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N.B. Some furnish: rooms for the foreigners and a Proper place, for their horses they are prepared accordingly.
Master of a Parish.-As a
Plain talking-A village parson having in his sermons taken too exalted a pitch for the comprehension of his auditors, found it necessary to make some apology, lame country schoolmaster which he did as follows: "Re-hobbling one morning upon two spected friends-My oral documents having recently been the subjects of your vituperation, I hope it will not be an instance of vain eloquence or supererogation, if I laconically promulgate, that avoiding all syllogistical, aristo
sticks to his noisy mansion, he was met by a nobleman, who inquired his name, and the means by which he procured a livelihood ? "My name," answered he, “is R. T. and I am master of this parish." This answer increased the curiosity of his lordship, and
cratical, and peripatetical propositions, all hyperbolical exaggera- he desired to know how he was tions and extenuations, whether master of the parish ? physically, philosophically, phi- replied the pedagogue, lologically, politically, or pole-master of the children of the pamically considered, either in rish; the children are masters of diurnal peregrinations, or noctur- their mothers; the mothers are the nal lucubrations, they shall be de- rulers of their fathers, and consefinitively and categorically assimi- quently I am the master of the lated with, and rendered conge- whole parish." His lordship was nial to the occiputs, caputs, and pleased with this logical reply, cerebrums of you, my most superlatively respectable auditory.”
and made the schoolmaster a handsome present.
skull, found at Newstead, which, if you think worth inserting in
ON THE LITTLE FLOWER "FORGET ME NOT."
your valuable and amusing Mis-There is a little modest flower
cellany, is at your service.
Αλφα. Start not! nor dream my spirit fled, In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull.
I lived I loved-I quaff'd like thee: I died let earth my bones resign; Fill up thou canst not injure me,
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy breed ;
And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of Gods, than reptiles feed,
Where'er my wit perchance hath shone
In aid of others, let me shine;
To friendship ever dear;
"Tis nourish'd in her humble bower, And water'd by her tear!
If hearts, by fond affection tied,
Should chance to slip away, This little flower will gently chide The heart that thus would stray. All other flowers, when once they fade,
Are left alone to die; But this, e'en when it is decay'd, Will live in memory's sigh! Let cypress trees and willows wave, To mark the lonely spot; But all I ask to deck my grave Shall be "Forget me not!"
And when, alas! our brains are gone, To the Editor of the Oxford EnterWhat nobler substitute than wine?
If the following lines from an old Londoner should please you, you are at liberty to insert them in your entertaining publication,
I am, &c.
LINES ON LEAVING LONDON. Farewell thou bright region of science and fame,
Thou queen of the ocean and pride of
With thy thousands of pinnacles, tow
ers, and fanes,
Which giant-like stretch o'er thy emerald plains
Whilst smiling around thee, midst loftier hills,
And palaces, cottages, woodlands and vills,
A bright zone of silver, reflected afar, |Of church and of chapel are telling Throws o'er thee a splendour like roy
Which proclaim to the world the swift course of time,
And Paul's deeper pealing completes the sweet chime→→
But what did I leave when I parted from thee?
Wit, learning, and beauty, and sweet charity:
Public spirit and enterprize, honor and worth,
Thou soil of our greatness! of majesty's birth!
Of Royalty's presence! of sovereign sway!
The tomb of our heroes, our poets, and they
Whose deeds are recorded in history's page,
The wonder of earth, and the light of the age
chief of the cities; thou firm rooted tree!
Round which the oppressed whilst yet
they are free
Shall cling for thy succour; and when
the wide world,
Shall with tyrants be curs'd, let thy
vengeance be hurl'd 'Gainst the lawless aggressor, and crush the proud foe Who for absolute power all nights would forego
Then still shalt thou rise, thou queen of the Isles!
'Bove all other cities, and bless with thy smiles
All states and all nations, and ever remain
A monument fix'd in the archives of famé
Eternal-imperial-glorious and great,
Seems to rival the sun; whilst its Till like Rome thou shalt bow to im
A CURIOUS LOVE LETTER.
Most deserving estimation, After length of observation, And serious meditation
On th' exalted reputation,
You possess in this great nation,
To become your near relation;
To a more convenient station,
I read through your oration,
Of your weak imagination,
I'm without hesitation,
Yours, Mary Moderation.
AN ADDRESS TO THE ECHO.
If I address the Echo yonder,
Owondrous Echo tell me, bless'e
If then to win the maid I try,
Echo-A proper tye!
If neither being grave nor funny,
If I should try to gain her heart,
She mayn't love dress, and I again then, May come too smart, and she'll complain then?
Echo-Come plain then!
To please her most, perhaps 'tis best, To come as I'm in common dress'd? Echo-Come undress'd!
Then if to marry me I teaze her, What will she say if that should please her?
Echo-Please Sir !
When cross and good words can't ap pease her,
What if such naughty whims should seize her?.
Echo-You'd see Sir! When wed she'll change, for love's no sticker,
And love her husband less than liquor?
The doubting youth to Echo turned again, Sir,
To ask advice, but found it did not
Several Communications have been received, aud will meet with early attention,
gave much pleasure to most who read it, but more especially to the. "No part of History is more in-noble family for whose entertainstructive and delightful than the Lives ment it was written.
of great and worthy Men."
The turn of his mind lead
ing the author of the " Night Thoughts" to divinity, he quitted
LIFE OF EDWARD YOUNG, L.L.D. the law, which he had never prac
-Whom dismal scenes delight, Frequent at tombs and in the realms
tised, and taking orders, was appointed chaplain in ordinary to his majesty George II. April, 1728.
In the year 1731, our author. The subject of the present me- married; but scarcely ten years moir was the only son of Dr. Edw. had elapsed, ere she was consignYoung, dean of Sarum.-Authors ed to the grave, with two children are much at variance as to the time by a former husband, (a son and of his birth; but it appears evi- daughter) very promising characdent that it was between 1681 and ters. That he felt greatly for 1685. After being educated at their loss, as well as that of his Winchester School, he was chosen lady, may be easily perceived by on the foundation at New College, his beautiful poem of his " Night Oxford, in 1703, but being super- Thoughts," occasioned by it; and annuated, and there being no va- his grief is finely depicted in the cancy of a fellowship, he removed following lines: before the expiration of the year, to Corpus Christi, where he entered himself a gentleman com- Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my
Insatiate archer! could not one suf
peace was slain:
fill'd her horn.
The "Night Thoughts" was a species of poetry peculiarly his own, and has been unrivalled by,
In 1708, he was put into a law And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fellowship at All Soul's, by Archbishop Tennison. He took the degree of B.C.L. in 1714, and in 1719, D.C.L. In this year he published his tragedy of "Busiris:" all who have attempted to copy. in 1721, "The Revenge :" and him. in 1723, "The Brothers." About He wrote his "Conjectures on this time he published his elegant Original Composition," when he poem on "The Last Day," which, had completed his 80th year; if being written by a layman, gave it has blemishes mixed with its the more satisfaction. He soon beauties, it is not to be wondered after published, "The Force of at, when we consider his great Religion;" a poem, which also age, and the many infirmities