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284 On the present Spirit of Party.
revenging their loss by distressing their On the present Spirit of Party.
country; a method which they know

ARTY, I fear, is beginning, like will, more than any other, afflict him,

long-buried weeds, to thew itself; who in every respect feels and acts as

while unanimity seemingly blossomed the father of it.

over the face of the land. The least Those who labour to spirit up inter- A

neglect will suffer them to over-run tine broils and divisions,at a time when

the soil, and poil the promised harveft. our utmost united strength is necessary.

Diantereftedness is an antidote tò to support us against the united force

faction; as party is seldom raised by of foreign enemies, cannot surely be

integrity, rivalthip in love, in the foconsidered as the friends of their country; for it is impossible to give a

vereign's favour, a single Tentence ill

taken, has occasioned defection ; bic tronger proof that their intereit is

avarice, avarice, oftener than any onot that of the public.

B ther cause, occasions discontent. The artifices which they practise to

How often have we not been alarmáttain their end, are indeed ro trite,

ed with, The nation's in danger! Courtheir fallhoods so gross, and their real intentions so ill disguised, that they

trymen, take care of your liberties! And

who are those who have made this must them felves secretly despise the ve

uproar but a set of people that wanted ry credulity to which they owe their

to do just as they saw others behave ? success, if indeed such credulity is to

They saw many feathering their nefts, be found.

с Let the public therefore intirely dif

they grumbled at their own naked:

ness, and wanted to be in, that they regard clamourous invective on one

might be as well fledged as their hand, and elaborate panegyric on the other, and keeping their eye fixed up


Long lias it been declaimed in every on the conduct of those by whom his

paper, and harangued at every public majesty Mall think proper to administer his government, judge for themselves D were ohnoxious, at least the multi

meeting, that places and pensions whether they are faithful in their trust,

plicity of them; and that it is not wise in their counsels, vigorous in their

right one man should have too many measures, and steady in their princi

in his gift, because by that means he. ples : if they are not, there will be no

might make so many creatures, that need of Monitors to mark the defects;

if hereafter he should act erroneously, they will not only be visible, but pal

his interest would be too firmly fixed, pable ; they will not only be seen but

either for the popular breath of cla. felt : however, as many must look on E mour, or even the tempest of comat a distance, and frequently trust the

plaint, to drive him from his anj'eport of others, if any fact is misre.

chorage. presented either through favour on

But although my countrymen, in one side, or malice on the other, I will

the warmth of their hearts, exclaim ftate it fairly to the public, and when any specious falfhood is asserted, I will

against Bribery and Corruption, and

against Places and Pensions, I do not detect and expose it. As to the scan."

F see but what every person is fond of dal and abuse, which like much that

getting a Place or a Pension, and fond has been lately published, is too gross even of folliciting those very people, to be believed, as it becomes harmless

whom, behind their backs, they defrom its very malignity, I shall leave it to perish, and be forgotten without

spise. What can we say to these

things, but only that they are so, that any reprehension or notice.

they always were so, and that, by all If this undertaking should be tho't

appearance, are very likely to conti. presumptuous or assuming, let it be G

nue so ? remembered, that truth may always be irrefragably defended against fall

Observations on the FROTH seen ox hood, without abstruse science, or lo

Plants, &c. gical subtility, the acuteness of uncommon penetration, or the auxiliary We see in the spring a certain honelt meaning, and an unprejudiced

differently to all sorts of plants. Namind, will alone render the task ealy; turalists have spoken of this froth they will also, in the opinion of good

without knowledge. Some fancy that men, render it honourable, and luce

it is the extravaláted juice of plants, pessful among the ingenuous, the dir- and others that it is a frothy dew. Iabonate, and thie free,

fidore of Serville, says, it is the spitting


The Froth seen on Plants accounted for. 283 of the cuckoo. Swamerdan pretends, quantity of froth issues from it, which that a kind of locusts or grass-hoppers it extends by driving it on either side. form it from their mouth. Those ani- with its feet. mals do form it; but it is not by the Having laid several of these small mouth,

