of foreign countries to be loaden in foreign fhips for Guernsey, where they are to fend English fhips to bring them into the ports of England; and, by this little evation, think they fhall not be liable to the penalties in the act of navigation. I have read that, and fubfequent acts in confirmation of it; and never could find that Guernsey, Jersey, or a ny other of our islands, were looked on in any other light than England. If lawyers can, or may be able to find another meaning than the plain fenfe the words bear, it is high time to get it explained fo as to put it out of all doubt, and thereby the fubjects of England upon an equal foot: which at prefent they are not; for many will not venture, notwithstanding the above mentioned opinion, because they believe that an English jury will give their own sense of the act: So 'tis plain that fuch must be great fufferers, when we confider, that during a war we must have at least double the number of men in one of our fhips for their defence, that is neceffary in a neutral one for navigating the fhip only; they can confequently bring the goods for half the freight that ours can; and we can infure our goods in fuch veffels for 2 per cent. the fame voyage that it will coft 12 per cent. on an English fhip. Suppofe an English fhip and a French fhip at Leghorn, and I freight them both at 5 1. per ton, and the value of each cargo to be 10,000l. then the account will fland thus:

Freight on the Englishman, 1000
Infurance 12 per cent.

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be of greater value, I fhall get the difference of infurance more in proportion. This is but one of the many evils attending the breach of this act: Our whole foreign navigation will be dwindled away to coafting between our ports and Guernsey; and fhould the war laft any time, we fhall be in as great want of failors as any of our neighbours.--Should a matter of this confequence be left to the explanation of lawyers, at a time when the great council of the nation is affembled? It is not long fince that people were ftirr'd up at, and jealous of imaginary evils coming upon us; but now there is a real evil coming upon us, we feem to be afleep. What will become of all thofe whofe only dependence is upon ships? Ought they not to confult together, and in the moft decent manner poffible petition that this matter may be explained? Ought this to be deferred one minute? The publishing this may open the eyes of many, and be a real fervice to the nation.

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Verfes writ upon a FAN.

His pow'rful fan whilft Delia bears, Who Cupid's bow or quiver fears? Ufelefs and vain his darts are found, Whilft Delia's fan ne'er fails to wound. This, whilft it makes her heat retire, In other breafts augments the fire. Fly, Cupid, fly; revenge the wrong, Nor let the fair-one triumph long: Hafte, quit your shape, as godheads can, And take the form of Delia's fan: (Whilft o'er her frowy breafts you play, You'll joy you threw the God away.) Then, whilst you make one heat depart,

EPILOGUE to the FAITHFUL SHEPHERD, fpoke by Mrs FURNIVAL.

eager

Uch were the Scenes Italian fancy wrought, Ere mufick from the flage had banish'd thought; Led on, where heroes trod, a beardlefs throng, Warblers who ravish · only with a fong. Ladies, what think ye of Mirtillo's vows? What modern youth wou'd die to fave his spouse? Our wifer lovers, in thefe reas'ning days, To gain their miftreffes chufe milder ways; With parents calmly traffick for their daughter, And wait till lawyers fign her-imprimatur. When after tedious moons of wishing, le ! The bride finds in her arms -a beau. Who can the coxcomb's happy lot express? His knowledge, fashions; and his bus'nefs,--dress: Lord of the fnuff-box and the sparkling ring, Afmiling, boring, neceffary thing. Ta vain to love, too low to be abus'd, And just defpis'd enough to be well-us'd. Bat of our fex the men of fenfe beware, Your flavery is the triumph of the fair; 'Twixt paffion long and reafon doom'd to vary, To ponder, doubt, examine, judge, yet---marry. Long polish'd nations have admir'd thefe ftrains; Rome's brightest beauties crowded to thefe fcenes: Yet never the applauded author drew A fairer circle than we boaft in you. Kindly then praife Mirtillo's gen'rous mind; So, may each nymph a faithful fhepherd find.

EPIGRAM.

Pan fome hafly errand Tom was fent,

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And met their parish-curate as he went; But, juft like what he was, a perfect clown, It feems he pass'd him with a cover'd crown. The gownman flopt, and, turning, fternly faid, "I doubt, my lad, you're iller taught than fed. Why ay, fays Tom, ftill jogging on, that's true; Thank God, he feeds me, but I'm taught by you.

