A Tranflation of one SCENE of Mr VOL. TAIRE's fine Tragedy of ZAIRE, which bad a Run of 36 Nights at Paris. Enter Lufignan: (led in, by twoGuards) toChatillon, Nereftan, and Zara.

Luf. W Here am I? what forgiving angel's voice Has call'd me, to re-vifit long loft day? Am I with chriftians?--I am weak--forgive me-And guide my trembling steps,---I'm full of years

Yet, Mifery has worn me, more than age; --Am Í, in truth, at liberty? (feating bimfelf.

Cha. You are:

And ev'ry chriftian's grief will end, with yours. Laf. O light!--- O! dearer, far, than light!

that voice!

Chatillon is it you?my fellow martyr?-And fhall our wretchednefs, indeed, have end?- -In what place are we, now?---my feeble eyes, Difus'd to daylight, long, in vain, to find you. Cba. This was the palace, which your Fathers built.

"Tis, now, the fon of Noradin's feraglio.
Zara. The maiter,of this place---the mighty
Ofman,

Diftinguishes, and loves to cherish, Virtue ;----
This generous Frenchman, yet, a ftranger,to you,
Drawn from his native foil, from peace, and reft,
Brought the vow'd ranioms,of ten chriftian flaves
Himiclf, contented, to remain, a Captive.——
But, Ofman, charm'd, by greatnefs, like his own,
To equal, what he lov'd, has given him, You.
Lu. So,gen'rous France infpires her focial fons!
They have been,ever dear,and useful, to me !---
Wou'd, I were nearer to him---Noble fir,

(Nereftan approaches. How have I merited, that you, for me, Shou'd pafs fuch diftant feas, to bring me bleffings,

And hazard your own fafety, for my fake?

Ner. Ny name, fir,is Nereftan---born in Syria, I wore the chains of flav'ry, from my birth; Till quitting the proud crefcent, for the court, Where Warlike Lewis reigns, beneath his eye, I learnt the trade of arms;---the rank, I hold, Was but the kind diftinction, which he gave me, To tempt my courage, to deferve Regard. Your fight,unhappy prince,wou'd charm his eye; That beft, and greateft, monarch, will behold, With grief, and joy, thofe venerable wounds, And print embraces, where your fetters bound you; All Paris will revere the crofs's martyr; Paris, the refuge, ftill, of ruin'd kings!

Luf. Alas! in times, long paft, I've seen its glory;

When Philip, the victorious liv'd-I fought,
Abreaft, with Montmorency, and Melun;
D'Eftaing--DeNegle---and the far-fam'dCourcy:
Names, which were then the praife, and dread,
of war!

But, what have I to do, at Paris now?
I stand upon the brink, of the cold grave ;-

That way, my journey lies,---to find, I hope, The KING of kings; and move remembrance,

there,

Of all

You gen'rous witnefles, of my last hour,
my woes, long fuffer'd, for his fake.----
While I yet live, affift my humble prayers;
And join, the refignation of my foul..
Neretan! Chatillon! and you, fair mourner!
Whofe tears do honour to an old man's forrows,
Pity a father,---the unhappiest, fure!
That ever felt the hand of angry heav'n!
My eyes, tho' dying, ftill can furnish tears:
Half my long life,they flow'd,and still will flow ?
A daughter, and 3 fons, my heart's proud hopes,"
Were all torn from me, in their tend'reft Years;
My friend, Chatillon, knows,and can remember--
Cha. Wou'd I were able to forget your woes:
Luf. Thou a pris'ner, with me, in Cæfarea,
And, there, beheld'st my wife,and two dear fons,
Perifh, in flames---they did not need the grave
Their foes wou'd have denied them!--I behelditz
Husband! and father! helpless, I beheld it !
Denied the mournful privilege, to die !----
If ye are faints, in heav'n, as, fure! ye are,
Look, with an eye of pity, on that brother,
That fifter, whom you left---if I have, yet,
Or fon, or daughter---for, in early chains,
Far from their loft, and unaffifting, father,
I heard, that they were fent, with numbers more,
To this Seraglio, hence to be difpers'd,
In nameless remnants,o'er the eaft, and spread
Our chriftian miferies, round a faithlefs world.

