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mock greatness and fham friendship,offered ed to a gentleman as fine as my lord Cockhim a letter of recommendation. "You," atoo, and his hair dreffed as high and fays the Count, raifing himfeif on the re- powdered as white; I begged pardon, and Collection of the many royal recommend- told him, I supposed the man had made ations which he had in his pocket book, a miftake; on which he, recollecting me, "You give me a recommendation, you called me by my name, and run across the contemptible fhuttlecock; practife the room and kiffed me (the devil take his ufe of the glyfter pipe, and be eafy." French fashions); he expreffed great joy, His friend lord Cunningham, at his indeed, at feeing me, and infifted on my death, left him an annuity of 200l. a year. dining with him at his houfe in the counwhich, with a penfion from France, e- try; "My coach (faid he) will be at the nables him to live in elegance. He does door directly; Mifs Pattypan, and her not game, he pays his tradesmen, and papa, the great city cook, will favour us will neither lend nor borrow. His young with their company, and you fhall make eft brother, a colonel of borse, is married one." Not being engaged, curiofity into the niece of Count Lacy, field marshal duced me to take the fpare corner of the in the Imperial fervice. The Count talks coach, and go with them into the country, of vifiting his native country in the courfe as they called it; that is, to Highgate. of the next fummer, where we doubt I will not trouble you with all the partinot but he will be honoured, after fo culars of our journey and dinner, but onlong an abfence, with fignal marks of ly tell you, that it cut me to the heart to their love and respect. fee my friend's fon fo great a contraft to his father. On the road they entertained me with all that paffed in publick; they all belonged, I understood, to the city concert, and the affembly; never failed at

To the Editor.

On City Luxury.

WAS many years refident in London;

I an

year

ing, and leaving me a tolerable eftate in Gloucestershire, I preferred eafe to affluence, and retired from noife and buftle, to peace and quiet.

Among my friends in town was one Mr. Holland, a draper, in Cheapfide: he was a good, honeft, pains-taking man; if you dined with him, a joint of meat and a pudding was the utmost of his entertainment; I never, faw wine in his houfe but at Christmas, or on a wedding-day; we bad a glafs of good ale, and after dinner we went to our business, and did not fit three or four hours as you do now. He wore his cap the greatest part of the day, and was not ashamed to take the broom and the scraper and clean before his door. He had a good understanding, and was honeft to a degree of admiration: I fear I shall never fee his like again; he is dead, poor man; he died in July 1750, leaving ten thousand feven hundred pounds, all got by care and induftry, between feven children, fhare and thare alike.

Bufinefs, fir, calling me to town this fpring, (my daughter's marriage, good fir, if you must know) I refolved to enquire after my old friend's family: he had three fons; the eldest I found was ruined by horce racing and went to fettle at Libon; the next, Tom by name, became a bankrupt in 1760, by vice and extravagance, and went to America. I got a direction for Jack, a haberdasher near the 'Change; Itrudged to fee him laft Wednesday morning; I asked for Mr. John Holland, and, to my very great furprife, was introduc

been at two ridottos this winter ; loved the opera; and Mifs Pattypan fung us an Italian air; an impudent minx! I could have knocked her empty pate against her father's jolter! When we arrived, we were introduced to Madam Holland; how fhe was dreffed in jewels and gold! and then her hair curled fix inches from her head, (God forgive me if I am miftaken, but I believe it was a wig.) Then, when the dinner came in, how was I amazed to fee the table covered with feven difbes, and more fo when I was told there was a fecond courfe! The turbot coft eighteen fhillings, the turkey poults fourteen fillings, madam told us; for the gloried in her shame.

I beg pardon, fir, for having detained you thus long with fuch trifles, but you know old people will be prating. What I meant to tell you was our discourse after dinner. As I came from the country, Mr. Holland and Mr. Pattypan attacked me on the high price of provitions: "An't it a fhame (Lys Mr. Holland) that wẹ poor Londoners fhould be paying fuch extravagant prices, when we live in the land of plenty, poultry, meat, and butter, double the price they were twenty years ago; oats twenty fillings a quarter, hay three pounds ten fillings: it colls me more in one month than it did my father in a year. I fall, instead of faving ten thousand pounds, be obliged to run away, if fomething an't done to reduce the price of provifions." My blood boiled with indignation; Ihaftily replied,

