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Majefty, the punishment of which crime is beyond our power to describe.

5th. He totally divefts himself of the image of God and Chrift, and puts on the refemblance of the devil, who was a murderer from the beginning; but appears, in this refpect, more horribly criminal than Satan, because he murders himself.

6th. He turns his back on the whole fyftem of Chriftianity, and from a difciple of Chrift, becomes a revolted traitor, like Judas Iscariot.

7th. He doth himfelf an irreparable injury, and the most horrid mischief that can be conceived; for, by putting an end to his life, he cuts off his time of repentance and grace, after which there is no falvation.

8th. With his wretched life he deftroys his character, and leaves a deplorable legacy of affliction and trouble to his unhappy relations.

9th. He has not the leaft warrantable plea to urge for his horrid crime. He does not find that exemption from pain and remorse, which he feeks; but on the contrary, plunges himself into the deep abyfs of grief, horror, and despair; and confequently is moft wretchedly blinded and deceived by Satan, and his own unaccountable frenzy.

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To the Editor of the COUNTY MAGAZINE.
SIR,
Poole, Aug. 10.

Y inferting the following Enigmatical Lift of Young Ladies refident in Poole, in your next County Magazine, you will much oblige your conftant reader, JUVENIS.

1. Three-fifths of the world, and threefifths of poifon, changing a letter.

2. Two-fifths of a useful beaft, half of a token, and two-fifths of to build.

3. Half of an arch look, a vowel, and the initial of a kingdom.

4. Two-fifths of a report, one-fourth of a noble beaft, and a vowel.

5. One-fourth of an infect, one-fifth of the god of marriage, half of an hint, and one-fixth of the woman who obtained power to change her fex..

6. Two-fifths of the god of laughter, a confonant, half of a boundary, and twofifths of a flave.

7. One-fifth of a flame, half of a bird, one-feventh of the fon of Agamemnon, one-fourth of a monarch, and one-third of the ocean.

8. Half of a fifh, and three-fifths of to deferve.

9.

Two-fourths of a month, onefeventh of the fifter of Mars, and threefifths of a fruit.

10. Half of an infant, one-tenth of the fon of Ulyffes, two-thirds of a foreign plant, and one-sixth of a fox.

11. Two-eighths of might, two-fevenths of the first king of Rome, one-fourth of intelligence, and the initial of a famous river of India.

12 Two-fixths of the fon of Erebus, the fifth letter of the alphabet, two-fixths of a convoy, the fecond vowel, and a human being.

13. Three-fevenths of mirth, half of a fea-port in Dorfetfhire, one-fourth of a manor, and one third of a fruit.

14. One of the twelve Apoftles, and. one of the mafculine gender.

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Hence, ftudious Legg! thy worth, thy candor
fprings,

Their magic forms to terrify unfold.
Oh give not up t'enquiry too profound,
Tho' marv'lous all above, below, around;
Conception here can do but little good,
For God is here not to be understood,
But know one trurh-th' all-ruling deity
Is equal and fupreme in all we fee.
If we adore him, we can do no more,
His fecrets let us ftrive not to explore.

dows, heirs, executors, legatees, and pur-While heav'nly notions warm th' enraptur'd breaft, f. Hence fears and horrors of peculiar mould, chafers, of which numbers of melan-And ev'ry earth-born passion finks to reßt. choly inftances may be produced in this county, and in Hampshire, and what adds to the injury, it is not perhaps difcovered until paft remedy (viz.) after the party's death, and then often by a law fuit, arifing folely from fuch perfon's blunders, and their undertaking through igno rance and prefumption, what they are utterly incapable of performing; fcarce a line of good fenfe and grammar appearing in their wills and conveyances, and but few words fpelt right.

It is fit therefore the unwary public fhould be cautioned against the rifks they run by employing fuch bold conveyancers, and fhewn they would act wifely in applying to the regular-bred man in every profeffion, as the true way to have their bufinefs well executed; and though perhaps it may coft two or three fhillings in a pound more, yet the différence is the beft money that can be expended, as it infures fafety. A place for this juft obfervation in your ufeful Magazine, will oblige, Sir, your conftant reader, and a well-wifher to the public weal.

PHILANTHROPOS.