Cha.'Twas true--for,in the horror of that day,
I fnatch'd your infant daughter, from her cradle;--
But, finding ev'ry hope of flight was vain,
Scarce had I sprinkled, from a public fountain,
Thofe facred drops, which wash the foul from fin,
When, from my bleeding arms, fierce Saracens
Forc'd the loft innocent; who, fmiling, lay,
And pointed, playful,at the fwarthy spoilers!----
With her your youngest, then, your only fon,
Whofe little life had reach'd the fourth, fad, year,
And, juft,given fenfe,to feel his own misfortunes,
Was order'd, to this city.-

Ner. I, too, hither,

Juft, at that fatal age, from loft Cæfarea, Came, in that crowd of undiftinguish'd chriftians.

Luf. You ?---came you thence? Alas! who knows, but you

Might, heretofore, have feen my two poor children?

Ha!--madam!--that small ornament, you wear, (Looking up.

Its form, a stranger, to this country's fashions, How long has it been yours?

Zara. From my first breath, firAh !---what !---you seem surpriz'd! why should this move you?

Luf. Wou'd you confide it, to my trembling

hands?

Zara.To what new wonder,amI now referv'd? Oh, fir ! what mean you?

W.

W

Hile I and you were cordial friends.
Alike our intereft and our ends,
I thought my character and place
Secure, and dreaded no difgrace.
No ftatesman, fure, was more careft,
Or more in his good fortune bleft.

P. While I, your other self, was deem'd,
And worthy fuch renown efteem'd;
F'er great NEWCASTLE won your heart,
And in your council sook fuch part,
I was the happiest man in life,
And but with tories had no ftrife.

W. NEWCASTLE, noble and polite,
Whom GEORGE approves, is my delight,
His loyal merit is his claim,

For him I'd hazard life and fame.

P. Me St John now, whom every muse
And every grace adorns, fubdues;
Attach'd to him, I've learnt to hate
Your perfon, politicks, and state.
W. What if our former friendship shou'd
Return, and you have what you wou'd?
If, for your fake, the noble duke
Shou'd be discarded, and forfook?

P. Tho' St John now my fury warms,
And all his measures, have fuch charms;
Tho' he is tond, indiff'rent you,
Our ancient league I'd yet renew,
For you I'd fpeech it in the house,
For you write Craftsmen and carouse;
For you with all my foul I'd vote,
For you make friend, impeach, and plot,
For you, I'd die; what wou'd Inot?

า

Some rais'd aloft come tumbling down amain; And fall so hard, they bound, and rife again.

To a gentleman, who had bound up fome of SWIFT's and POPE's Poems, with one of F's Plays.

AY wretch, what enmity, what rage
You'd thus provoke thee to profane
The pure inimitable page

Of POPE, and our unrivall'd DEAN?
Not PHALARIS; with tyrant heart,
Cou'd half thy favage glory claim:
Be, only rack'd the mortal part,

But thou attempt'ft to murder fame.
Thy F's labours thus to fave.
Extreamly elegant, and nice is;
Like wile Egyptians, from the grave
Preferving carcaffes with spices.

In this position, be affur'd,

He's more confpicuoufly undone ; For MERCURY's but more obfcur'd, By being plac'd too near the SUN.

The FAREWELL A dieu, foolish wanton, to all thy loofe charms, Adieu to the pleasures, I found in thy arms: I fcorn fuch mean conquefts as others can win, And defpife fairest Lodgings where all may crowd On these mufical ftrings no more will I play (in: To which each pretender has a counterfeit key.

Whilft abfolute monarch Į reign'd o'er your NoCajus in Caja was ever more blefs'd: (breaft, But fince you've debauch'd your allegiance by ftealth,

And chang'd love's dominion for luft's commonwealth,

I'll quit that frail empire, which once I held dear, And let puny states your grofs Netherlands fhare.

