Wou'd giants were, in these our days,

As in old times, as plenty!

I wou'd, e'faith, to gain your praise,
Bring in the heads of twenty.
Enchanted caftles I'd o'erthrow,
Slay knights in ev'ry fashion,
If thus I cou'd but make you know
How mighty is my paffion.
Nations fubdue I cou'd with cafe,
Or giants flay to move ye,
Sooner than venture to displease,
By saying that I love ye.

Since then I tremble at your fight,
Be gen'rous in your dealing;
Give me a meeting in the night,
I'll speak in terms moft feeling.

*Katharine Hill. A Poem.

SHALL no fublimer muse thy mountain

grace,

O Kathrine, thou delight of Wickham's race?
Shall no young bard once try to speak thy praise,
And fing of thee, on which fo oft he plays?
Juftly does this low Verfe to thee belong,
Pleasure the theme, variety the song.
What tho' no fame attend the fhort-liv'd lay?
'Tis all a grateful feeble mufe can pay.
O! could with thee my rival Fancy vie,
As fweet, as awful, as fecure, as high!
Could I, like thee, fo regularly climb,
Pleasant, tho' fteep, and sportful, tho' fublime;
Then Cooper's hill to thee fhould yield in fame,
Nor my mufe fhrink at Denbam's awful name;
Whofe lofty fong cxcels my lowly strains,
As thy tall head tow'rs o'er the neighb'ring
plains.

When to thy pleasures joyful I repair,
To draw in health, and breathe a purer air,
What various profpects my glad eyes invite!
What various objects crowd upon the fight!
Here the gay youth thro' all thy beauties strays,
Treads thy delightful walks, and winds thy
wond'rous maze;

Where the wild path one little plain commands,

And a small spot contains a length of lands,
See! how they labour in the folded race,
And measure all the comprehenfive space;
Thro' all the regular confufion run,

And feem to end, where they the course be

gun:

Here, deep and wide, down finks a trench pro

mound

Swells formidable; and begirts thy crown
With dreadful pomp, and terrors not thine own.
In thee extremes fo wonderful unite,

That every view gives horror and delight:
There, the propitious fmiles of peace appear;
War, and the footfleps of deftruction, here,
So far thy head o'erlooks the fpacious plain,
The city's crowd, the traffick of the main,
Fields, woods, and countries, that we feem
to fee

All the vaft world's epitome in thee.

So on Achilles' target's various round, "Nature in miniature the furface crown'd; The fculptur d labours of the god exprefs Plains, thepherds, flocks, joy, fadness, war, and peace;

Earth, fea, and heav'n, the heroe's fhoulders wield,

And bear the mimick world upon his shield.

Deep in the vale along the mountain's fide, The peaceful Itchin's gentle waters glide; Thrice happy ftream, which visits Hampton tow`rs,

And makes the main's tranflated traffick ours.
Exhaufting all his wealth, the grateful flood
Pours all his waters for his country's good;
His waves, around, prolifick moisture bring,
Brood on the ground, and hatch eternal spring:
He, bounteous as the Nile, his bleffings fends ;
But thofe no monster, as the Nile, attends:
His genial ftream the gifts of heav'n fupplies;
For us his waters fall, for us they rife.

O may 1, facred flood, thy motions know!
Teach me, like thee, to ebb, like thee, to
How!

Then might I fafe perfue the noble theme,
Nor bafely mud thy unpolluted ftream.

But fee! her head unhappy Winton rears, Torn with war's havock, and the length of years!

Yet once, O! Katb'rine, did thy city spread
Round thee her walls, and round the world
her dread.