locufts on a shoot of young mint, the We see in summer time certain lo. leaves on which they shed their froth cults, which naturalists have called did not grow, and the opposite became fea-locuits, (Formica-Palex) because A of their natural bigness. This thews they are very small, and skip like fleas. that these insects live on the juice of Their hind-feet do not exceed the plants while they remain in their froth. height of their backs, as those of other When the young locuft is arrived at grass-hoppers do : They are all fold- a certain bigness, he quits his covered under the belly, as may be observed ing, which he leaves behind him in in fleas ; and this is what makes them the froth, and jumps about in the jump very briskly, and without loss of fields.

B time.

This froth shelters him from the These little grass-hoppers have also heat of the fun, which might parch a stiff and very Iharp sting, with which him up; and withal secures him from they draw the juice out of plants. This spiders, which might fuck him, as I may be a curious observation, as none have seen sometimes happen. but this kind have a fting : All others It is said, by the country-people, known to us have a mouth, lips, and that this froth prognosticates

fair wea.

C "teeth, with which they eat herbs, and ther ; but the truth is, bad weather even the vine.

destroys it, and it can only be seen Our fea-locusts lay eggs, from whence when it is fair and calm. proceed in the spring season other Imall locusts, which for Tome time con- PostSCRIPT to the SCHEMER. tinue wrapped up in a fine membrane. A Paper published in tbe London This is a sort of sheath, that has eyes,

Chronicle. feet, wings, and other organs, that D

Have an infallible scheme, says this writer,

to raise the devil, which I can communicate little animal they inclose. When it goes

to ang young virgin not exceeding 24 years out of its egg, it appears as small as a

of age ; and I can instruct any clever fellow whitish worm, and not bigger than the how to poison his sweetheart, only by talking point of a needle. Some days after, it to her. I have also fome books of curious becomes of a green colour, which, no art, which will infallibly prevent any one doubt, is communicated to it by the e from Neeping in church, because it will prejuice of the plant it feeds upon. It

vent their going to church. These wtre then nearly resembles a little toad, or

written by great wits and great fools.

I lately brought with me from Germany a green frog, climbing up the trees, and therefore called, Rana Arborea, or the

receipt to cure the vapours, of prodigious effi

cacy, which will take seven months to prefree frog. Though surrounded by a

pare it. I hope it will be saleably by the membrane, it notwithstanding creeps middle of next month, at the small price of a quick and boldly ; but it does not skip guinea a phial. and fly till it has quitted its pellicle. F During the tranfit of Venus last summer, I

So soon as it gets out of its egg, it collected nine different herbs, which will reclimbs on a plant, which it touches store beauty and delicacy of complexion to the with its anus, to fasten to it a small

moft ugly or ill-favoured, and as I design

the cure of it entirely for my friends at court, drop of white liquor, and quite full of air. A second drop succeeds the first,

the ladies of quality, none of it will be sold

under seven guineas a bottle, and not then to and then a third, which it continues

less than a Baronet's wife. till it is intirely covered with a thick

la the mean time, that my poorer pupils * froth, which it does not go out of till G may not think me partial, I will declare to it becomes a perfect animal, that is, them an inestimable treasure of such efficacy, till it is delivered from the membrane that it will smooth the brow of care ; enthat incloses it.

liven the sorrows of age ; curb the paffions of In order to emit this froth, it forms

youth; and prevent the growth of iniquity. a kind of arch with the half of its bo-,

It will make men good subjects, good neigh

bours, and good friends. It will purge the dy, whereof the belly becomes a con

heart, open the eye, and relieve the mind; vexity; the same inftant it begins a Hin short, what is far preferable to every thing gain another arch opposed to the first,

on earth, the Bible, which I recommend to that is, its belly from being convex your serious perusal, and which will lead you becomes concave. Every time it per: all, by God's blefing to the eternal pleasures forms this double compression, a Imal! of the heaven of heavens.