To Mr. J. LEGG, near Market-Lavington, Wilts, in Confequence of reading his Critical Remarks on a Poem lately publifhed in Devizes.

Nor doft thou envy once the pomp of kings.
Hence as a Critic-what you can't commend,
You point out kindly and display the friend;
Few are thofe works indeed that none can mend;
But when you find that approbation's due,
You freely praise and imitate but few.

Some Critics cenfure by no other rule,
Than that receiv'd in foul ill-nature's school;
By empty dunces, things not understood
Are d-mn'd at once-the work may yet be good!
Envy's the chief!-curs'd apathy of mind,
Showing a foul moft narrow and confin'd,
That can rejoice in no one's prosp’rous fare,
In which itself has lit'rally no share;
Well has the much applauded * Phrygian fage,
Diftinguish'd envy in the fabled page.

Averfe to this, long may'st thou live to know,
The comforts that from confcious virtue flow;
Then wilt thou never, happy in thine own,
Envy the verdure on another's laurel grown.
But fay, Oh Legg! what hurts thy gen'rous mind,
That can no pleasure, no enjoyment find?
Thy groves with health-thy board with plenty
blefs'd;

Why then with fighs inceffant heaves thy breast?
Gladly the Mufe would give thy bosom ease,

Nor think that aught her own could better please!

We all fome fav'rite pleasure wish t'attain,
But pleasure in excess produces pain.
pub-With moderation let us then enjoy

YES, Legg! to thee the lay I'll gladly raise,
For in thy manners much I find to praife;
Nor fhalt thou find the flightest reason here,
To think the Mufe would once be infincere.

Much pleasure springs from candor's upright laws,
Takethen, Oh Legg!-thy due-my juft applaufe;
Such that flows from a heart devoid of harm,
A heart with philanthropy ever warm.

Ah think while thousands live in jarring strike,
More peaceful Bard! how calmly glides thy life!
Far diftant from AUGUSTA's pomp and noise,
In rural folitude-how sweet thy joys!
Amid the busy town's unthinking train,
Can aught inspire the contemplative strain ?
Where thoughtless worldlings form the giddy throng,
In vain the Mufe attempts the facred song.

In lonely woods and moffy rural cells;
Where fweetly musing quiet ever dwells,
Are caught thofe manners that adorn thy mind,
Manners deny'd to more than half mankind,
Ruftling among a thousand stately trees,
How fweet to hear the folemn founding breeze!
The cryftal fountains múrm'ring as they stray,
And Philomela's melancholy lay.
Here infpiration fills the admiring foul
With love for the great Author of the whole,

Those lov'd repasts that otherwise may cloy,
Nay! all our future happiness destroy.
Where melancholy musing sits alone,
Thy fav'rite pleasure is to dwell unknown,
In the dark lab'rinths of fome grove or wood,
Sweet fcenes!but if amid them should the mind
Ever begloom'd with deepest folitude.
To deep conception be too much confin'd,
Such gloomy notions it wou'd long purfue,
That dwells confefs'd and mourn'd by me in you.

Hid from the world and all its various ways,
The mind at once from mundane objects strays;
To grander matters then our thoughts apply'd,
We aim to come at † what we are deny'd;

and the hungry ox.
Alluding to Æfop's Fable of the envions dog!

+ The fweets of folitude in fome shapes are inex-. preffible. The mind being literally difengaged from the world, undergoes not so many divifions that must naturally be the cafe when our eyes are attracted by a great variety of animate and inanimate objects. Hence our bofoms, lefs taken up, and what with the gloom and pleafing horrors of a folitary retirement where every thing is ftill, fave the gentle zephyrs blowing among the trees, the perpetual founds of falling water, and the wild melody of birds; we direct our thoughts to fubjects of that ferious kind,

Should thefe affections, plaintive Legg, be thine,.
T'affift thee be the friendly effort mine.
Too close retirement to relinquish try,
And feek relief in good fociety.

Mix with those men who chearful are and wife,
They will affuage thy cares and top thy fighs;
We were not made for constant solitude,
But to converfe and do each other good;
Taste moderately too the gen'rous bowl,
For 'twill affift to chear thy drooping foul.
Then when thy happier mind has loft her pains,
Health fhall again flow through thy throbbing veins a
For know, betwixt the body and the mind,
A fympathy most wonderful we find.