But now war's tempeft has eras'd her fame ;
Perhaps from thee the fatal tempeft came.
Then too her facred rites fhe faw profan d,
When Charles was exil'd, and the tyrant
reign'd;

Her plunder'd fhrines the common fate partake,
And fall for Charles's and religion's fake.
In ruin then had Wickham's house been spread,
(Fate hover'd o'er her undeferving head.)
But her falfe fon, relenting, fav'd her wall,
When Winton's ftately tow'rs were doom'd
to fall;

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He that fo many paths had broke before,
F.r one oath's fake, this horrid crime forbore.
Yet this, O Winton, did thy woes encrease,
That war and plunder wore religion's face:
By this the tyrant added to thy woe,
He feem'd to fhield thee, when he gave the
blow.
[born,
Thus while the show'r, on wings fonorous
Burts wirh destruction on the falling corn,
Oft thro' the clouds fhines forth fome feeble ray,
And to the ruin gives a glimpse of day;
Their blefling and their curfe the heav'ns em-
ploy,

Low'ring and bright, they smile and they defrey.

See there afcends the hapless, orphan dome, Old in her youth, and with ring in her bloom. At grateful Charles's will th's bleffing rofe, To balance all a plunder'd city's woes.

But ah! when moft the thought her hopes fe

cure,

Charles fell, nor left her infant walls mature.
That cloud did all our dawn of day difpel:
In him that pile, in him this city fell.
Much for her living fov'reign's love the bore,
But by her fov'reign's death the futter'd more.
Oh! how might Winton in her glory pride,
If Charles had never liv'd, or never dy'd!

Oh! may that pile enjoy a better fate! And what great Charles begun, may George compleat!

May George on her his wonted bounty pour! Her plunder'd marble may his hands reftore! Then fhall this city's wealth once more encreate, [bale:

And her tow'rs, Katb`rine, touch thy mighty Thy various pleatures gen'ral praife shall gain, Some bard fhall grace thee with a nobler ftrain; Windfor and Cooper's-bill fhall then agree, Both pleas'd to yield to Winchester and thee.

On the Buftoes erected by her Majefty in the Hermitage at Richmond. HIGH on the lift of fame while Newton

ftands,

Whofe spreading beams enlighten foreign lands;
Whofe piercing genius cou'd alone explore
Nature's deep fecrets, unreveal'd before;
And, on advent'rous wing transported, trace
The ftarry wonders of th ethereal ipace:
While Locke with native force of reafon charms:
And Woolation by itrokes of nature warms:

While piety and learning both conspire
In Clarke, to fan religion's facred fire;
Whofe milder rules, to fouls by paffion driv❜n,
Still kindly point the certain road to heav'n:
So long, illuftrious queen! fhalt thou receive
The choiceft honours that the muse can give.

On the Death of the late ingenious
Mr. Charles Snell.

WRITING's first ornament! a fad adieu!
Tho' fill I hope (and often hopes are true)
Thence hope I will, difdaining changes past,
To meet this fair accomptant in his laft..
Thy focial virtues were lo fairly known,
That mirth and humour were allow'd thy own:
And sterling honefty without allay

Bleft like meridian funs thy every day.
Courted and lov'd, what more could man defire?
The feaft replete, 'twas decent to retire.
But, ah! retir'd thy weeping friends deplore---
Tho'morc enjoy d,they ftill had with 'dfor more.
Fond of himself, mankind's fo much a flavo,
The prefent ftifles all beyond the grave.
Thence our falfe wishes fraily oft prefer
To future joys our poor enjoyments here.

To the Rev. Dr. Swift, Dean of St. Pa
trick's, fending him a Prejent of a
Paper-Book, finely Bound, on his
Birth-Day. By the Earl of O--y.

fend;

TO thee, dear Swift, thefe fpotless leaves I

Small is the prefent, but fincere the friend: Think not fo poor a book below thy care: Who knows the price that thou canst make it Tho' tawdry now, & like Tyrilla's face, [bear? The fpacious front fhines out with borrow'd

grace;

Tho' patt-beards glitt'ring, like a tinsel'd coat,
A Rafa Tabula within denote;

Yet, if a venal and corrupted age,
And modern vices fhould provoke thy rage;
If, warn'd once more by their impending fate,
A finking country, and an injur'd state,
Thy great affiftance fhould again demand,
And call forth Reafon to defend the land;
Then fall we view thefe fheets, with glad fuṛ-
prize,

Infpir'd with thought, and freaking to our eyes:
Each vacant space shall then, enrich'd, difpenfe
True force of eloquence, and nervous fenfe;

Inforp

Inform the judgment, animate the heart,
And facred rules of policy impart :
The spangled cov'ring, bright with fplendid ore,
Shall cheat the fight with empty fhew no more;
But lead us inward to thofe golden mines,
Where all thy foul in native luftre fhines.

