holds the Vox Populi to be the Vox Dei, had crept into the speeches of my predea and if broken in upon and routed by in. cessors. But no sooner had I begun with truding Magistrates, foon rises like the calmness to controvert a few licentious opiPhænix, more beautiful from the wide nions, and contradict a few turbulent poriSpreading fire of the Police !"

tions of these frequenters of Liberig-hall, As I found my friend's cratorical fit than initead of the audi alteram pariem, was upon him, I waited till he had re which I expected, a new argument struck covered, and then promited to attend my astonished ears, and the words “down him to the next meeting of the “ Friends with him," “ fidence him," “ turn him of Free Discussion." The evening being out, &c." with hisies, and other tokens arrived, after entering and taking my ot anger, became as diftin&t as they were leat, I listened with attention to the bold audible. Deeming my character at stake, and uniform eloquence of those about I for a while stood firm as the Acrocerau. me: my friend Ranter foon arose, and I nian Promontory ; but men are but inen, was in but little pain for him, knowing and I was loon obliged to make a preci. he considered himielf, upon the credit of pitate retreat. My friend was kind his lungs, as an excellent Orator: neither enough to follow me down stairs; and as was I furprited' at the applaute that we walked home together, I could not followed every tentence in which the help expressing my indignation at their words, Reform, Representation, General conduct. « Oh Heaven," cried Ranter, Good, dulce et decorum ift pro patri á “what a hornet's neft you brought about mori, &c.&c. followed in rapid fucceflion. your ears! I believe you, my dear Caius, In short, my friend continued to “ cleave to be a very honest and sensible fellow, the general ear with horrid speech," to but you was guilty of a dreadful overthe great fatisfaction of the audience, and fight.".

"-" What overlight?" exclaimed Touts of applaufe graced the conclusion. I, in great surprise ? Why," replied I thought this a fair opportunity of Ranter with a thrug, you spoke on speaking in my turn, and role with an the wrong fide!" intention of itating some errors that


To the Editor of the EUROPEAN MAGAZINE.

20 January 1797 A VERY neat mural Monument, in honour of the late Rev. Mr. HARRISON, and exe

cuted by Mr. Westmacott, of Mount-street, has been lately erected in Brompton Chapel, near Knightib.idge, with the following infcription :

to the Memory of the

Minister of this Chapel

from its Opening in 1769; Rector of St. John's, Clerkenwell; and Evening Preacher at the

Magdalen Hospital.
He departed this Life
230 December 1993,

Aged 57 years.


I am, Sir, Yours, W. B.



SINCE the promise that was given by period, that I begin to apprehend it is a

Mr. Ireland to publish the Play of promile not likely to be performed. Among . Vortigern, I have been a frequent inqui- other reasons for wishing for this publicarer when it was expected to appear ; but 'tion, one was to see a genuine copy of the so much time has now elapsed since that Prologue, which, like Mr. Pye's, I am


a fate

informed, originally expressed some doubts That name, the source of wonder and dce
of the authenticity of the Piece. A copy light,
of it has lately fallen into my hands, and To a fair hearing has at least a right.
therefore, to do justice to the writer, ! We ark no more-with you the judgment
folicit your infertion of the following lies:
lines, which were intended to conclude No forgeries escape your piercing eyes!
it. By comparing them with the Pro Unbiass'd then, pronounce your dread decree,
logue, as interted in your Magazine før Alike from prejudice and favour free.
April 1996, p. 272, you wi see that If no effulgent spark of beavenly fire,
the Author was not fo firm a believer as No ray divine, ibe languid scene inspire,
he has been generally supposed.

If no internal proofs denose its worib,
I am, Sic,

And trace from Avon's banks its bappier birebi
C. D.

Wiib juff disdaix ibe dull attempt discard, After the line

And vindicate tbe glory of your Bard, While Shakespeare's radiance thone with But if, the ordeal pass’d, you chance to find double light,

Rich sterling ore, though rude and unrefin'd, It proceeded as follows:

Scamp ic your own ; affert your poet's fame, As different cur attempt, fo may a

And add fresh wreaths to Shakespeare's hoFar different on this nigbe's performance wait. nour'd name. From deep oblivion snatch'd a play appears, Which claims refpe&, fince Shakespeare's dame it bears. When this Prologue was spoken, the lines above in Italics were omitted.

