His Elegy, the laft that TICKEL fung,

And POPE no more provokes the tuneful Throng.

But careless seems of further Praife, while GAY
Sooths the dull Town with Sing-fang Opera;
Of wretched Tafte, the woeful Evidence,
Of dearth of Wit, and mighty loss of Sense.
O might fome Portion of that heav'nly Flame
Descend, to rouze the lumbring World again,
To fet the Mind upon her ancient Heights,
And bid the Mufe to tour fublime her Flights,
To fill the Soul with Sentiments refin'd,
And banish tuneful Nonfenfe from Mankind.

Το

To Mr. G-m;

On his Defign of furnishing the Town of Sd with the Publick News

Papers.

H

AD I the Fire of ancient Sibils,

And ev'ry Mufe 'twixt Pope's and

[Tibbald's,

Then launch'd into prophetic Phrafe,

In gliding Verse and flowing Lays,

I fhould be qualified to Show,

What wond'rous change this Town shall know, By your Design, dear Colonel!

What Ignorance it fhall expel :

How Wit fhall kindle up it's Taper,

In ev'ry Head from ev'ry Paper,

PART II.

And Politicks be canvas'd o'er,

Where Politicks were ne'er before.

AND, Pow'rs immortal! can it be,

That this great Theme fhould fall to me?
To celebrate in tuneful Rhyme,

Thy Acts, and wake thy Fame, O Gm!
Thy Fame once up, it ne'er fhall fink,
While thou haft Wine, or 1 have Ink.

THO' Thanks abundance, thou wilt give,
Sure thou more juftly may'ft receive;
For as my Numbers I pursue,

Methinks I kindle at the View;

Rapt into future Times, I fee

The Gain of us (thy Guests) and thee;
But great is ours, compar'd with thine,
The little Profit of thy Wine,

Our Gain is of a nobler kind,

More rational, and more refin'd;

We come to view, and learn to know,

How the World goes, and how 'twill go;
Nor did that mighty Chief, whose Glory,

So brightly blazes in old Story,

So

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So many Realms and Manners fee,
In all his famous Tour, as we;

We, who need rarely stir abroad,

Beyond the Hills to view the Road,
Affifted by thy News, can ftretch

Our Sight beyond the Glaffes reach,
And without trav'ling, can extend,
Our Views to Earth's remotest End.
O'er diff'rent Climes each Reader ranges,
The Poles, the Indies, and the Ganges;

And fees the Courts of all the Nations,

Their Strength, their Genius, and their Fashions;

The Riches, Policy, and Trafick,

Of Europe, Afia, and of Afric.

Great Sphere of Learning, boundless Knowledge,

Beyond the Reach of School or College;
By which we're taught to raise, at once,

Our Thoughts from Coal-Pits, up to Thrones,
And lift our Minds from Talk with Mafters,

Or vulgar Keelmen and their Cafter's

To high Difputes of Peace and Wars,

'Mongst Powers, and Kings, and Emperors;

Th' Additions, Explanations, Flaws,

Amends of Bills, and A&s, and Laws.

SEE from what Pens, our News approaches, And diff'rent Hands give diff'rent Touches; With various Stile and Elegance,

Each Author propagates his Sense;

One fhows his Wit in Admirations,
Or quotes, and then makes Applications,
Or fhoots against prime Ministers,
In fmall Italick Characters;

Another, to it roundly falls,
In certain Words, all Capitals ;

Thus Fowlers o'er their Prey prevail,

And kill with Bullets, or with Hail.

But of all Monsters that ftare at us,

That Chafm, which Scholars name Hiatus,

Does most our lab'ring Wits confound;

All Penetration, there is drown'd;

So puzled Hobbs, did once enquire

Into the Peak of Derbyshire,

But could not for his Blood and Soul,

Find out the Depth of Elden-Hole.

But