So when the eye furveys fome lovely fair, With bloom of beauty grac'd, with shape and air; How is the rapture heighten'd, when we find Her form excell'd by her celeftial mind!

On the Queen's Grotto. (See p. 36.)

THIS indigefted pile appears

The relict of a thousand years; As if the rock in favage dance, Amphion bither brought by chance; Which crowding round the tuneful tongue, In regular confufion bung, Fix'd by attention while be fung. See! fragments on rough fragments burl'd! Like atoms jeftled to a world. Their fall you dread, approaching nigh, Yet they, for ages, forms defy: With that fuperior skill conjoin'd, As cheats the fense, but charms the mind. With inward graces more polite, The vaulted dome attracts the fight. Where, as in difputation, ftand Four worthies from the sculptor's band; Who with uncaried ftreteb of thought, The ricbeft ftores of knowledge fought; Trac'd nature to her dark recess, Then fhew'd her in the lovelieft drefs. The chiffel bas fuch justice done, They reafon, and confute, in flone. Thus curious medals often grace The infide of a fhagreen cafe: Thus fiction fiern Minerva dreft With Gorgon's bead, and martial creft; While underneath the threatning arms, Of wisdom the conceals the charms. Hitber the Mules incenfe bring. Now, Stephen, touch the founding firing: To praise this fabriek be thy part, In trains as innocent of Art: Pure native wit will copy beft, A rural beauty, when undreft

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While Carolina cond:fcends to raise This lafting monument to learning's praife, With grateful bomage let the tuneful nine, To celebrate ber gifts, in concert join; This grotto, then, o'er pyramids all rife, And lift ber matchless glories to the skies, Beyond bere Newton view'd with Galileo's

eyes.

Who never should have dar'd to reach the throne,
But as the feat of grace and mercy known.
Permit ber then to fing thy bappy choice,
That gives the mufick to the poet's voice.
Among thofe curious travels, which appear
Under the borrow'd name of Gulliver,
Oft with a fecret pleasure have I read,
Where (like neas by the Sibyl led,)
He faw before bim pass the mighty dead;
His eye could there command whatever name
Hiftorians works deliver down to fame:
Full in bis view came Philip's warlike fon
And Cæfar, who in arms fo much bad won:
But above all the trophies of the grave,
Where noble deeds a fweet remembrance gave,
The author wrapt in pleasure feems to fand
Wholly attentive to one chofen band:
There was Epaminondas, Theban born,
With the two famous Bruti, who adorn
Rome's worthief annals, not forgetting thee,
Cato, fern advocate of liberty!

Wife Socrates, whom Græcians fill adore,
And last not leaft in worth Sir Thomas More.

This great Sextumvirate fo charm'd his fight, That bis praife feems to flow from bis delight : When baving fully trac'd each rond'rous man, Show, world, fays be, a feventb, if you can,

But bad this author, my most gracious queen, Thy perfect copy of Elyfium feen; Ob! bad be been fo blest to see and know The mighty dead thy bermitage can fhow ; By truth convicted, be bad fiopt bis pen, Thofe might be beroes, these were more than men. Or else in justice be the page bad tore, And the great fix bad yielded to the four.

Hor. Book III. Ode 15.

FOR fhame leave of thy amorous trade,

your

Nor firive to prove a fecond maid; Not patch, nor paint, nor all your arts Can captivate the youngflers bearts; Then why d'ye figh, or wish it dark, Frequent the play-house and the park; Or with wither'd cheeks appear Amongst fo many moons a flar? When Chloris, after all you'll be An old coquet of three-fcore three Phillis indeed may take the air, Or to St. James's fhades repair; In ber the blooming graces Jhine, And every blush appears divine; Venus berfelf attends unfeen, Whene'er fhe trips it o'er the green; Such sports to youthful nymphs belong, And all the junior choir become; But ab! old mother, fie on thee, Thou wither'd wretch of fixty-three! To Phillis all these sports refign, The mall, the park, the blushing wine: Take warning now, and aim no bigber; Go feek a rug and court the fire, And caft afide the amorous lyre.

