore. Was't not enough to fee his friends expire, And frame his way thro' horrid floods of fire To be in fummer's heat or winter's froft, From chime to clime o'er raging billows toft ? Then why muft he, ye Gods! for all his pains Rewarded be with Trapp's reviling strains?

The MOSS ROSE. By the late CUTHBERT SHAW, Efq; Friend to hapless Damon prove, WEETEST flow'r that decks the garden, And, each anxious care rewarding,

Teach his Delia how to love!

If thy fair example moves her,

Pleasures yielding without foart
Why thus teaze a fwain that loves her?
Why diftrefs a broken heart?
Sure a breaft fo fair-fo tender,

Gen'rous pity fhould adorn,
And at once its fweets furrender,
Unembitter'd with a thorn!

EPITAP H. On the late Mr. Gibson of Covent-Garden Theatre.

OWE'ER deficient in the mimic art,

H In real life he justly play'd his part;

The nobleft character he acted well,
And Heav'n applauded when the curtain fell
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