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N 619.

Friday, November 12. .

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Exerce imperia, et ramos compefce fluontes.

Virg. Georg. 2. v. 369.

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-Exert a rigorous swej,
And lop the too luxuriar:t boughs aruay.
HAVE often thought, that if the several letters, which

are written to me under the character of Spritartir, and which I have not made use of, were published in a vou lume, they would not be an unentertaining collection. The variety of the fubj.ets, stiles, untiments, and informations, which are transmitted to me, would lead a very curious, or very idle reader, insensibly along, through a great 1..ny pages.

I know some authors, who would pick 1 secret history out of such materials, and make a bookisciler an alderman by the copy. I shall therefore carefully pre serve the original papers in a room fel apart for that pur. porc, io ine end that they may be of service to posterity; but shall at present content myself with owning the receipt of fereral letters, jaizly come to my hands, the alithors whereof are impatient for a infier,

CLARISSA, whose letter is dated from Cornill, de· fires to be eased in some fcruples relating to the skill vi strologers. Referred to the dumb man for an answer.

3.6. who proposes a love-case, as he calls it, to the love-casuist, is liereby desired to speak of it to the minister of the parish; it being a case of conscience.

The poor young lady, whose letter is dated October 26, who complains of a harsh guardian, and an unkind brother, can only have my good wishes, unless she pleases to be more particular.

The petition of a certain gentleman, whose name I have forgot, famous for renewing the curls of decayed periwigs, is referred to the censor of small wares.

The remonftrance of T.C. against the profanation of the Sabbath by barbers, shoe-cleaners, ésc. had better be offered to the society of reformers.

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A LEARNED and laborious treatise upon the art of fencing, returned to the author.

To the gentleman of Oxford, who delires me to insert a cory of Lustin verses, which were denied a place in the uni: erlity-bocks. Answer, Agnumque prematur in an

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To my learned correspondent who writes against maters gowns, and poke-fleeves, with a word in defence of large scarves. Answer, I refolve not to raise animofities amongst the clergy.

To the lady, who writes with rage against one of her own sex, upoa the econnt of party-warmth. Answer, Is not the 1: 1: ihe writis against reckoned handsome ?

I DESIRE. Ï_m Truicce vi ho ferids me a fonnet upon his mistress, with a defire to print it immediately) to consider that it is long since I was in love.

I SHALL anfvir a very profound letter from old riiend the upholiterer, who is itill inquititive whether the ing of Satchen be living or dead, by whispering him in ter, That I bulieve be is alive.

Let ir D.lgeruil consider, What is that long story of the cuckoldom to me?

in the caruift defire of Honiinia's lover, who declares jinfulf cry penitent, he is recorded in my paper by the nanie of The faithful Cuflulio.

The petition of Charles Gorkfure, which the petitioner tiles very roufonablı.-- Rejuetel.

The memorial of Philander, which he desires may be · dispatched out of hand.-Poitponed.

I DESIRE S. R. not to repeat the expression under the fun fo often in his next letter.

The letter of P.S. who desires either to have it printed entire, or committed to the Hames, Not to be printed entire.

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N 620.

Monday, November 15.

Hic vir, hic eft, tibi quem promitti fepills auilii.

Virg. A.n.6. v.791,

Behold the prince oft promis'd you before!

AVING lately presented my reader with a copy of

nicate to him an excellent specimen of the true: thougir it hath not been yet published, the judicious reader will readily discern it to be the work of a master : and if he hath read that noble poem on The prospect of the peace, he will not be at a loss to guess at the author.

THE ROYAL PROGRESS.

WHEN Brunswick first appear’d, each honest heart,

Intent on verse, disdain'd the rules of art;
For him the song flors, in unmeasur'd odes,
Debas'd Alcides, and dethron'd the gods,
In golden chains the kings of India led,
Or rent the turbant from the Sultan's beac'.
One, in old fables, and the Pagan strain,
Il'ith Nymphs and Tritons, wafts him o'er tl. inair?;
Another draws fierce Lucifer in arins,

And fills th' infernal region with alarms ;
A third awakes fome Druid, to foretel
i'ach future triumph from his dreary cell.
Exploded fancies! that in vain deceive,
While the mind nauseates what she can't believe.
My Mufe th' expected hero Mall pursue
From clime to clime, and keep him still in view :
His ;!9izing march deföribe in faithful lory's,
Content to paint bim, not prefume to praise;
Their charms, if charms they have, the truth sep.biles,
And froin the theme unlabour'd beauties rife.

