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7. A complete Investigation of Mr. Eden's
Treaty, as it may affect the Commerce, the
Revenue, or General Policy of Great Britain.
THIS pamphlet is written on the
fame fide, and is, indeed, what it pro-
feffes to be, viz. A complete Investiga-
tion;
and it is more particularly fo of
the Tariff, which is the commercial
part. The arguments are ftrong and
forcible; the judgment found and per-
fpicuous.

8. A Prize in the Prefeut Lottery, for Servants, Apprentices, Be.

AS we know the intention with which the Clergyman, who is the author of this, put it together, we fhall only tranfcribe the preface:

"Parents, tradefpeople,, and mafters or mifrefles of families, who regard either their own interefts or the interefts of their fellow-creatures, will, it is hoped, diftribute this publication, and cause it to be read aloud in every kitchen, uurfery, fervants'hall, &c. where they have any authority."

We will just add, that the author has done his duty; but others will be very deficient in theirs, if the awful account of Samuel Wilcox and Sarah Bagenhall be not univerfally put into the

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hands of inferior people in London, Birmingham, and every other place to which the lottery and its confequences extend.

9. The Protection of Providence; an Ode; facred to the Fame of Mr. Howard. THE chief merit of this performance is, the fource whence the images are drawn; and, next to that, the fcrip tural language in which they are in general expreffed.

"It is not the only object of this Ode," the author tells us," to celebrate the fingular humanity of the man to whofe fame it is confecrated. The Guardian Care of Heaven over all good men is defcribed; and Mr. Howard is, in fome measure, confidered as at once fulfilling the gracious defign of Providence, and reprefenting the genius of the prefent age, in which human nature, more enlightened than at any former period of fociety, returns, with a fenfible current, from barbarous prejudices and antipathies, to the fimplicity and natural benevolence of primitive and patriarchal times. This happy change is afcribed to the progress of Truth, natural and moral, agreeable to Scripture, experience, and the nature of things."

A fpecimen fhall be given next month. INDICATORIUS; (and fee p. 8) THE late ingenious Mr. SMEATHMAN (in a Paper he fent to us a few Days before his Death, fee vol. LVI. p. 620) on the Subject of educating Children, afks this Question: "Is it impoffible that there fhould be a School conducted upon a "Plan wherein the Children of all Sects might have a liberal Education without being biaffed in their religious Opinions, but be left at Liberty to read and un"derstand the Scriptures according to the Abilities with which they were en"dued ?" Probably, he fays, Dr. Parr and moft other Divines will fay, Yes. I contend for the Poffibility, and affert, that Mankind are arrived at that Degree of Candour to make it practicable. There is, however, no Doubt but that à Plan might be drawn up fraught with fuperior Advantages, which every Sect might put in Execution, adding to it their own particular Ideas of religious Inftruction, which would therefore not intrench, as they think, on Liberty of Confcience. It would at least leave every Parent the Liberty of enflaving the Minds and Beliefs of their own Children in their own Way. It is not eafy to diftinguith wherein, this new Mode of Education would be preferable to the old Mode. Can it be meant, that one certain Mode of learning to write and read, to teach the Claffes and the Sciences, fhould be eftablished, but that every Father should be at Liberty to inftru&t his Children in religious Principles, would this be likely to unite Men more in the Bond of Peace? We heartily with Mr. S. had lived to re-c nfider this Marrer, and to have rendered it more acceptable to our Readers.-F. F. fays, Dr. S. Chandler did not fign himfelf "V.D. M." but "DD. F.R. S. and A.S." and that he was not merely "a Man of fome Eminence among the Diffenters," but of very great Eminence, in Point of Learning having had few Superiors.-A SINCERE FRIEND has our Thanks; as has the Inquirer after the Life and Writings of Lord Kaims, which we should be as glad as himself to fec.-S. P. of Fairford tells us, he cnce faw, at Britweil houfe, a young Pigeon whofe Wings were wired instead of being feathered; and afks if the like has been elfewhere ob. Served:-The Lines On a late Royal Demife" are inadmiflible.-ECKONOPHILUS is referred to M. Sewell the Bookfeller.-The Information obligingly furnished by J. PEERS (that Edward Dodfon was appointed in 1653 to keep the Parish Regifter of Ickleford, Herts, contains nothing that is at all unusual.

ODE

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ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR. Written by T. WARTON, Esq. Poet Laureat, And fet to Mufic by Mr. PARSONS.

I.