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"Whether fomething is done or no, Mr.
Holland, you must run away, if you live
thus; do not name your poor father, his
table would have been furnished for a
week for the money your turbot coft;
provisions were lefs, you fay, by a half in
your father's time: but why were they
fo? Because people lived with more fru-
gality, and the confumption was lefs; a
city haberdasher, in thofe days, would
have thought he had entertained his friends
pobly with a piece of beef and potatoes
in the pan; but I fee fourteen difhes, in
thefe luxurious times, are scarcely suffici.
ent: if your father, even in thofe cheap-
er times, bad furnished his table like the
prodigals of the prefent, he muft, inftead
of leaving ten thousand pounds, have lived
and died a beggar; your father had no
country houfe; he had a faying, that,
"Those who do two houses keep,
"Muft often wake when others sleep.

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Though the verfe is not extraordi

nary, the moral is good; he had no coach,
therefore the price of oats or hay hurt not
him; he neither fubforibed to, nor idled'
his time at public affemblies; I may fay
to you, as the friend in Dan Prior fays to
the fat man, you are making the very e
vil you complain of, In my younger days
there was not a fhopkeeper in London
kept his coach: now fearce one is to
be found who condefcends to walk; and
not only shop keepers, but dancing-maf,
ters, and fidlers have their equipages;
you use a hundred times as much butter
as was used formerly, with your fauces,
fricaffees, and teas; your vanity employs
five hundred times the horfes; you con-
found more of God's good creatures at
one dinner, than would have feafted your
ancestors for a month, and yet pretend
to be amazed that things are not fo plen-
tiful as they were: the fame ground can-
not keep cows, grow oats, breed cattle,
produce hay, pafture your horfes, and
fapply you with grain; the confequence
of which is, you fetch your luxuries at
great expence from feventy miles diftance;
whereas in our time, ten miles round Lon,
don fupplied the town with all neceffaries,"
I was going on, when Mr. Pattypan yawn-
ed, and faid, "He did not come here
for a lecture;" and before I could anfwer
him, Mr. Jackanapes, the haberdasher,
faid, let us take a turn in the garden,
and leave old fquare toes to fwallow his
pittle." I here grew too angry to ftay
with the empty coxcombs; I took up my
hat and cane, and marched to the door;
when the paftry cook called out, "You
had better go back in Mr. Holland's coach,
for it is too late to walk, and it will break
your frugal heart to spend a billing for a

place in the ftage." Says I, " No, Mr.
Puff Pafte, though I am an enemy to pro-
fufion, I fpend my money as chearfully
as any body when my convenience re-
quiresit. Though I cannot live at the
expence of either of you, I believe I have
estate enough to buy all the pies, and
tapes in your two shops. I mean to live,
and give my children fomething at my
death; but you cannot fupport your pro-
fulion long, you will be bankrupts foon,
and cheat your creditors out of nineteen
filings in the pound. You will live to
feat on gravy-beef instead of having fauc-
es, and at laft die in a jail or feed hogs,
and eat the hufks, like your brother pro-
digal in the gospel." Here I flounced
out of the room, and fo ended our scold-
ing.

I am, fir, yours, &c.
Peter Moderation.

Debates and Proteft refpecting Lord George
Germaine's being created a Peer, Feb. 18,

1782.

TH

THE order of the day being called for and read, the Marquis of Carmarthen rose and apologized for the defultory manner in which he at first opened the bufinefs relative to lord viscount Sackville's being called up to the houfe of peers, and hoped it would be imputed to delicacy, and thofe feelings which naturally oppreffed him in ftating a bufinefs wherein he confidered the character of the nation in general, and the honour of that houfe in partular, to be intimately concerned.

As to his lordship's political conduct, the Marquis faid, he would wish to have it underflood, that in making the present motion that had no influence upon him. The fimple point was, creating a man a peer, tigmatized with a criminal fentence, and before that fentence was taken away. Private pique he declared he had none. It was true, he had never lived in habits of intimacy with the noble lord; but in the different fituations where they had come together, he had always experienced politeness and civilities from him.

The Marquis concluded his fpeech by moving a resolution to the following purport:

"Refolved, That it is highly reprehenfible in whoever advifed his Majefty to exert his undoubted prerogative of creating peers, in the creation of a perfon to the dignity of a peer of this houfe who had received the judgment of a court martial, and who was the object of the orders confequential thereto."