By longir.g irations for the throne designi'd, And call'd to gucrd the rights of human kind;

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With secret grief his god-like soul repines,
And Britain's crown with joslefs lil fire shrines,
While prayers and tears his destin'd progrejs stag,
And crouids of mourners choke their sou’reign's way,
Nct f he marci'd, when hostile squadrons stood
112 scenes of death, and fir’d his generous blood ;
When his hot courser paw'd th' Hungarian plain,
und adverse legions stood the clock iin vain.
His frontiers past, the Belgian bounds he views,
And cross the level fields his march pursues.
Here pleas'd the lind of freedoin to survey',
He greatly foorns the thirst of boundless fway,
O'er the thin foil, with filent joy he pies
Transplanted woods, and borrow'd verdure rise;
Where ev'ry meadow, won with toil and blood,
Fromn kaughty tyrants, and the raging flood,
With fruits and flow'rs the careful hind supplies,
And clothes the marshes in a rich disguise.
Such wealth for frugal kinds dsih kcav'ı decrce,
And fuch thy gifis, celestial liberty !

Through siately toruns, and 11.01.y a fertile plain,
The pomp advances to the neighbouring main.
Ilhole nations croud arcund with joyful cries,
And view the hero with insatiate eyes.

In Haga's tow’rs he waits, till eatern gales
Propitious rise to fwell the British fails.
Hither the fame of England's micizarch brings
The cows and friendships of the neighb’ring kings ;
Mature in wisilon, his extensive mind
Takes in the blended int’refts of mankind;
The world's great patriot. Calm thy anxious breast,
Secure in him, o Europe, take thy rest ;
Henceforth thy kingdoms shall remain confin'd
By rocks or streains, i he mounds which heat'ı design'd;
The Alps their nesu-made monarchs shall restrain,
Nor shall thy hills, Pyrene, rise in vain.

But see! to Britain's ifle the squadrons stand, And leave the sinking towers, and lefening land. The royal bark bounds o'er the floating plain, Breaks through the billows, and divides the main,

O'er

O'er the vast deep, great monarch, dart thine eyes,
A watry prospect bounded by the skies :
Ten thousand vessels, from ten thousand mores,,
Bring gums and gold, and either India's fores:
Behold the tributes hast ning to thy throne,
And see the wide horizon all thy own.

Still is it thine ; though now the chearful crew
Hail Albion's cliffs, just whitening to the view.
Before the wind with welling fails they ride,
Till Thames receives them in his opening tide.
The monarch bears the thundering peals around,
From trembling woods and echoing hills rebound,
Nor misses yet, amid the deafening train,
The roarings of the hoarse resounding main.

As in the flood he fails, from either side
He views his kingdom in its rural pride ;
A various scene the wide spread landskip yields,
O’er rich inclosures and luxuriant fields :
A lowing herd each fertile pasture fills,
And distant flocks Jiray o'er a thousand hills,
Fair Greenwich hid in woods with new delight,
Shade above shade) now rises to the right:
His woods ordain’d to visit ev'ry fore,
And guard the island which they grac'd before,

The fun now rolling down the western way,
A blaze of fires renews the fading day;
Unnumber'd barks the regal barge infold,
Brightening the twilight with its beainy gold;
Less thick the finny Shoals, a countless fry,
Before the whale or kingly dolphin fly.
In one vast shout he seeks the crouded strand,
And in a peal of ihunder gains the land,

Welcome, great stranger, to our longing eyes,
Oh! king desir’d, adopted Albion cries.
For thee the east breath'd out a prosp'rous breeze,
Bright were the suns, and gently {well’d the seasa
Thy presence did each doubtful heart compose,
And factions wonder'd that they once were fees;

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