The Duke of AR- LE's Levee. Spoken by Col. CHARTRES, and writ by the late Lord BINNING.

Ingentem foribus domus alta fuperbis Mane falutantum totis vomit ædibus undam. Vir. Ith other Scots the other day I waited on A-G--e, Than whom no better patriot breathes Within our British isle.

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Sing, Mufe, who never fang before How well we were receiv'd;

And what he faid, and eke also,
How nobly we behav'd.
Long time we had not held chit-chat
Before his Grace appear'd;
And with his ever-pleafing air
Our hearts and faces chear'd.
He beck'n'd us up, all one by one,

And fpoke to each fo pat,
That all well-pleas'd his levee left,
But I, who felt a rat.
Then to A- -r, in the van

Advancing, were his words ;
"Nor ours, nor any foreign land,
A hawk like your's affords.

So Richmond's Duke, of hawks the judge,

Affur'd me t'other day." [Grace, Philip bow'd low, and thank'd his And went well-pleas'd away. To Colonel S-r: "T'other day, I was well-pleas'd to fee, The British coffee-house fo chang'd

From what it us'd to be.

Your Sarah charms, it grows polite

As G-d my foul fall fave."
With low obeifance, hearty thanks
The grateful Colonel gave.

The Advocate, with reverence great,
Advancing was to speak;
But, like the reft, he was firuck dumb,
With cheek applied to cheek.
"The lawyers in our houfe declare,

That no man fpeaks like you; [bow'd,
Your rhet'rick charms." Then Duncan
And own'd his Grace fpoke true.
Then Colonels Jack and Peter drew
Together near his Grace:
"Peter! thou haft a martial foul,

And Jack a handsome face: Were you to blended both in one,

L-d! how you'd look and fight!" Then Peter bow'd, wheel'd to the left, And Jack unto the right. Then to Culloden, faid the Duke, "Now tell me, John, fincere,

Whether eight bottles 'tis, or ten,

You drink to your own skair ?”

Culloden bow'd, and thank'd his Grace, For fuch a kindly word;

The CURE of LOVE. By a Lady. PHOEBE and PHYLLIS.

PHOEBE.

gentle Phyllis, do you fly the plain,

An angel of the L-d. Then forward Brodie made a ftep, In whofe attentive ear His Grace was pleas'd to whisper, but

So loud as we could hear: "The Ladies in the town declare, That no man kiss'd fo well." [Grace; The Laird laugh'dmuch, and thank'd his But faid, "They should not tell." Then Colonel M8 -n advanc'd, A neceffary man ; [pleas'd, Who well might, if the Mufe had

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Been welcom'd to the van:

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My friend, I hope your Lady's well." (She's well to ferve your Grace.) Both fmil'd, and bow'd, and fmil'd aIn one another's face. [gain, Six times had Harry bow'd unfeen, Before he durft advance: [pleas'd, The Duke then turning round, wellSaid, "Sure you've been in France. A more polite and janty mien

I never faw before." Then Harry bow'd, and blush'd, and And ftrutted to the door. [bow'd,

To honeft John', who made a leg:

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"Ab! honest Skip," faid he. And Skip was well content with that. His Grace then turn'd to me *: “Ah! Chartres!"—"Bl--d and w-ds, I anfwer'd: and his Grace [my Lord," Was going to reply; when lo!

Great Daniel Jhow'd his face. At fight of him low bow'd the Peer, And Daniel deign'd a nod: 1 faw Sir Robert, and 'tis done;"--You've kept me in, by G—d.” At fight of this I limp'd away, Inform'd where to apply; Begging my countrymen may The hint as well as I.

take

Thofe fwoln red eyes, and that pale faded cheek," Too well the anguish of your bofom speak.

Phyl. Since there is no concealment of my wae
Since from experienc'd life much art you know,
O fay, great Prieftefs of Diana's fhrine,
Whofe pow'r and knowledge almoft are divine;
Say, can the foul from torture be redress'd;
Can any med'cine cure a troubled breaft?
Pho. Yes; for as baljams raging pains ap-
peafe,

Sage counfels to diftemper'd minds give eafe;
Ev'n Love is no incurable difeafe.
-Hah, nymph, what means that fudden blush
and fart?

Have I guess'd right, and touch'd the tender part?
Phyl. Irvou'd conceal it—but I cannot feign:
You guess'd, and, as you nam'd it, wak'd my pain.

