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A RIDDLE.

RAW back the curtains, let the Ladies fee

DRAW

A fight well worth their curiofity;
No monfter ftrange, no fierce outlandish crea-
ture,

And yet a very paradox in nature :
Forty years old I am, and more, fome fay,
Yet, in good truth, I was made yesterday;
Both fexes join in me, a wond'rous fight,
You'd almoft fwear I were hermaphrodite,
Had not the many brats, begot on me,
Proclaim'd unto the world the contrary:
Guard me, ye fair, for men will play the fool,
And I'm, alas! a foft and eafy tool;
I can't fay, nay; and yet, if I'm difgrac'd,

chafte :

Wed then, and to your hufbands conftant be, So you'll be honour'd, and you'll honour me : And when you take for better, or for worse, The first great blefling, and the first great curfe,

That these two are right, I believe you will

A

minfter Club.

Proctor there was, and he liv'd in a hall, He was not very short, he was not very tall;

But a whim at eleven came into his pate,
And out he did fally from Peter-Houfe gate.
Derry down.
To vifit fome blades at the Tuns, it is faid,
Who were merry as griggs, and the Prof' at their
head;

But alas! this poor Proctor there met with a drub,

minfter club.

For they knock'd him down flat with a WelDerry down. He blufter'd and huff'd with a menacing tone; Said their hour was come, and they needs muft be gone:

But they told him they thought it extreamly uncivil,

And, in fhort, let him know, he might go to
the Devil.
Derry down.
That the Speaker faid nothing is certainly true,
Though the Admiral pour'd in a broad-fide
or two;

The gallant Profeffor declar'd he would fpeak,
But you'll find that he'd better have done it
Jain Greek.
Derry down.
For behold there went forth a decree in the
land,

And before good Acutus the culprits muft ftand,

With a Beadle to guard, and a Scribe to take down,

And who to accufe but the pale Mr. B—.

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Derry down. Henceforth then, ye keen politicians take care; Ye Proctors, and eke Moderators, beware; And remember, unless you've a mind for a drub,

To keep out of the reach of the Westminster Derry down.

club.

A Reflection on feeing that excellent Picture of Belifarius, drawn by Vandyke.

POOR, blind, and old, fee! Belifarius led

An alms to ask of those, his bounty fed: Whom he defended, by his lord beknav'd; And circumvented by the wretch, he fav'd! Do fuch things ftartle you?-rash thoughts fufpend,

Judge not appearances, but mark the end.
What if the prefent is alone reveal'd,
And all beyond it prudently conceal'd;
What if the clue, when life's last thread is
fpun,

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Should to a farther, more extenfive, run;
If here varieties diforders feem,
Hereafter make a more confiftent scheme;
Why inequalities confufion call?
'Tis providence in nature, God in all
This fhews the value of all earthly things,
A great man's favours, or the fmiles of Kings;
On fortune's flipp'ry ground, who ftand elate,
This day the marks of love, the next of hate.
* The picture.,

He depos'd, that he came to some fad naughty boys,

Who faluted his Worship with clappings and noife;

So that he, the faid Proctor, was terribly frighted,

And as for poor C, he was greatly delighted. Derry down. He talk'd about fomething that somebody fpoke,

That this thing was ferious, and that was a

The Weary PILGRIM.
Am a weary Pilgrim,

And yet must tread this ftage;
What fhou'd a Pilgrim have to do,
In this degenerate age?

But each must act his part, they say,
The Beggar, King, and I;
And all we have to learn to do,

Is how to live and die ;
Then life and death shall be my theme,
I'll thofe alone pursue;

And teach men how to live and die,
With happiness in view;
Since happiness is still the fearch
Of man in ev'ry sphere;
If future happiness we with,

Let's find her, while we 're here;
She is not found in bags of gold,
Nor is the to be found,
In flowing bowls with fordid mirth,
There happiness is drown'd:
Nor is the found in cards and dice,

Those murderers of time;
Nor is the in the looking-glafs
Of virgins in their prime,

Nor

Nor is the in the bed of luft,
Where lawless paffions reign;
Nor is the found in any place,.
Where virtue fair is flain;
Nor is the in the fycophant,
Nor in a bribe of gold;

The palm that hath receiv'd the fame,
Its happiness has fold;

Nor is the in the breath of fame,
No, that's a very guft;
And he that her alone purfues,..
For happiness must trust;
Nor is the in the gingling found
Of ftate and equipage;
Nor in the trifling duellers,

Who for no cause engage:
But in the hero's breaft fhe is,
Who bravely will maintain
His liberty and country's caufe,

Tho' he fhould there be flain; For fhe is with him in his fall,

And with him he will rife; She'll not forfake, but follow him, Beyond the azure skies;

True happiness is not confin'd,

To any sphere or place;
She's with the poor man in his cot,
If virtue he embrace:

She's with the King upon the throne,
That human laws difplays;
Nor fpares the fword of juftice, when
It gives his country cafe.

In short, wherever virtue is,

There happiness remains ; Tho' pangs of death obftruct our joy, Hope fays they're happy pains.

V.

But let not excefs, tho' in either appear,

For what ftains a moment may tinge the whole year;

Then more than fufficient is certainly wrong,
And fave this precaution, a fig for my fong.