IN rough magnificence array'd,

When ancient Chivalry display'd
The pomp of her heroic games;
And crefted chiefs, and tiffued dames,
Affembled, at the clarion's call,

In fome proud cattle's high-arch'd hall,
To grace romantic glory's genial rites:
Affociate of the gorgeous feftival,

The Minstrel ftruck his kindred ftring,
And told of many a freel-clad king,
Who to the turney train'd his hardy
knights;

Or bore the radiant redcross thield
Mid the bold peers of Salem's field;
Who travers'd pagan climes to quell
The wifard foe's terrific fpell;
In rude affrays untaught to fear
The Saracen's gigantic fpear-
The liftening champions felt the fabling
rhime

With fairy trappings fraught, and shook
their plumes fublime.

life;

No more, beftriding barbed feeds,
Adventurous Valour idly bleeds:
And now the Bard in alter'd tones,
A theme of worthier triumph owns;
By focial imagery beguil'd,

He moulds his harp to manners mild;
Nor longer weaves the wreath of war alone,
Nor hails the hoftile forms that grac'd the
Gothic Throne.

III.

And now he tunes his plaufive lay
To Kings, who plant the civic bay ;
Who choose the patriot fovereign's part,
Diffufing commerce, peace, and art;
Who fpread the virtuous pattern wide,
And triumph in a nation's pride :
Who feek coy Science in her cloifter'd
nook,

Where Thames, yet rural, rolls an artless
tide;

Who love to view the vale divine,
Where revel Nature and the Nine,
Ard clustering towers the tufted grove
o'erlook ;

To Kings, who rule a filial land,
Who claim a People's vows and pray'rs,

Should Treafon arm the weakeft hand f To Thefe, his heart-felt praise he bears, And with new rapture haftes to greet This feftal morn, that longs to meet, With luckieft aufpices, the laughing Spring;

And opes her glad career, with bleffings on her wing!

OF

WILLIAM ANDKEWS,

Who died the 10th O. 1734, aged 73.
HERE lies a man who liv'd content,

With humble means by toil acquir'd,
Whofe eve of life in peace was spent,

Far from the bufy world, retir'd.
Tho' fickness, pain, and quick decline
Opprefs'd; yet oft the Imile ferene
Would gold his face with ray divine,

Supported by the fhield of Faith,

And fpeak the peace he felt within.

Calmly he then refign'd his breath,"
Death came at length a welcome gueft ;
In hope of everlasting reft.

MR. URBAN,

T

HE inclofed lines are written from a father to his daughter on her elope ment, at the age of 16, with an officer who was only known to her by fome few occafi⚫onal meetings, at the public rooms at C. Is it not thecking, that, at fuch a tender age, her mind could poffibly be reconciled, for any felf-gratification whatsoever, to fuch a cruel ftep as that of leaving the mansion of the best and tendereft of parents (who lite rally idolized this only daughter), at a time too when his abfence from her was occafioned by an act of duty to his dying mother: Youth indeed extenuate a rath step, but may it rather aggravates a base one; and the conSummate artifice of her whole conduc in the of fuch a father, in Juab circumstances, for affair, the ungenerous, unfeeling defertion the fake of gratifying fuch a pallion for a man whofe perfon must have been her only object (for the could not poffibly know his character), might furely point her out defervedly for a more public theme of cenfure, for the additional fecurity of others of her fex and age; though few, I truft, of the fair daughters of Britain could at any age be capable of all her conduct !-Nevertheless,

the

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the ideas and fentiments herein conveyed may poffibly contribute to put others on their guard, for the fake of their own characters, their own duties, their own happiness.

I wish you could prevail on the truly in-
genious Mifs Seward to enforce more at
large, by fome regular production of her
incomparable pen, what mine has attemped
fo feebly and imperfectly! Surely the might
render thereby a very effential service to the
young female world in all ages to come, for
her works cannot fail to be immortal. In
the mean time, the infertion of this very
inferior but well-meant effort would greatly
oblige, Sir, your conftant fubfcriber and
admirer,
A Friend to filial duty.

To Lady MS,
MARY, my child-O no, I must forbear
That tender title,-it offends thine earl
So foon fo weary of a daughter's name?
Thy fad deferted father drops his claim!
Yet Mary, yet my daughter, O thou art
My daughter fill, and mine a father's part!
Ab then reflect how hard that part muft prove,
Fraught with the fierce extremes of grief and
love

Muft I not grieve, while any fenfe remains,
Thou cruel caufe of nature's keenest pains!
Must I not love, as long as life thall last,
Thou firft dear pledge of nuptial bleffings paft:
Past as I thought-too foon; too quickly
gone:

Now, Heav'n be prais'd! thefe pangs are

mine alone!