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286 The Gentleman's MAGAZINE, Vol. XXXII.

ODE for bis Majesty's Birtb Day. Strive to attain the excellence they read,
By Wm Whitehead, Esq; Poct Laureat.

And in thy spotless path thy feps fucceed.

Here highest decds, the fruit of love divine, Stropbe.

In all the beauty of fair Virtue thine ; 10, Flora, (faid th' impatient queen And here we fee bright Charity refin'd Who shares great Jove's eternal reign) For the poor wand'rers of th' immortal kind.

. Go breath on yonder thorn : The glorious song with gen'rous fervour glows, • Wake into bloom th' emerging rose,

And crery theme the matchless mistress shows, * And let the faireft fower that blows But if thou mourn'st Alexis' early fate *, • The faireft month adorn!

The moving lays refiitless woe create ; • Sacred to me that month full rise,

'The sorrowing mules think thy loss their own, . Whatever * contests thakes the skies And nymphs & graces join th' inchanting moan,

"To give char month a namic: So, when the nightly warbler pours his song, * Her April buds let Venus boast,

(The folemn notes só sweetly glide along) • Let Maia range her painted hoft,

Th' attentive shepherd feels the am'rous pain, • But June is Juro's claim.

And, with his reed, renews the plaintive frain. Antiftrophea,

Friend!hip sublimcly lives in thy chaste page,

Example, morive, for the faithless age, + And, Goddess, know in after times

Who, for a trife, break the sacred tie, (I name not days, I name not clemos) And bid the goddets from their manfion fly.

• From Nature's nobleft throws There loudly speaks each glory of thy life, A human flower thall glad the earth, The friend, the christian, and the duteous wife. "And the same month duíciole his birth

From therce thy sex may reap unfading ttore, " Which bens the Lluihing rose.

“ The peace, the wisdom, you acquir'd before." * Nations thall bless his mild command,

How mast the friends you sadly left behind . And fragrante fill th' exuiting land

Lament their lors--and miss thy god-liks mind; i Where'er I fix his throne.' -

Methinks I hear what bitter fighs arose Britannia liften'd as the spoke,

When thy lov'd for in no more appeas'd their And from her lips prophetic broke · Thai Aower Mall be my own !' For thee the night dull vapours oft fupply'd, Epode.

And the nute morn wak'd but to wail hes pride, O Goddess of connubial love,

The choiceft fav'rite of the female race Thou fifter, and thou wife of Jove,

For ever fed (dire absence !) from her face. To thee the suppliant voice we raile !

O may my lot be suco a preciuus aid; We same not monthe, we name not days,

Would the kind fares beltow some worthy maid Fot, where thy fmiles propirious thine,

Whose fole ambition (as thine crít) is love, The whole prolific year is thine.

To please her God, and true affection move, Accordant to the trembling strings

The darling nymph should be my boast and pride, Hark, the general chorus fwells !

My best repore along life's troubled tide :

Thro' ev'ry scene her baimy speech should chear, rom every heart it fprings. On every toogue it dwells.

Dispel bleak pain, and scatter shiv'nng tear, Goddess of cennubial love,

And when death came (for come he mur) our

ond Sister thow, and wife of yove,

With love all mutual, mutual pray'r pould blend, Bid the genial powers, that glide

The ta nt embrace our bonds should then renew, On Ærber's all-pervading tide, Or from the fount of life that strcam.

Fix the last thought, and our eternal view. Mingling with the solar beam,

JUVENIS. Did them here, at Virtue's shrine, In chaftest bands of union join ;

Invitation to SAPPHO. How much to thee we owc, queen of connu

By thee u ahceded bloom, bial love!

Unteen, the son's creative ray

The rural world illume ?
On reading the Life of Mr ROWE.