Lore Abingdon, in a short speech, fegonded the motion, and defined the con

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ftitutional power of the royal prerogative. His lordship argued, that all power originated with the people, and was delegated to the crown for the good of the people; fo that the prerogative was no more than a power of doing good. The honour of the houfe, and the character of the nation, he said, were gone, if men were to be rewarded with titles for public crimes and public vices.

Lord Viscount Sackville opened his defence by an apology. to the house. In this apology, his lordship said, that baving had the honour of fitting among their lordships but a very fhort time, he fhould not have prefumed upon troubling them fa fuddenly with his opinion upon any queftion; but the nature of the prefent queftion, of which he was the caufe, and in the decifion of which he was fo nearly concerned, would, he hoped, exculpate him in every candid mind.

The fact of his having been fentenced by a court-martial for difobedience of orders he acknowledged; but he did not think that at the diftance of 23 years, when every man who fat on that courtmartial, except ford Robert Manners, was dead, the fentence of that court would be brought up against him.

Many of their lordships could not know of themselves the character of thofe times, the evidence which had been produced as gainst him, the faction with which he had been perfecuted.

In the first inftance he was condemned without a trial. He himself called for a trial, and it was granted. He received fentence, it was true, and that fentence was followed by the orders which appear ed annexed to the noble Marquis's moti. on. Thefe orders, he obferved, iffued from the executive power. A fentence was paffed, and the executive power affumed to itself a right it did not poffefsa right of aggravating a sentence.

These proceedings and his own conduct he was ready to explain, when and where, and in what manner the noble lord who -made the motion pleased.

His lordship made use of many other arguments in his juftification; and then fe veral peers gave their different fentiments on the motion, fome in favour of it, and others in oppofition to it. At length a divifion took place, and the numbers

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"Because we cannot look upon the railing to the peerage a perfon fo circum. ftanced, in any other light than as a meafure fatal to the interefts as well as the glory of the crown, and to the dignity of this houfe, infulting to the memory of the late fovereign, and likewife to every furviving branch of the illuftrious house of Brunswick; repugnant to every principle of military difcipline, and directly contrary to the maintenance of that house, which has for ages been the glorious chara&eriflic of the British nation, and which, as far as can depend on us, we find ourselves called upon, not more by duty than inclination, to tranfmit pure and unfullied to pofterity.

OSBORNE
RUTLAND
PEMBROKE
CRAVEN
CHATHAM

DERBY

EGREMONT
DEVONSHIRE

ABINGDON.”

Anecdote of Leonora of Aquitaine. BOUT the year 1146, Lewis VII. thought it a matter of Confcience to give an example of fubmiffion to the command of the bishops on the fubject of long hair; he did not only fhorten that, but even shaved his beard. Leonora of Aquitaine, a vivacious, flighty, jocofe princess, whom he had married, rallied him upon his fhort hair, and fhaven chin; he devoutly replied to her, that thofe things were not to be jested with. A woman who once begins to find her husband ridiculous, feldom helitates about affairs of gallantry, if the has the leaft turn that way. Leonora received pleafure from the love and affiduities of the prince of Antioch, Lewis perceived it, and repented having carried her into Syria. Upon his return from the Crufade, he upbraided her in the fharpest manner; the replied with much haughtiness, and concluded with propofing a divorce to him, adding, that he knew how to procure one," as a trick had been put upon her; for that the thought to have married a prince, and the had wed. ded nothing but a monk." The mifunderstanding between them unhappily increafed, and their marriage was diffolved. Six weeks after fhe was married to Henry duke of Normandy, count of Anjou, and afterwards king of England, who obtained with her, by way of dower, Poitoų and Guienne. Hence arofe those wars which ravaged France near three hundred years. Upwards of three millions of Frenchmen perished, because an archbishop was offended with long hair; because a king had cut his hair, and fhaved his head; and because his wife looked upon him as ridiculous with his short hair and Raven chin.

Lycona

Lycan, a Prifoner.

To Lord Rawdon. By Mr. Bah.

ND are there

day,

He trembled for his country's King

Depriv'd of him whole hofts are dead!
Him, for whom only laurels fpring!
Him, who alone to conquest led!