ANECDOTES. MR. GEORCE SELWYN. coach."-"I'll help you toone, if you will AN infinity of witty sayings, smart give me leave," replied George. « What

repartees, and bon mots, have been think you of Manners * make the man ?" repeatedly related and published of Mr. Selwyn. The writer of the following MARQUIS TOWNSEND, anecdote does not remember ever to have when Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, was feen it in print: he had it from unquer., by some means or other detained at a littionable authority.

tle public-house one evening; probably A notorious gamester had, by an ex he was returning from an excurlion, and traordinary run of good luck at a gam- found it was too late to reach Dublin that ing-house in St. James's Street (in a party night. Be that as it may, his Excellency where a son of the House of Rutland was liked his landlord's wine so well, that he the principal if not only loser), been ena- got vastly good-humoured, and in a merry bled to set up a carriage and handsome cue dubbed his landlord Knight. In the equipage. Selwyn, who had heard of the morning, when his Lordship recollected attair, which had very much distrelled the fome circumstances that had pafled the Foung Nobleman in inoney matters, met preceding evening, he would tain have him very shortly after his success, and treated the whule as a joke; but the paid him, in his droll manner, some very Knight was not to be put off fo : he was hne compliments on the elegance of his a Knight, and so he'd remain. However, carriage, and his taste in the choice of his a few arguments made him rather more liveries. “Why, aye," returned the tractable; and he said, in all the fimplistber,“ I really think they are very well, city of an Irishman, “ Fait, I do not but I am at a loss for a motto to the arms care much about it myself, but I must I have had painted on the pannels of my go upstairs and consult my Lady. Felix.


Sept. 28, 1697. REV SIR,

Anth: Alfop has been with one of A FRIEND of Yours this morning, Corpus Christi Coll: who came from De:

John Urry by name, brought me the Wallis's; where had been fome talk of the fwlowing Account.

French Kings Proclaiming the Prince of Manners is the family name of the Duke of Rudland,


W. James the 3". And the D!. told this - Hewitt (then newly made a Lord) about Gentleman how many Original Letters the late Revolution, he told me when Ki he had seen under the Queens own hand, James was at Salisbury, if he had gone the Bricklayers Wife, and others con to dinner at Warmintter, as he had procerned in the matter : & a long Letter mised, his business had been done there. allo in Cypher, which cost him fome He & Captain Cornelius Wood who was pains: all which made it out clear to him, then present said St. Geo: He & I had & he thought 'twould to any body, that done his business : for that Wood was to it was all cheat & Impofture. It chanced be Exempt of the Guard, and I thould at this time that Sir Godfrey Kneller have commanded it, & the Lord Churcoming down to draw the Dis Pi&ure by chilt would have gone in the Kings M'. Pepys's order, was prelent. Wat Coach, being in waiting with the Gold de Devil' (says he), de Prince Wales te headed stick. Kirk, Lanier (laid si Son of a Brickbatt Woman, be Got it is Geo:), and many others of our party bea lye, I am not of his Party, nor shall ing there, & most of the Guards & ar. not be for him. I am fatistiet wit wat te my that were pofted there, right for our Parliament has done: but I must tell you purpose, we were resolved to carry him a wat I am sure of, & in wat I cannot be Prisoner to the Prince of 0. But if Dun. mistaken : His Fader & Moder have fat barton, Scarfield, or any other of the Poto me about 36 time a piece ; & I know pith Officers should endeavour to rescue every Line & bit in their Faces. Be Got him, then said St. Geo: little Wood & I could paint K. James just now by me. I, that were on horse-back, were to have niory.. I say the child is so like boch, Thot him, & if that had miss'd, then Lord that there is not a Feature in his Face but Churchill, that was provided with a wat belongs to Fader or Moder ; this I Pocket Píltoll & a Dagger, would have am of, & be Got I cannot be mistaken. Molt him or stabb'd him in the Coach, for Nay te Nails of his Fingers are his Mo- there was no other way of saving them. ders te Queen that was : D'. you may be lelves after attempting the thing. But as out in your Letters and Cyphers, but be it plealed God, Iaith the Informant, his Got I can't be out in my Lines. Soon af. Majesties Nofe very happily fell a bleedter the Coronation of the Prince of 0. ing, by which bis going to Warmintter having some discourse with Sf. Geo: was prevented.


HE above House, from its elegant Architecture, below: of which remain

manner of building, is intended as few comparative specimens. contrast to the antient manner of the

OLD HOUSES BEHIND THE CHARTER-HOUSE ARE within the walls, and inhabited the house. In visiting the Charter-house,

by Penfioners from the Hospital. 'the observer will find a whimtical conFounded by Thomas Sutton, Esq. Citi traft of ancient and inodern building, zen and Girdler of London, A. D. 1611. the hall, the kitchen, chapel, cloitters, &T. The number of Pentioners amount to are well worthy the attention of the eighty, the Scholars on the Foundation Antiquary and curious traveller. In the forty-four, and Students at the Univer. Hall is a good whole length portra i of hitie's twenty-nine; which make the lum the Founder.. total of Members one hundred and fifty.

P. thrte, besides the officers and servants of



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