Shall mcra her orient blush disclose,
HAT means the tear that feebly checks Nor thou the purple hail;
my sight,

Or fragrant fronrihe kendling rose,
While from these pages flow such soft delight? Uniafted, rite the gale?
Why nisex grief where only joy Mhould reign?
Why does thiy name, freet Řuwe, my fenfes chain? What verdure decks the mountain's fide!
Can life fo purc impart the least regret,

What flowrets Ruth the plain!
Or can thy virtoes in oblivion fet ?

How fuft the firear's meandring tide,
Oh no! too firun th' ætherial offspring stand

That saves the far domain !
Preferv'd thro' all by rheir great father's hand.
Them future fons witb wonder thall survey,

Sce the rapt lark to meet the fun sind grateful blefs the giver of thy ray;

Spring joyous from the vale ;
Now hear is 'inidit the liquid poon.

The beam triumphant hail.
Alluding to be cortention betwen ibc God
defits in Ovid's Fafti alcut naniniz be many of * Aluding to the Verses-on: ber Husband's death.

See Gent. Mag. Vol. X. page 88.




Poetical Essays JUNE 1762: And hark! the harmonists below,

Bar POLGLAZE: Refponfive thro' the glade,

Ay, but I've more to say ; this isn't ale, Bid, grateful to the season, Aow

You deanc'd wyMall Rosevear 't a fartin bale; The svag from shade to shade.

Ay ! you, Pergrouze, did deance wy Mall Roseviera Smit with the charms of rural hours Cæleftials here might rove,

PENGROUZE. And leave (preferring filvan bow'rs)

Now Bely hire me, Belly, vath and soale, Olympus for the grove.

Hire me, I Tays, and thou that hire the whoale; And though the golden age is loft,

One night, a Wensday night, I vows to Goade,

Aloane a hossback to Trefouze I roade, If Sappbo grace the scene,

Sure Belly vath, dift hire me, 'tis no lies, Behold, the ravish'd shades shall boast,

Ad-mnder bale was never seed wy eyes. An angel form again.

I hires sum mizzick at an oald bearne doore, FOwEY.

And hires a wond'rous routing on the fioore ;

So in I pops my head ; says !, arreare !
A Weftern ECLOGUE.

Why, what a devil's neame is doing heare ?

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Outhone his toning brothers of the test; Why deancing, deancing, meafter, 'tis a bale. of smugling, hurling, wrealing much he knew, Deancing, says I, by Gam I hires lum preancers, And much of tin, and much of pilchards too. But tell us where the devil be the deancers ; Fam'd at each village, town, and country-house, For fy the duft and strawze so fleed about; Menacken, He!Acre, Pidirborne and Grouze; I could not, Belly, spy the hoppers out. Treffen, Buildeck, Cory-yer!, Treverry, At lalie I spies Refevear, I wish her dead, Polbahard, Hallahazzack, Eglesderry,

Who meakes me deance all nite, the stinking Pencob, and Refijeg, Trevi/ky, Dreagile,

jade. Irewinnick, Bufferwyr, Busveal, Roscreague : Says I, I have no shoose to kick a foote, [boote, But what avail'd bis fame and various art, Why kick, says Mall Rolevear, Iben kick the Since he, by love, was smitten to thə heast ? And Bet dift hire me, for to leert us ale, The shaft a bean of Bet Polgloze's eyes, A furthing candle wink'd again the wale. And now he dumplin loaths, and pil. hard pies,

BET POLGLAZE. Young was the lais, a servant at St Tizzy, Ah hunkin, hunkin, I am huge afraid Born at Paleis, and bred at Mevayizzy. That you is laughing at a simple maid. Calm o'er the mountain bluih'd ise rising day,

PENGROUZI. And ting'd the summit with a purple ray,

Deare dearest Bet, let's hug thee to my hearte, When Neepless from his hutch the lover sole,

And may us never neves never pearte!
And met, by chance, the miftrefs of his soul.
And “ Whither go'ft,” he scratch'd his skull and No, if I lies than Bely, than I wishes

The Shackleheads* may dever cloíe the fishes ; cry'd ?