Phoe. Then to the cure we'll take the fafeft course, And trace the malady to its firft fource. [griev'd: Then tell what fwain you lov'd, and why you're The heaviest heart by fpeaking is reliev'd.

Phyl. At our laft wake I Damon chanc'd to

vier.

Pho. A graceful youth !

Phyl. O! were he but as true. Be as he will, I liften'd to his tongue, Joy'd when he spoke, and raptur'd when he sung; So feet in fpeech or fong his accents flow'd, So fweet he told the flame with which he glow'd, Cold muft the maiden be who was not mov'd, That I was lov'd I credulously thought, For never cou'd she think she was not lov'd. And to return the flame my breaft I taught. Too Joon my breast was practis'd in the art; Love, when once enter'd, foon commands our heart. Love fed my waking thoughts with glorious themes, And blefs'd my flumbers with transporting dreams; My days all pleasure, and my nights all joy, Which time, I cry'd, will heighten, not destroy. -What will not time destroy?—To what not prove A certain ruin, when he ruins love?

Phoe. Most of the ills which we from time endure, So kindly fate ordains, that time shall cure. Love, though neglected, shall not break your reft; If the fain has not honour's bounds tranfgreft, And flight for flight repay, and feorn for fcorn. Prudence hall teach your heart to cease to burn,

Phyl. Ab, Phoebe, thank my stars! ah, thank Though I repent, repent I not too late. [my fate!

Although

Albagh I fondly loud, and fond believ'd,
Na 'n by Damon wou'd I be deceiv'd;
Decero'd to trefpafs on fair Honour's laws,
be, though folly, yet no fhame will caufe:
Ta left-for 1, aware of man's deceit,
Wou'd truft no man my innocence to cheat;
Char is my virtue and my virgin fame,
Yet I my heart for loving ftill must blame.
Phoe. Your remedy from Prudence muft arife,
be unhappy, if you're wife.

No can

you

All my beft art, for 'twill my best require,
I bring, to free your heart from love's defire.
Phyl. Free me from that, you fix my fole delight.
Phoe. Call Reafon to your aid, you'll put to flight
The foe not to be quell'd by other might:

Of all Love's happieft pleasures fum th’account,
And learn to what the total will amount;
Then in the balance Love's vexations weigh,
How certain these, and how uncertain they :
Such fordid joys, and of delights fo nice,
That female coynefs only gives them price.-
There are, who from large dow'rs derive their
Andthefe in full career purfue their game: [flame,
They wreck their wits the golden prize to gain,
But ev'n that gold becomes at length a chain.
Phyl. But when Love's pleafing dictates 1
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bey'd, Though I might err, for Happiness I ftray'd. Phoe. Ab, fimple maid, to gain true happiness, To facred Virtue make your chief addrefs; Wave fenfual joys, and with a flame refin'd, Cart thefe diviner pleafures of the mind: From henceforth live of Virtue's fervice proud, And, with religious charms, be beft endow'd: Teas guarded be from paffion's baneful rage, With holy thoughts divert the pains of age; Speace hall with her fofteft tranfports reign, Delight, refin'd from all allay of pain ; If love can blefs beyond these heights, return, To drag his chain, and in his fever burn : Chide my officious zeal to fet you free, And hapless as fome fimple maidens be. Phyl. Love is no more a tyrant in my breaft; Where Love deny'd, there Virtue can give reft. Phoe. But do not rafhly love's firange force defpife, Take beed you are not captiv'd by furprise; Mens arts can give new paffion and defire, Revive new hopes, and fan th'expiring fire; Their mirth and grief, and kindnefs and disdain, Are fatal all, and work a maiden's pain: But from all arts and dangers to be fure, This be your only fafeguard and your cure ; Know Love's a fhort and tranfitory joy, But Virtue's blifs, nor Time, nor Death destroy.

Anacreon, Ode 52. imitated, By CHARLES CHESTER, Efq; M. D. Grapes, or the Vintage.

O! the vintage now is done! [fun.

And black' ned with th' autumnal The grapes gay youths and virgins bear, In vats the heav'nly load they lay, The fweeteft product of the year! And fwift the damfels trip away: The youths alone the wine-prefs tread, Mean time the mirthful song they raise, For wine's by fkilful drunkards made : Io! Bacchus to thy praife! And eying the bleft juice, in thought Quaff an imaginary draught.

