close, a fourth above its key ; the second is a mournful close, a whole tone above its key; the third is a chearful close, in its key; the fourth is a mournful close, a major third above its key; the fifth is a mournful clofe, a semi-cone below its key; the ixth is a mournful close, a minor third below its key; the seventh is a chearful close, a fifth above its key; the eighth is a chearful close, in the key. I desire to know the key of that tune, and what is required in each strain to form a proper cadence for each clofe.

A QUESTION, by M. Nosworthy, of Plymouth-Duck.
EQUIRED the value of x and y in the following
equation :
Given 3x + 4y=1036.87

3yy + v 4xx=692:302128

An ENIGMA, by J. S. of Sbepron-Maller.


H ERE Flora reigns I'm often seen,
W In lonely deserts rove ;
In city and in town I've been,

And in the shady grove,

Some people do me much deteft ;
.Ah, hideous thing !" they say ;
And yet by numbers I'm caress'd;

With me they sport and play.

By fome affected belles and beaux

If I'm by chance descry'd,
But touching of their gaudy clothes,

Oh! how it shocks their pride.

Vain mortals ! though they do contemn

My low and humble state,
The being that created them

Did likewise me create.
With one hint more (which is no sham)

For further information,
I fhall conclude ; that is, I am

A pillar of this nation,

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TTAIL, lovely nymph, upon whose dimpled cheek
11 Sits ever smiling candour! Thee I woo
At morn, at eve, and in my mid-day song,
To bless my focial walk. Thou art the fan ;
Its light, its luftre to the moral world
Dispensing. Darkness broods, and fullen gloom
Spreads her black pall o'er ev'ry scene of joy
Where thy soft eyes withold the genial fmile.
Lift to thy fifter nymph; extend thy hand,
White as the Swan's Toft down, to lead me home,
That I may dwell, for ever dwell with thee,
And hold familiar converse with thy fire
Good-sense, alert and vigorous old man !
And with thy fifter pity, oft retire
Into the lonely grove, to drop a tear,
To vent the figh humane. For thou, fweet nymph,
Perfection's queen, good-nature; thou wast born
Of tenderness, the woodland fair, whom erst
Strong sense, thy fire robuft, in green wood fade,
Fast by a brook which bubbles through the dell,
By rudest fern furrounded chanc'd to meet;
As wearied from the chace, he fought the stream
To llake his thirst, and graceful bore his bow
Unstrung upon his thoulder; there he met,
He saw, he lov'd, and to his fond embrace
Wood her, and won, and cropp'd the precious rofe
Of her virginity while Hymen's torch
Blaz'd with re-doubled fplendour. Thou, sweet nymph,
Was the lov'd produce of their first young bliss;
Good-pature sprung from tenderness, the bride,
And manly sense, the bridegroom, truly bless’d.


Thee, thee sweet nymph, I woo at morn, at noon,
At eve, at midnight ; for thy tender heart,
Studious to kindle fatisfaction's glow
In each rose-tinctur'd cheek, disdains to wound,
With slighteft pain, the humbleft; thou would'tt wipe
The tear from ev'ry eye, and ev'n the worm
Beneath thy feet, compassionate, would'ft save
From the least pang of corporal fafferance.
Yet, to the ftoic apathy estrangid,
Thou can'it with feady courage probe to th' quick
The wound thou mean'it to care ; thou can't reprove
With all the sweet perfuafion of esteem,
And give a momentary pang to free
The worthy mind from its ignoble chain.
Though on the swifteft wings of panting love
Thou would't fly forth to work a brother's weal,
Thoughtless of toil, yet art thou never led
An easy captive, with compliance mean,
At the softlure of every Syren's song
That trills delusive. Thou art of thy steps
No less observant than of thy compeers ;
Slow chofen, long approv'd, and firm can'ft stand
The noisy dalh of ignorant vice's waves.
Not so that counterfeit who oft assumes
Thy name respectful! Giglet, light, and base ;
Daughter of folly, whose unmeaning front
Wears the foft fimper of perpetual imile!
Unballafted by virtue, and reduced
Ever to follow the gay painted barge
That with obftreperous tumults fpreads its fails,
Its filken sails, as pleasure's gale shall blow
Upon fimplicity's most perilous main,
Improvident of danger; and of chart,
Of compass, and of anchor, madly void !

No, gentle nymph, thy solid sober joys,
Approv'd while felt, and pleasing on review ;
Thy joys, oft soft benignity, give worth
To this life; painful boon, when discontent
Inverts the prospect glass, and all things kens
Enlarg'd in foul malignity's thick miłt.
'Then, soft good-nature, thed, oh shed thy light;
Deign nymph thy vivifying smile. May all
Before my fight be beautified by thee!
Whether in folitude's meand'ring frades,
Amid thy upland copse, or by the fide
Of sedgy-fringed brook, along the mead


Bedeck'd with flowers, I ftray; thou, thoa, fair nymph,
lllume the prospect. Thou the upland copre,
And thou the sedgy-fringed brook or mead,
Bedeck'd with flow'rets! Give me to behold .
With placid smiles, and approbation's warmth,
When by my charmer's side, my bride, my love,
Lift'ning I drink the music of her tongue;
O still and e'er be present ; give me eyes
To trace her ev'ry amiable perfection,
To magnify her graces, and to draw
The veil of fond affection (fond, not blind)
O'er her minuter foibles, whence, alas!
Mortality moft refin'd shall not be free.
And as in love, so teach me to converse
In friend hip’s social intercourse. O teach
Each action to behald in fairelt light;
Belt motives to asign; to palliate faults;
Exculpate where I may, and from the worst
Extract and hold to view the worthy part;
While for the best, the generous and good,
With joy exalted, I stand up and say,
« Behold their virtues ;-mark, and imitate."
Bat never may the curse of envy's guilt
Lead me to pry on littleness and faults
Where merit claims my praise, and basely cause
Ev’n in a nut-shell to comprize the worth,
While half the world will scarce fuffice to hold
The thousand faults which my quick-fighted pride
Discerns in him I envy. Hence the thoughi!
Touch with the lenient balm of thy soft love,
Good-nature, gentle nymph, the heart morose,
The self-tormenting heart, where thoughts like these
Are fostered, which betray a narrownels of mind
Unworthy reason, and unfit for man. .


H wedded love, thy bard shall own,

When two congenial souls unite, Thy golden chain inlaid with down,

Thy lamp with heav'n's own splendour bright.

But if no radiant ftar of love, .

Oh Hymen, smile on thy pure rite, Thy chain a wretched weight muft prore,

Tby lamp a sad fepulchral light.

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