That picky dogst may eat the sceane when fule, Arrear, God bless us, well the nymph reply'd,

Eat'n to rags and let go ale the schule,
To realmon fure, to buy a pound o' backy,
That us and measter wonderfully lacky:

God bless us ale, this fortnight ’pon my word

Then here's my hond, and wy it reake my heart We nothing imoaks but oak leaves and cue-terd.


Goade bless us too, and here is mines, ods hearte Arrear then Belly ly aloane the backy,

One buis, and then to Pilebarding I'll packy. Stý here a tiny: and let us talky.

BET POLGLAZE. Bily I loves thee wot a ha me, zav,

And I to Yealftone for my master's backy. Wot ha Pengrouze, why wot a, Belly, hæ ?.

CORNWALL. BET POLGLAZE. Ah hunkin, hunkin, mind at Moushole faire

VERSES to the Memory of Samuel Brown, a


nifi Fidler.
What did you at the Cboughs, the alchouse there?
When you stows eighteen pence in cakes & beer
To treat that dirty trollup, Mall Rosevear ;

LAS ! poor Brown, thy days are done,

There tell Apollo's fav’rite son,
You fuffs it in her gills, and makes such pucker, which shews to ev'ry serious eye
Arrear the people thoft you wid have choack her. Fidiers, like other men, must die.

His loss each Nabb'ring muse deplorer,
Curse Mall Rosevear, I fays a great jack wh-le, And father Phebus fairly roars.
I ne'er sees such a dirty drab before :

But what avail the ladies cries,
I stuffs her gills with cakes and beer, the hunk Or what his godship's two red eyes,
She stuff's herself, the mesio and got drunk.

They could not save the sweet Corelli,
Beft* drink sure for her jaws wan't good enow,

With Icores of others I could tell ye,
So Leckert makes her drunk as David's low, Old Handel, Arne, that tuneful moríel,
Her seace is like a bull's, and 'tis a fooel,

And eke the famous Domit Purcell.

Henny Her legs are like the legs o' cobler's stooel, Had music pow'r to save, how clever!

Then tuneful Brown had liv'd for ever.
Her eyes be grean's a licks, as yaffers big,
Noase Allt's my hond, and neck fo black's a pigo Sam's ear lo critically fram’d,

So juftly for barmonics fam'd,
Beft drink implies strong beer. + Brandy,
I Green as a leck.
* Ibe name of rbe Scan, Afifh fo called,




The Gentleman's MAGAZINE, VOL. XXXII. No more the difference can unriddle

“ He has not strength to bustle through, Betwixt a cow-horn and a fiddle;

“ Nor writhe his body like a screw. Adagio's grave and sprightly jigs

« Lard! he has genus far above. An organ and a low and piggsu

" What you and I have been, my love ; No more, alas | inspiring joy,

“Some gentler trade were not amissa His viol chears the belles of Foy,

Go, child-go-give Papa a kiss." No more Penryn and Falmoutb boaft

Then looking kind at one another, A fiddler of himself an hoft,

Grim first kiss'd child, and after mother.
No more to Sbandy and Tone Jones

Why, dame, quocla he, why all this fuls !
We thake our midnight marrow-bones; This boy, our Tom, is all to us,
Slap dash, with neither fear nor grace,

And han't I toil'd from year to year,
The Catchpole* with the lanchorn face, But for his fake, and thine, my dear?
For whom do fort of bribe a charm is,

And shall not Tom then make a figure, Seiz'd poor Peelgarlick vi et armis,

As big as father does ?-aye, bigger, Told him point blank 'twas time to go,

For, zounds ! it never shall be said Thea broke his tweedledum and bow ; That Grim's own boy was basely bred; And as folks arsenic give to rats,

While barber Scrape puts out his fool And some nux vomica to cats,

To learn his book at grammer-school, So Death, to lug poor Brown from human eye, Come hither, lad, look up, be bold : Gave gout and bastard peripneumony.