And corne wees that have thing mile? He felt for ev'ry foldier's grief;

And are there storms, with dire difmay,
That threaten blefs'd Idalia's iße };
And lives there foul on earth that thinks
Against young Lycon, thought unkind ?
And are there chains, whole cruel links,
Could dare his beauteous limbs to bind }
Yes, there are eyes that hate the day,
And fcorn fweet Paphia's pleasant fmile:
And ftorms there are, with dire difmay,
That threaten blefs'd Idalia's ide:
And fouls there are, that idly think
Agaiaft young Lycon thoughts unkind :
And Chains there are, whofe cruel link
Could dare his beauteous limbs to bind -
Now Lycon ceas'd from glorious war,
His trophies rais'd, his laurels won :
Bis country hailed him from afar

And sprung to meet her valiant son.
Barbarians crouded all the hore

As onward like a God he mov'd,
Yet he his ftate fo mildly bore
As if he had no perils prov'd!
They fed, his triumph to increase,

As if his glory was their pride-SERTION
One look of his bid rancour cease

Before his matchless arm was try!

And now he baftens his return,
Indulgent to his native land,
Muft the again his abfence mourn

For whom the smooth'd her beryl Brand ?
A waste of waters rose between

But, more tremendous far than those,
Behind him hofts of savage mein I
Before him Europe's gentler foes!
Though Winter claim'd to rule the year,
At Lycon's bidding, forms elen
Arif 'tis Spring when he is near
As if bis progrefs Summer feat!
Before him, amorous Sea-nymphs bound.
Befide, fubmiffive Dolphins (wim-
Ar if the feafons' annual round
Not waited on the Sun, but him!
Hecaft around thofe looks of love,
That animate earth, leas, and y:
And nought, but heav'n's broad arcu abaye,
And nought below, fave Lycon's cy¢!
Again, he fest a doubtful look.

The fea was calm, the sky was bright:
He knows, in fortune's varying book
Not every page is ting'd with white!

He look'd again, the foe was near.
Defenceless he, the foe in arms!
Ye Muses did your Lycon fear?
No, Virtue glories in alarms!
Witneft, ye Mules, he did quake

He felt his noble parent's pain.

He trembled for his country's fake
Who fretch'd for him ber arms-ia vain !

For whom do longer laurels grow,
If he is loft, their fole relief

And bulwark from the barbarous foe L
He trembled for his diftant friends,

In him, whofe hopes of fafety lay.
To thofe lov'd fcenes his care extends
Where guiltless pais'd his early day.
He thought with pity ev'n of those
(Him elf among forgotten things)
Born fo unblefs'd to be his foes!

Perhaps of him, his praise who sings !
Who, long unus'd to Lycon's fight,

Yet from his memory ne'er removes !
Who only from the heart, can write,

And fings alone, of what he loves!
Now nearer ftill the foe arriv'd-

Ah! where thall Lycon's feet retire?
Should he of freedom be depriv'd

Whole foul is freedom's holielt fire,
O heavens ! fhould he be fo opprefs'd
(So lov'd, but to be mourn'd by me)
Whom to behold is to be bleft!

Whom to attend is to be free!
Barbaricos, touch not life fo fweet !

His limbs, ye cruel festers, fpare!
Whole breaft, is virtue's nobleft feat !
Whole voice, is heav'ns extatic air!

Whofe eye, is pity's beft abode !

Whole blameless form, is graceful youth ! Whole ftep, is honour's radiant road!

Whole praife is fame, and tongue is truth. Barbarian foes defir'd his life.

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men, more fierce than winds or wavesBut gentler fates decide the ftrife, His life, a foe more gen'rous faves. Then Lycon, ceafe thy friendly cares, Reflect what fighs from Pfyche broke, Recall to mind her parting pray'rs, Remember what fweet words the spoke• Goforth in arms, my glory go ! ⚫ With all in gen'rous deeds contend. And never may'st thou meet a foe

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But he shall wish to call thee friend!
Go forth in arms, go forth, my foa
No need to fear a mortal's rage.
Already are thy triumphs won,

For Love can ev'n with Gods engaget

Go forth, array'd in native charms,
Whole fight alone, can all fubdue-
Not half to rich Pelides' arms

From whence in Greece contention grew.
One link of that blefs'd chain of love
Be thine alone on earth to fhew,
That harmonizes all above

And binds the arring world below!

Thy power th' aftonish'd foe fhall find,
Those moft fubmifive, who most brave
See rancour at thy fight grows kind!
And conque claims to be thy flave!"