No mother lives, with frantic forrow wild,
To share that "Serpent's tooth, a thankless
child."

Heav'n faw, with pity faw, the future grief;
Felt for her worth, and flew to her relief:
Preventive mercy kindly bade her go
To fcenes incapable of earthly woe!
Hence do I learn this self-correcting task,
Seldom we know what good or ill we ask :
Thankful for punishments in anger giv'n;
Unthankful moft, when moft indulgent
heav'n!

What fhall I fay? reproaches rife in vain ;
Mary's fuperior spirit laughs at pain :
Elfe had the furely dropp'd her poifon'd
bowl,

Nor fix'd her dagger in a father's foul;
Elfe had it flung her with a deep remorse,
To think what thorns lay fcatter'd in her
course,

Pointed alike to wound her own rash feet,
And make the forrows of my path complete !
Reproach thee?—No, I dare not if I would;
It founds fo like a curfe, it chills my blood:
And tho' I blame thee in my fecret thought,
I could not curse thee, if a parent ought !
Pity meanwhile has many a plea preferr'd,
Pity and nature ftruggle to be heard:
With joint perfuafion prefs their eager plea,
Too fare to find a partial judge in me !
Yes, my full foul, from Pity's fertile Aores,
Labours to fereen the madnets it deplores.

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Nor lefs ingenious Nature's ready tongue
Frames a fond pardon for each cruel wrong!
And tho' in truth parental pride muft Tigh,
When all its hopes, when all its bloffoms die,
Believe me, Mary, tis for thee alone
Thefe keener pangs, thefe agonies are known!
Well
may I tremble for thy future fate;
Love, rafhly form'd, too often ends in hate;
Th' impetuous tide of giddy paffion o'er,
May foon expofe thee on a friendless shore
No power to rescue thee, no hand to fave
Thy freighted treasures from the ruthless
wave;

Thy ample store of life's prime blessings gone,
Thyfelf forfaken, fhipwreck 'd, and undone!
O may I prove a faithlefs Prophet here;
But, Mary, much I love-and much muft
fear!

Meanwhile thy confcience, at fome future
hour,

Is fure to vindicate its flighted power.
Rich as thy life (I trust it will) may prove
In purer luxuries of real love,
[day find
Still, wretched thought my child must one
That worst of enemies, a felf-Atung mind.
No arts, I fear, can always hush to reft
The loud reproaches of the filial breast.
Thy ftings, ingratitude, of all befide
The tharpeft furely that the heart can hide,
Will make their way, and with refiftless force
Fix in the foul the poifon of remorse:
Ah me! how fiercely will it rankle there,
Eaflame with horror, torture with despair,
When keen reflection, as thy days decline,
Shall teach thy bofom, half the pangs of
mine !

How will it wring thee with diffracting woe;
Thy poor fad father laid for ever low!
How wilt thou execrate thy broken truft ;
Thefe fondling arms for ever funk in duft!
How wilt thou mourn their tender—loft→→
embrace;

How feel my injuries-and thy difgrace!
Mercy forbid !-Repent, my child, and live;
And Heav'n, as I do, pity-and forgive!

Prologue Spoken by Mr. William Fector, at
bis private Theatre in Dover, to a numerous
Audience, Dec. 14, 1786.

Written by Mr. GILLUM.
The Tragedy reprefented was ZARA.
ROLOGUES to please each various taste
fhould hit,

PROLOG

Should frike at once the lordling and the cit; "Tis fatire's talk to root the sprouting weeds, Which rife fo thick, and choak diftinction's

feeds,

For honours now defcend on high and low,
In general bounty, like a fall of fnow.
The bufy barber courts the public ftare,
And finds his title fits him to a bair.
Sir Plumb, the Grocer, with his knighthood
big.

For his neglected fhop cares not a fig.
What tho' the Butcher can't obtain the prize,
Yet in his mind sublimer prospects rife ;

Ev'a

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Ev'n now in thought he quits his greafy

Into your bands the reigns are fafely thrown, THE BRITISH KING S.
And ev'n the whip of cenfure is your own;
Gently apply the lath to each young steed,
And do not cut us till you make us bleed.

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Awed by the fierceness of her favage race, With huge muftachios grim, and azure face, Horrid in hides, and, on the fcythe wing'd car, Tumultuous fweeping through the ranks of

war,

No more Rome's hardy veterans invade,
Though now from Cæfar near an age is fled.
Meanwhile the Druid, in Andrafte's grove,,
Laughs at the thunder of th' Italian Jove;"
And fafe the Bard, in ftrain farcaftic, fwells
Caligula's rich prize of cockle-fhelis.