Ay, there it is, my heart of gold : O fathert of the purging tribe,

Thou shalt compleat thy father's joy, Say, could thy godthip not prescribe ;

And be a bricklayer, my boy; Say, was ibere no specific drop,

Shalt build the chimney, and not creep
No fav'rite noftrum in thy shop?

Through those thy father us'd to sweep.
Gav't thou Ward's pill, or James's powder, The latter Part of the third Chapter of Habbakuk
To Save from fate the dying Crowder

Ah! what avails thy boalled knowledge,
Thy rev'n years labouring at college,

The fig-tree fade, & vines deny their fruit, The wonderful parade of physic

No tasteful olives finish our repal, That cannot cure a man that is fick ?

Nor op'ning buds survive the wintry blaft, If then the medicinal art

The barren fields their wonted blades withold, Be noise and fink, a very fat,

And lambs no longer fill the scanty fold, Whene'er I pay the debt of nature,

Npr flocks, nor herds, around the vale be seen, 1 Which sooner must be done, or later,

But one ftern famine Iweep th'impov'rilh'd green, Vndrench'd, oh let me Nip my wind,

Yet thall the god of nature claim my praise, Unpoach'd by 'prentice boys behind,

Wake my first songs, and share my lateft lays. without one bolas lose my breath,

Each night and morn hall Aring the duteous lyre,
And die, on die! a natural death,

And all my nerves retouch with sacred fire,
CORNWALL, Hills, vales, & groves, the founding anthem own,

And ihe sweet echoes reach th'unhaken throne,

Where reigns for ever in unclouded day
TOW each fond parent ftill purfues

My guide, ihat leads at once and lights my way.
Ambition in his childrens views !

He from my paths witl curn th' oppofing wind,
Wou'd have his heir be something more, And give my feet the swiftneis of the hind,
Than what the father was before !

Life's rugged tracts make like the pleasant plains, The bailiff makes his son a proctar,

On whole smooth ground the wav'ler fooths his Th' apothecary his, a doctor :.


And husband ever joins with wife,
That Tom should push himselfin lite,

The MENACE. To ibe Earl of B“,
A chimneySweeper and his fair,

HAT tho' you taught the royal youth, The footy partner of his care, (For Fair's a term, we common find

The love of liberty and rrutb, For black, or brown, and all the kind,)

And all that can adorn a brone? Indulging in their homely chear

Nope not from hence unmiz'd applause, of bread

and cheese, and good lrong beer, A quiet life, or spotless fame į (For the good nature might afford

I hate thee B-e, tho' without cause, A foaming pot to grace the board,

And venom'd MALICE is my name, Ere halfpenny's advance in price

Gentle, tho' great; grave, not auftere Made poor folks grow more wise than nice)

e į

Wife, but without the pride of partis With inutual with, and anxious joy,

Stranger alike to fraud and fear,
Gaz'd on their only hope, a Boy,

Patron of wit, and friend to arts.
When the fond dame, whoin fanwy led
To fashion caitles in her bead,

In vain your virtues me defy,
Buls'd with a smack her nown good man,

Or scorn to bribe with place or penfion, Then took a draught, and thus began :

Fiction can want of fatts lupply i Sure Tommy's vally grown my dear,

Tremble, great Peer, at my invention, « Come hither, child-llay, come here. At will, I forge a tbeufand tales, “ Hold up thy head-Ah-be's not inade

And all those tales Thall credit find ; * For fuch a vast laborious trade;

Mv fifter's influeoce seldom fails,

Foi Envy ruleg o'er haif mankind.

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