The Condition of Womankind, How hard is the fate of poor womankind,

Forever fubjected, and always confin'd; Our parents controll us untill we are wives, Our Husband's enflave us the rest of our lives.

Tho' fondly we love, yet we dare not reveals But fecretly languifh, compell'd to conceal ; Deny'd every freedom of life to enjoy, (coy. We are sham'd if we're kind, and blam'd if we're

To a Lady on reading Sherlock upon Death
Iftaken fair, lay SHERLOCK by,
His doctrine is deceiving;
For whilft he teaches us to die,

Με

He cheats us of our living.
To die's a leffon we fhall know

Then let us only study now
Too foon, without a master,

To live's to love: To blefs, be blafs'd
How we may live the fafter.

Share then my ardour in your breaft,
With mutual inclination :

And kindly meet my paffion.
But if thus blefs'd I may not live,
And pity you deny,

To me at least your SHERLOCK give,

'Tis I muft learn to die.

To the Author of the Effays on Man, on kia being Anonymous.

YE churchman, laymen, scholars, wits, draw

near;

*

All who have fenfe, or want it, study here.
Say, has no generous eye the writer found?
No penfion rais'd him, and no laurels crown'd?
So, where the fev'nfold inundation brings
Myfterial plenty, and autumnal springs,
To fome bold ox the ftupid Memphian bends.
Nor traces Nile, tho' Nile from Heav'n defcends.

*Egypt.

Further Extract of the Porn addreffed to Ld BALTIMORE. (See our last, p. 210. Such, gracious fir, your province now appears, How chang'd by industry, and rolling years, From what it was!

1632.

When, for the faith your ancestors had fhown,
To ferve two monarchs on the English throne;
Cecilius, from the royal Martyr's hand,
Receiv'd the charter of this fpacious land.
Incult, and wild, its mazy forefts lay,
Where deadly ferpents rang'd,and beafts of prey:
The Natives jealous, cruel, crafty, rude,
In daily wars declar'd their thirst for blood.

Oh, if the Mujes would my breast inflame,
With fpirit equal to the glorious theme!
My verfe fhould fhew to the fucceeding age,
(Would time permit my verfe to 'fcape its rage;;
What toils your great Progenitors sustain'd,
To plant and cultivate the dreary ftrand.

What virtue in Cecilius' bofom glow'd!
Who with unfparing hand his wealth beftow'd,
Exhaufting treafures from his large eftate,
His infant-colony to cultivate;
To humanize a barb'rous, favage race,
And for induftrious men provide a dwelling-place.
Matureft wisdom did his At inspire,
Which ages must with gratitude admire;
By which, the planters of his land were freed
From feuds, that made their parent-country bleed;
Religious feuds, which, in an evil hour,
Were fent from hell, poor mortals to devour!.
Oh, be that rage eternally abhorr'd!
Which prompts the worshippers of one mildLerd,
For whole faluation one Redeemer dy'd,
By war their Orthodoxy to decide:
Falfely religious, human blood to fpill,
And for God's fake, their fellow-creatures kill!
Horrid pretence

Long had this impious zeal with boundlefs
Sway,

Moft dreadful,urg'd o'er half the earth its way, (
Tyrannic, on the fouls of men to prey:
"Till great Cecilius, glorious hero! broke
Her bonds, and caft away her curfed yoke.

What praife,oh patriot,fhall be paid to thee
Within thy province confcience first was free!
And gain'din Maryland its native liberty.