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folved,

FRIDAY, Jan. 5. Ta general Meeting of the Tobacconists of London at the Rummer Tavern in Queen-street, it was unanimously re

To act in Concert with the Committee appointed by the Citizens, Merchants, and Traders of London, and by all juft and lawful Means oppofe any new Excife, or Extenfion of the Excife Laws, under whatever Name or Pretence it may be attempted. And a Committee was appointed for that Purpose.

Letters from Norwich advised, that the Traders in Tobacco, of that City, had wrote circular Letters to their Members, and alfo to those of the County, and the feveral Boroughs therein, carneftly requefting them to oppose the turning the Duty on Tobacco, &. into an Excife.

SATURDAY, 6.

A Meffenger arriv'd at Whitehall, from Mr. Keene, the British Minifter at the Court of Spain, with Advice, that his Catbolick Majefty had con

defcended to enlarge the Term for the Commiffaries appointed to adjust the Differences between the two Nations, with refpect to the Depreda tions of the Spaniards upon the Ships and Effects of the British Merchants, for three Years longer.

THURSDAY, II.

Came on the Sale of the South-Sea Company's Ship the Industry, at their House in Threadneedle-freet, which was put up at 1000l. and was fold at 1050l. At the fame Time the Hulk of their Ship the Royal George was put up at 4001. and fold for 465 1.

At a Meeting of a great Number of Hamburgh and Holland Merchants, and Linnen- Drapers of this City, it was unanimously refolved, as far as lies in their Power, to use the most dutiful and lawful Means they can, by themselves and Friends, ftrenuoufly to oppose any new Excife, or any Extenfion of the Excife Laws, under any Denomination whatsoever; and a Committee was appointed for that Purpose.

William Wright, a Youth of about

18 or 19 Years of Age, having been barbaroufly murdered at or near Faldingworth-Gate, about two Miles from Market Raifin in the County of Lincoln, his Majefty, for the better difcovering and bringing to Juftice the Perfons concern'd in the faid Murder, has been pleafed to promife his most gracious Pardon to any one of the Criminals who fhall difcover his Ac

complice or Accomplices, fo as they or any of them be apprehended or convicted thereof; and as a farther Encouragement to fuch Discovery, William Thompson of Great Marlborough-street, has promifs'd to whoever shall make fuch a Discovery, the Sum of 401. for each Perfon so convicted, to be paid upon fuch Conviction.

MONDAY, 15.

The Seffions ended at the Old Bailey, when the fix following Per fons receiv'd Sentence of Death, viz. Thomas Banks, for breaking open the Houfe of Thomas Kemp, and ftealing thence feveral Goods; Samuel Thomas for the Murder of his Wife; Alexander Emerton, alias Mears, alias Cromwit, for robing Mr. Holder, a Victualler, of several Goods in a Deal Box, Value zol. John Akers, John Welton, and William Booth, for robbing Mr. Harvey, Gentleman to Col. Schutz, in Albemarle-street, of one Guinea, and fome Silver.

Thirty were caft for Transportation, and two burnt in the Hand, viz. John Bennet, for Manslaughter in killing his Apprentice, and John Turner, formerly convicted, for stealing Lead in Gray's-Inn.

From about this Time to the End of the Month a Disorder (faid to be a Cold) was fo exceeding rife, that fcarce a Family, nay fcarce a Person efcap'd it; it prov'd very fatal to People in Years, efpecially fuch as were affected with Asthmatick Diforders; which is thought to have occafion'd the vaft Increase of the

Weekly Bills at this Time, as may be feen by the Abstract in this Month, more dying in the laft Week, by 600, than in any one Week fince the great Plague. A Perfon who had been afflicted with this Disorder, and recover'd, thereupon compos'd the following Poem.