The limning is of Flemish nature,

Drawn from the life in garb and feature.

Done by a pencil free and able,

The box and dice are on the table;
The devil's finely reprefented,

In friar's dress the faint is painted.
With eyes uplifted-uprais'd hands,
Th' old woman fnatch'd from fatan's gap,

Close by her benefactor ftands

In patch'd up rags and dirty cap.

Epitaph to the memory of Capt. Thomas Male, who died on the Coaft of Guinea in 1771, a gallant Sea Officer, and an honest man. By Capt. E. THOMPSON.

Hether failor or not-for a moment avaft!

WH

Poor Tom's mizen topfail is laid to the mast,
He'll never turn out, or again heave the lead,
He his now all aback---nor will fails shoot a-head:
He always was brisk---and though now gone to wreck,
When he hears the laft whistle---he'll jump upon deck.

To the Right Rev. the Bishop of Litchfield and Coventry, Preceptor to the Prince of Wales and Bishop of Ofnaburg. SONNET by the Author of CARACTACUS.

(Accompanying that Poem.).

TILL let Hurd a fmile of candour lend my

STILL

To fcenes, that dar'd on Grecian pinions tow'r,
When," in low Thurcafton's fequefter'd bow'r,"
He prais'd the ftrain, because he lov'd the friend.
There golden leifure did his fteps attend,

Nor had the rare, yet well-weigh'd, call of power,
To thofe high cares decreed his watchful hour,
On which fair Albion's future hopes depend.
A fate unlook'd-for waits my friend and me;
He pays to duty what was learning's claim,
Refigning claffic eafe---for dignity;

I yield my mufe to fashion's praife, or blame:
Yet ftill our hearts in this great truth agree,

That peace alone is blifs !---and virtue, fame! Afton, Nov. 12, 1776.

W. MASON.

Epi

་

Epitaph to the memory of Mr. Charles Denis---author of a Volume of Fables, and many ingenious tranflations of Fontain---By Capt. E. THOMPSON, June 1772.

B

Eneath this ftone Charles Denis lies,

Laftingly merry, early wife:

'That none, excepting they were told,
Ever difcover'd he was old.

His fame a monument fhall be,
That ages hence, as well as we,
Shall join with pleasure in the ftrain,
And boast of England's fweet Fontaine..

Shall join with me---that one, we had

Both good and wife---'mongst numbers bad.

T

To LESBIA.

WHAT!

Imitated from ROSSEAU.

By Mr. C. DENIS.

HAT! turn'd of fifty, and endeavour
To gain a youth fo fweet, fo clever!
Think, Lefbia, of your white-brown hairs,
And how your beauty wants repairs.
Some ftout Hibernian ftrive t'engage,
may to fatisfaction prove,

He

But this

young bird's not for your cage, When turn'd of fifty, farewell love.

Would it not be much fitter, pray,
T'employ yourself at pray'rs or play?
You was, 'tis own'd, when in your prime,
The very Venus of your time.

graces, all

were yours,

Loves, fmiles, and
But they've been long upon the move,
'Tis who shall get first out of doors-
When turn'd of fifty, farewell love.

The

The wife of Proetus, thus we find,
Much of your age, like you inclin'd,
Once took it in her wanton head, ́
T'entice Bellerophon to bed;

But he, like Joseph, chaste and wise,
Refus'd the boon for which fhe ftrove,
And said, in short, without disguise,
When turn'd of fifty, farewell love.

Ye tender hearted ancient dames,
Subjected ftill to Cupid's flames,

old,

Would you vamp up
a face grown
Blaze it, inftead of paint, with gold,
That may fome needy spark attract,
Who'll fwear his paffion ne'er fhall rove,
But all in vain you'll find in fact,

:

When turn'd of fifty, farewell love.

书

H

An Impromptu. Walking by Moonlight.

AIL! filver moon-whofe chearful radiance warms

The lover's breast to seek his Chloe's arms : Who, by thy light each other's vows exchange,

And feal those vows-while pleas'd by thee they range.

E. T.

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