To live beneath the bleifings of her fmile, Numbers of Albion's fons forfook their Isle ; . Ld Cecilius was at the Charge of fending Ships, with People, and Provifions, to feat and cultivate Maryland; chich Charge amounted to 40,000l. the Intereft of which Money He never receiv'd, by any Profits he bad from thence. See Ld Baltimore's Cafe, deliver'd to the Parliament of England, in 1715. By an A&t in 1640, allowing Eiberty of Confcience to All, who profefs their Belief in JESUS CHRIST. By the faid A&t, a Fine was impofed on fuch as hould call their Fellow-Planters any of those Party-Names by which the Factions of Riligion then in England were unhappily dif tinguif'd,

*

In fhips prepar'd by Baltimore's command,
They came to cultivate his fubject land:
And all, who could not for themfelves provide,
Were by his kind paternal care fupply'd. [dwell,

That men of diff'rent Faiths in peace might And all unite t'improve their public weal; *Opprobrious names, by which blind guides engage Their blinded Profelytes, in deadliest rage; Sunk in Oblivion, by the wife Decree Of Calvert, left his land from faction free. But whither flies the mufe? ---- incurring blame, [Theme, While thus the wanders, devious from her Above her Flight afcends Cecilius' Fame!

Him Charles fucceeded; the couragious fon Advanc'd the work his parent had begun ; To cheer the planters by his gracious fmile, And by his prefence animate their toil; Fir'd with the bold adventure, fcorning ease, He left the pompous court, and pafs'd the Seas: His frequent vifits eas'd his tenants care, When they were wounded deep with grief fevere: To drive away the planters from their lands, Th' outrageous Natives came in hostile bands; Revengeful, cruel, reftlefs, they perfu'd Their enemies, and, ruthlefs, fhed their blood: Returning from his daily toil, at night, The husband often faw with wild affright, His darling wife, and infants, robb'd of breath, Deform'd, and mangled by difhoneft death.

The wife Proprietor his cares addreft,
To ftop thofe ills, and heav'n his labours bleft
Difarming of their rage the favage race;
Extending o'er the land the thield of peace.
The planters, of their Foes no more afraid,
In plenty liv'd, perfuing gainful trade;
And to their parent-land large tribute paid. S

But to their Lord, for thofe incefant cares,
In which, the fire, and fon employ'd their years;
For fo much treature spent---what gains accrue ?
Small their amount! ----perhaps in diftant view,
He faw th' advancing province would afford
An ample income, to fome future Lord :
But e'er his progeny receiv'd that gain,
A round of years had roll'd their courfe in vain.
At length, to you, great fir, has fortune paid
The int'reft of the debt, fo long delay'd;
And ev'ry future year that runs his race,
Shall to your revenue add large increase:
If you infpirit our decaying trade.
If you, my Lord, afford your gen'rous aid,

We are informed that the Hibernian Pertels bas been long indifpofed, which probably may have retarded the Publication of her Poems, ard therefore we defer inferting M. D.'s fatirical Lines on that Subfcription,till we bear farther. The Verfes on the Subject propofed for a Prize in our laft Magazine came too late to be inserted, except fame, the Writers whereof will on dur Confideration, find not proper for us to pulliji, Mr H. C. Pray excufe us for the fame Reafon. Sir, It with us as you hope, and we hope will be almejo

Saturday, 6.

A Fire broke out at Aylesbury, which in lefs than 2 Hours, confumed above 30 Houses, together with Barns, Stables, and a valt Quantity of Corn and Hay. Bonday, 7.

Alexander Hume, Earl of Marchmont, one of the 16 Peers of North Britain, refigned his Place of Ld Regifter of Scotland. Some Fishermen on the Flats of Sandwich, feeing a young Grampus with his Tail above Water, they lugg d it into the

Boat; on which it made a hideous Roaring, which the old one hearing, came to his Affitance, following the Boat, blowing

up the Water higher than a Houfe, wetting the Men very much, and pursuing fo eagerly, that, for want of Water, the fell on her Side, and then the Boatmen took her alfo, being open'd, they found in her about a Bufhel of fmall Fifh, viz. Eels, Mullets, Mackarel, &c. Some of two Pounds weight. The old one near as big as a Whale, weighed about 700 lb. Weight, was almost 11 Feet long, had a Teat near her Tail, and about a Quart of Milk in her; the young one had no Fish in her Belly, weigh'd about 200 lb. and was 7 Feet long.