ButTime, that all things conquers, conquers
fear,
[fpear,
And Rome, now happier, braves the British
Poiz'd by Caractacus for nine campaigns,
His conqueror's dread, and awful ev'n in
chains.

Him the first century, verging from its

noon,

Rome faw a captive at her Claudius' throne;
While, to Bolerium from fair Thames's flood,
All toop to those whofe arms the world fub-
dued.

But now the Scots, by Irish Fergus led, Leagu'd with the Pits, our helpleis fires invade.

What fhall they do? Rome, touch'd with
pity, hears,

Not aids, her vaffals of four hundred years;
Rome trembles for herself, and ill with ftands
God's fcourge, in Attila's wide-wafting bands.
What shall they do? From Aldroen's friendly
fword

They feek relief; Armorica, thy Lord.
Aldroen complies; and lo, a warlike band,
Led by his brother, leave the Gallic firand,
Brave Conftantine, who, Picts and Scots o'er
thrown,

Girds his just temples with the British crown.
Ten years he reigns, from him three princes
fpring,

Conftantius, Ambrofe, Uter, each a King;
Conftantius first: but he, unfit to reign,

By Cornwall's Dake, falle Vortigern, is flain.
Vortigern fills his place: meanwhile refort
Ambrofe and Uter to their native court.

But foon, by Scotia's many an inroad gor'd,
And fear'd with vengeance from th' Armoric
fword,

The traitor calls the Saxons to his aid;
The Saxons come, by warlike Heng ft led.
Scarce the fifth century's noontide courfe was
o'er,

[there;
When the first Saxons prefs'd the "British
Thefe foon the Northern ravagers repreft,
Themlelves in years to come the direr peft.

'Till Egbert, fprung from Western Cerdic's loins, fjons, In one great flate the feven small kingdoms And calls it England, an illuftrious reign, Thrice though infulted by th' invading Dane. Him Ethelwolf fucceeds: a pilgrim he To Rome, and vaffal to the papal fee:

Uzorious Ethelwolf, great Egbert's fon
Imame, not action, fave for Okely won.
Yet from his loins four martial princes fpring,
Each worthy Egbert's blood, and each
King.

First Ethelbald; but he, with inceft ftain'd, Scarce three fhort years the Danish terror reign'd.

Next Ethelbert, nor he the fceptre sways, Vex'd by the Danes, o'er twice his brother's days.

Then Ethelred, nor him a longer reign The Danes indulge, at bloody Baring flain. Alfred the laft. Strike, Mufe, the tune

ful Atring,

To Alfred's praife, the Poet and the King. Alfred the brave, the wife, the learn'd, the good;

Alfred, th' avenger of his brother's blood;
Alfred, who, true to King's and Country's
caufe,

Country and King reftrain'd with equal laws;
On Ifis' banks bad Science lift her ray,
And lur'd ev'n Danish chiefs to Chriftian

'day.

How bleft the land whofe crown a hero wears, 'Wife, learn'd, and pious, for twice twenty years!

Nor that unbleft, which, when an Alfred

dies,

Sees on his throne a fon like Edward rife ;
The elder Edward, whose victorious reign
To fcantier bounds confin'd th' incroaching
Dane.

With the tenth century Edward's reign be

gan,

Five luftres thines, and ends in Athelstan.

Athelstan comes! ye Danes, again give

way;

Ye Scots, fubmit; ye Britons, tribute pay.
The Britons tribute pay, the Scots fubmit,
The Danes give way, but not the kingdom
quit:

Quite from the land tochace the hofile Dane,
Moft grace the annals of his brother's reign.
Thine, Edmund, glorious; tho' a fervile

pay

On its fixth Summer terminates thy fway.

But who is he that next afcends the throne?
Ah, Edred, fhun a fceptre not thy own.
Young Edwin lives, thy brother's rightful
heir;

Let Edwin reign, and prayer-books be thy care.
Weak bigot, is it in a reign like this,
Of three short years, to balance endless blifs!
That term expir'd, behold, th' ufurper dies,
Unhappy prince, by Dunftan's pride com.
And Edwin now his royal right enjoys.
pell'd,

In four fhort years that right again to yield.
He yields, grieves, dies; and Edmund's o-
ther fon,

Illuftrious Edgar, fills a happier throne.

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