Gayly thro' wine, the old advance, And doubly tremble in the dance : In fancy'd youth they chant, and play, Forgetful that their locks are gray.

Thro' wine, the youth compleats his loves;

He haunts the filence of the groves: Where ftretch'd beneath th' embow'ring fbade,

He fpies fome love-inspiring maid ;
On beds of rofy fweets fhe lies
Faft by her fide his limbs he throws,
Inviting fleep to clafe her eyes:
Her hand he preffes,--breathes his vows;
And cries, My love, my foul, comply
This inftant, or, alas! I die.

In vain the youth perfuafion tries! In vain! — her tongue at least denies : Then fcorning death thro' dull despair, He forms th' unwilling willing fair; Bleffing the grapes that could difpenfe The happy, happy impudence.

Ode 31. The pleafing frenzy.
By the fame.

The blood of grapes 1 mly crave;
I quaff it, and 'tis fweet to rave.
Alcides frantick grafp'd his bow,
His quiver rattled, flor'd with aoe;
Stern Ajax fbook his glitt'ring blade,
And broad his fenfold fhield difplay'd:
Dang'rous madman! how he drew
His faverd, and hosts in fancy flew!
I, peaceful 1, no faulchion wield,
I bend no bow, 1 poife no field.
The flow'ry garland crowns my.
My hand the pow'rful goblet bears:
The pow'rful goblet, nobly brave
I drain, and then 'tis fweet to rave.

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FOREIGN HISTORY.

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Epeated advices confirm the reduction of the GREAT MOGUL by Kouli Kan, to whom he is become a tributary. The conqueror is faid to have formed a defign of attacking the Turks on the fide of Babylon, on pretence of refentment for the Grand Seignior's refufing to grant him liberty to pass through his dominions to vifit the tomb of Mahomet. The Sovereign of Perfia gives earneft affurances to the Czarina of his difpofition to continue in peace with Ruffia; and, as a mark of his friendship, had prefented her with eight elephants he had feized from the Mogul. The fpeech of the Perfian Ambafladors at their audience of leave of the Czarina, may not be unacceptable, on account of its Eaftern eloquence.

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Maft Serene, Mof Puifant Great Lady, Empress and Sovereign of all Ruffia. Ince that we, the moft fubmiffive fervants of the two empires, being charged with the amicable letter of the Great Lord the Grand Cagan, the Sovereign of Iran, the Sophy Nadir, renown'd through the whole world, are arrived at the most high court of your Imperial Majefty, Great Lady, who is adorned with a crown as refplendent as the fun and the moon, who is feated upon a throne as high as heaven, who commands a people as innumerable as the ftars, a Princefs who furpaffes in

glory and profperity moft Monarchs in the universe, and to whom we are come to execute the commissions and the orders that our mafter gave us by word of mouth; fince which time to this prefent inftant, and without our deferving it, your Imperial Majefty has been conftantly giving us proofs of your extraordinary benevolence, for which we return our most humble thanks: And upon leaving your Majefty's high court to return home, filled with the highest fatisfaction, we think ourselves obliged to affure you, that during our whole lives we fhall extol the glorious name of your Majefty. We wish that Almighty God may continue to grant to your Imperial Majefty a happy reign, abounding with benedictions, and that you may always triumph over the common enemies. We beg, in proftrating ourselves before your Imperial Majefty, that if, during our refidence at your most high court, thro' ignorance we have committed any fault, whether by words or actions, that you would be pleafed, according to your greatnefs of foul, to graciously pardon us. We take the liberty to affure your Imperial Majefty, with the moft profound refpect, that at our return into Perfia we will ftrive, by our faithful fervices towards the two empires, to render ourselves worthy of fuch fignal favours. We further invoke Almighty God, that he would cause the frict friendship eftablished between the two empires to fubfift without interruption, and that all those who envy it may be covered with fhame and confufion.

At CONSTANTINOPLE, the populace are greatly diffatisfied, on account of the treaties faid to be concluded with the courts of Vienna and Petersburg : Though fome advices declare the prefent government of the Porte perfectly agreeable to the defires of the people. Extract of a letter from an Imperial of ficer who was carry'd as a beflage to Conftantinople.

S the Seraglio of Adrianople is not inhabited, the Grand Vizier 'Tis as fhewed it to us at our arrival. large as a town, is encompass'd with

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