The Bag-Wig and the Tobacco-Pipe.
A FABLE.

Bag-wig of a jauntee air,

A Trick'& up with all a barber's care,

Loaded with powder and perfume,
Hung in a spendthrift's dreffing-room;
Clofe by its fide, by chance convey'd,
A black tobacco-pipe was laid;
And with its vapours far and near
Outftunk the effence of Monfieur :
At which its rage, the thing of hair,
Thus, briftling up, began to declare :
Bak'd dirt, that with intrufion rude
Breaks in upon my folitude;
And with thy fetid breath defiles
The air for forty thousand miles.
Avaunt-Pollution's in thy touch→
Oh barbarous English! horrid Dutch?
I cannot bear it.-Here, Sue, Nan,
Go call the maid to call the man ;
And bid him come without delay,
To take this odious pipe away.
Hideous !-fure fome one fmoak'd thee,
friend,

--

Reversely at his t'other end.

Oh, what mixt odours! what a throng
• Of falt and four, and ftale and ftrong!
A most unnatural combination,
Enough to mar all perfpiration.
'Monstrous !-again-'twou'd vex a faint.
Sufan, the drops or elfe I faint!"
The pipe (for 'twas a pipe of foul)
Raifing himself upon his bowl
In fmoke, like oracle of old,

Did thus his fentiments unfold:

< Why what's the matter, Goodman Swagger, Thou flanting, French, fantaftic bragger? • Whose whole fine speech is (with a pox) Ridiculous and heterodox.

'Twas better for the English nation, Before fuch fcoundrils came in fashion; < When none fought hair in realms unknown, But every blockhead bore his own. Know, puppy, I'm an English pipe, • Deem'd worthy of each Briton's gripe Who, with my cloud-compelling aid, Help our plantations, and our trade; And am, when fober, and when mellow, An upright, downright honeft fellow. Tho' fools, like you, may think me rough And fcorn me 'cause I am in buff; "Yet your contempt I glad receive,

Tis all the fame that you can give.
None finery or foppery prize,
But they who've fomething to difguife ;
But fimple nature bates abufe,
And Plainnefs in the dress of use,"

fhell of a ripe wall nut drops off; and then the mace appears, of a delicate red colour, but afterwards turns yellow, and includes that kernel which we properly call the nutmeg fo that the nutmeg is covered with three fhells; the first and outermoft green and thick, the middlemoft thinner, of a gold colour, and very hard; and lalty, the undermoft, which is a hard rind. This fruit is very much spoiled, and eaten up by birds, efpecially a certain kind of white and fmall pigeons, whole flesh, being eaten, taftes very much of the mace.

Thefe trees bring forth fruit two or three times in a year, which neverthelefs are not to be gathered till they are thorough ripe, left they fhould grow light and be worm eaten. When they are firit taken out of the fhell or hufk, they are laid a drying in the fun; then taking off the mace, they wath the nutmeg in lime-water, which preferves it from perifhing; infomuch that they may be tranfported into all parts of the world, without taking any hurt. Thofe nuts are counted the beft which are of a reddish hue, and of an afh colour, mixed with white ftreaks. It often happens that fome nuts differ from others in bignefs and colour, as is feen by the nuts in Europe: fuch are called by the Indians Palaiava, and are ufed in medicine, but not among their vi&uals: but the mace that covers the nutmeg is taken by the Indians, before it be thorough ripe, and while it is of a very deep red colour, and put into vinegar and falt, and fo brought to the table, and eaten before meat to fharpen the appetite. When the mace is ripe, it is taken off the nutmeg, and dried in the fun, and laid up carefully. The

Indians fay, that the oil, as well as the nut and the mace, cures fhrunk finews, and achs of the body caused by cold: for that end every one has oil in his houfe made of the fresh fruit; and as there comes from the mace much lefs oil than from the nut, fo the oil of mace is much stronger than that of the nutmeg. The inhabitants efteem the mace fo much more than the nut, in regard they can make near fifty times as much of it. The people of quality put the green and unripe nuts into vinegar or fugar, and have them brought to table instead of a banquet; and of late years fome Europeans have brought over of these nuts ordered after this manner, which are ufed not only in phyfic, but as a fweetmeat or conferve. Some put the outward fhell or husk into fugar, and prefer it before the nut, because of its moft delicate smell and tafte.

There is another fort of long nutmeg, which is called by the Indians Pala Matfiva; these are accounted the beft by the ordinary people, but without any reafon; for though they are bigger than the round nuts, yet they have not that aromatic virtue, neither is the mace the long nutmeg in that esteem among the Indians, tho' perhaps of a better colour, as that of the round nutmeg, there being very little virtue in it; and the very trees upon which thefe long nutmegs grow, are reckoned among the wild and worst fort; fo that the Indians think it not worth their while to gather them, there being little or no virtue in them. And to fay all in one word, the tree upon which these long nutmegs grow, differs more in virtue and ftrength, than form or shape, from that of the other.

fired in all Directions.

of the found, in any pofition of the gun, whether horizontal or vertical; nor in any elevations, as 10, 20, &c. degrees. Gunpowder, whether ftrong or weak, and a greater or lefs quantity thereof be ufed, though it may increase or diminifh the found, yet it neither accelerates, nor retards its motion.