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Their brains lie with their tailors, and get babies
K. FIenry. No question they much wrong their real wortla
Chapman's Bussy D' Ambois.
A SOLDIER'S PALL
· As in Arden I have seen an oak
A SPARKLING PORTRAIT.
Gilbert. What said you, Grime?
Grime. I say, Sir Gilbert, looking on my dauýhter, 1
Bonfield. On thatgood Grime, I'm talking to your daughter;
George a Greene, or the Pinner of Wakefield. Anonymous.
A FOOL IN PROSPECT.
Isabella, Good father! ;;
Tell not me of tongues and rumours.
Not so hid neither,
Middleton's Women Bcware Women.
LOVE SHOULD NOT BE LACHRYMOS E
Mother. How like you it, daughter ?
'Tis a noble state!
my soul could dwell upon the reverence
Mother. That's every one's conceit that sees a Duke.
Isabella. Prithee forgive me;
A SWEET VOICE ILL APPRECIATED.
AN UNLAWFUL LOVER OBLIGED TO COMMEND AI6 MISTRES TO A BRIDEGROOM.
I have a strange office on't here ;
A HUSBAND SCORNED BY A WIFE WHO HAS LEFT HIM TO LIVE WITH A PRINCE.
With what a cruel pride
HIS FEELINGS AT HER DESERTION OP RIM.
And save the faith of woman. I ne'er felt
Rochester. This old iniquity, this heretic,
You had fryed for't, you grizzled heretic.
I am neither heretic por puritan, but of the old church. I'll swear, drivk ale, kiss a wench, go to mass, eat fish all Lent, and fast Fridays with cakes and wine, fruit and spicery; shrive me of my sins afore Easter, and begin new before Whitsuntide.
Crom. A merry mad-conceited knave, my lord.
Sir John Oldcastle.--- Anonymous.
THE INDICATOR'S FAREWELL.
It was the Editor's intention to reserve the above
and other extracts for the purpose mentioned a few weeks ago, that of filling up his paper when matter was wanting ; but a premature return to his work in general, has brought on such a return of his illness, as compels him, with great reluctance, to give up the paper itself; and here, accordingly, the Indicator takes leave of bis readers. He is still recovering; but so slowly, and with so much necessity to be careful, that it would be weakness in him to keep horering in this manner over a
task which he cannot properly pursue. He must complete the repose which was already doing him so much good: but he takes it only in the hope of being able to renew his labours, if not in this shape, in others.—Pleasures he should rather call them, for they are so even when pains and harms. The truth is, his pains have been so literally his pleasures, that although he has not written half what he reasonably might, nor attended a twentieth part as he ought to dispatch and punctuality, yet he has not put enough of his own rural doctrines in practice. He has suffered his imagination to take too many walks for him instead of his legs; has made book-journies about Vaucluse and Hymettus, to the neglect of his much-injured suburbs; and instead of a dozen retreats or so at intervals, which might have saved him the necessity of making these effeminate excuses, has now to keep a holiday of unwilling length and very equivocal pleasure.l'pon casting his eye back upon the numbers of the Indicalor, he has little to say but to thank his readers, his correspondents, his defenders, his users, who were always welcome when they were not afraid of being so, and his abusers, who in some instances have also thought fit to be his imitators. What he has written at any time, was at least written sincerely. He has generally had to perform his task without books, often with little comfort but the performance, always in the midst of a struggle of some sort ; but if the mention of this is a vanity as well as an excuse, it may serve also to shew how much the cultivation of a natural chearfulness can do for the entertainment of itself and others, and what riches there must be in that ordinary world about us, whose veriest twigs and common-places want but the look of one's own eye to act upon them as a sunshine. If the Indicator has found some honey in places more barren than was expected, it is surely neither his fault nor theirs ; nor will he make an apology for what is perhaps, at last, his only merit. To use a phrase of Cowley's, it would be very unbirdly" of him.
And now, returning to his own shape again, though retaining his birdly propensities, he shakes hands at parting with all his readers male, and gives a kiss on the cheek,- nonsense !mon the mouth, to all his fair readers, who have ever had faith in the good intentions of
The Editor need not excuse himself on this occasion to the various Correspons denis whose commuvications he intended to notice; but he is very sorry to part with some of them.-Will A. A. be good enough to mention some place to which a few books can be sent her by and by?
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