"Twm

'Twas thus immortal Pfyche ipake,

And clafp'd young Lycon to her breast. Too late the found the fond miftakeHer words to Cupid were addrefs'd.

But heav'nly words are paft recall—

In vain their prey the conqu'rors fought; Before their captive, low they fall, They look, and by that look are caught! In hopes that dangerous fight to leave Some vainly cautious turn away. Alas! how they themielves deceive! Their fears the trembling train betray. Till finding they are doom'd to be

His flaves, tho' from bis face they fly, They turn again, refolv'd to fee

That look, tho' by that look they die !

A few, more boift'rous than the reft,

No lefs the wond'rous influence foundTheir impotence how foon confess'd!

Lycon but looks, and they are bound! Bound by thole ties that Gods can bind, That earth and heaven alike approve! By ev'ry grace of form and mind!

By words of truth, and looks of love.

They try to roll their threat'ning eyes,
They try their ulelefs arms to wield,
Subdu'd at length by strange surprise

They to their glorious pris'ner yield.
So fweet they feel the magic pow'r,

Each chief his proud pretenfion waves, They bleis the day, they blets the hour At fight that made them Lycon's flaves. Cupid's Picture.

By Mr. Roe, of Springhill, near Carlogu.

"HO first drew love, and pictur'd him a child,

WHO

Sure nature on the gay invention fmil'd.
He faw what toys fond lovers entertain,
How void of reason, whimsical, and vain;
Wild geftures, wanton glances, gay attire
Stir the quick flame and irritate defie.
He added wings fleet as the changing wind,
-And reafon juft. In love the flutt'ring mind
Is hurry'd here and there as paffions (way,
Now light, now grave, now penfive, and now
gay:

Falfe hopes encourage, abject fears controul,
Such various motions agitate the foul.
Love ia a vain illufion. Lovers change;
From fair to fair capriciously they range;
Their conforts first embrace and after flight,
And the fame object tires their fated fight.
And laft he arm'd him with a pointed dart,
Which pierces, unoblerv'd, th' unguarded heart;
But what can prudence, caution, art avail,
When love's triumphant arms the breast affil?
His quiver loaded bangs; his bow fill bent,
From whence, uuteen, the filent arrow's feat.
The fubtile venom glides thro' every vein,
Ner youth, nor manhood 'fcape the thrilling pain.
His paw'r refiftless all mankind obey,

Add age and wisdom head beneath his sway.

B

The Sportsman's Invocation.

By the fame.

RIGHT emprefs of the lawn and grove,
Mildly thy fuppliant's fuit approve ;
The youth who hill and valley trace,
Stodious of prey invoke thy grace.
When founds the horn, attend the train,
Great Dian, with thy radiant train
Of woodland nymphs; without delay
Roule from his lodge the panting prey.
So may no latyr, faun invade
Thy chatte receffes in the fhade;
Nor in clear fream Adæon's eye,
Prying, thy virgin form elpy.
Hear, Dian, hear, attend the (train,
And bid fuccefs reward our pain.

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ALL'd forth Thalia's ftandard to display,
And here maintain her fov'reigo comic
fway,

As chief-I'll reconnoitre well the ground,
To learn what hoftile lines are drawn around!

[Surveys the house with a glass.

That's not a dark defile in yonder glade ?→→→
For fhould it prove a treacherous ambulcade,
No puffing miners have I here in pay,
To lap their works, or turn their covert way;
No mercenary band who have been wont
To hack and hew, like pioneers in front!

With flying fhells our engineers shall try That well-man'd battlement, which tow'rs fo high! [Pointing to the Upper Gallery. Beneath our point-blank-fhot will surely reach, And in you half-moon batt'ry make a beach. [To the Second Gallery.

Thofe lovely breaft-works that adorn the field, To nature's gentle fummons foon must yield ! [Side Boxes, &c.

This poft advanc'd the picket guard to keep; And that relerve, who are entrench'd chin-deed, We hope to carry by a bold exertion,

At least amuse, with fome well-plann'd diver fion! [To the Pit.

My troops are vet'rans-it has been their lot
To form in front of fervice hifling hot;
Who, when their ranks are gall'd, or put to
Alight.

Are fure to rally, and renew the fight,
Unless and then no light dragoons scour fleet-

er

Their powder fails for want of true salt-petre !

Our plans avow'd; it is from this firm ftation To gain the heights of public approbation !

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