Thy gloom difpers'd, ftill own the Delian fhrine,
Nor once be heedless of the sacred Nine;
But be thy studies on fair reafon's plan,
And be thou, what I wish-the happy Man.

Devizes, Sept. 12, 1787. PHILANTHROPOS. which never fail to make the best and most useful impreffions on our minds. It is in fuch calm retreats we seem to feel a more than ordinary respect for the Supreme Being, and find ourfelves better prepared to converse with him. Here is folitude abundant with delight. But we are apt fometimes, when we are too much by ourselves thus fituated, to form a group of extravagant notions and incoherent conjectures concerning what is not to be revealed unto us, which mostly gives birth to a kind of melancholy fear and dread that will never leave us. Let us not too much indulge in enquiries of this ferious kind: I have experienced the very ill effects of it in more than one of my acquaintance. Solitude is neceffary very often; but when used excef. fively, it is highly pernicious-nay to fome minds dangerous.

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ing to defend himself against thirty grenadiers, who threatened every instant to run him through the body if he did not fubmit. The King, amazed at his valour, and pitying his rafhnefs, cried out, Auftrian! why don't you furrender? Are you made of iron or marble, to withftand the fury of thirty armed men?' Pleafe your Majefty, faid the Auftrian foldier, I was of the former garrifon, and being afleep at the evacuation of the town, I could not perfuade myself that your Majefty had any right to detain me as a prifoner of war, being included in the general capitulation.' True, replied the King, you cannot alone be a prifoner, when the whole garrifon have marched out.'

Your grenadiers would have made me fo, faid the Auftrian, if I had not refolved to lofe my life in defence of my liberty.' 'Brave, but rafh man, anfwered Frederick, give up thy arms, and fave thy life.' Then call off thefe grenadiers,' replied the Auftrian. The King ordered away the party, and going close to him,

demanded his musket and bayonet, faying,

A man who has so high a sense of honour, can never be guilty of a bafe act; the lefs thou feemeft to value thy own life in this cafe, the more thou wilt regard mine.' The Auftrian fell on his knees, and delivered his firelock into his hands; his Majefty bade him rife, returned his arms, told him he was free, and offered him a pair of colours in his own fervice. 'I cannot accept your favour, faid the Auftrian, I have fworn allegiance to Mary Terefa, and will not fight against her, • Illufthough to be made a general.' trious foldier! replied the King, go thy way in peace, but not without a few pieces to drink my health with thy comrades. Not a penny, anfwered the Auftrian; I return your Majefty my moft fincere acknowledgments, and vow to drink to your good health with my Royal Miftrefs's money.' So faying, the Auftrian faluted the King, and marched off to join his companions with his firelock on his fhoulder, and three-pence halfpenny in his pocket, leaving the King, and all who heard him, aftonished at his courage, probity, and true greatness of mind.

TO THE MEMORY OF

MRS. TICKEL L.

EPLETE with every charm to win the heart,

Roothe life's forrows, or its joys impart,

Soft-timid-elegant! her beauteous mien
Bespoke the feeling-gentle mind, within.
Torn from her husband's fond adoring arms,
From friends who weep her matchlefs worth and
charms,

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BY giving the following a place in your entertaining Magazine, you will oblige your conftant reader, and humble fervant,

ELOISA.

An Enigmatical Lift of ten Gentlemen and as many Ladies, in and near Newport, in the Isle of Wight, as they were lately drawn in Pairs at a Game of Lottery.

I.

Two-fevenths of a fickle divinity, and what rhymes to a public newspaper."

Two-thirds of an appendage to the tea-table, and ditto of a maket-town in Suffex.

II.

An affembly for Chriftian worship, and an Hibernian faint.

What gamefters do with a die, onefixth of a precious ftone, and the eldest fon of a patriarch.

III.

One-fourth of a country in European Turkey, and three-eighths of a title of nobility.

Two-fifths of a heavy mafs, threeeighths of a Grecian hero, and the fhallow part of a river.

IV.

Half of a play-thing, and the beft fauce for chicken.

An article of Norvegian commerce, one-third of a learned profession, and 2240 lb. weight avoirdupois.

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VERSES addreffed to Mr. MOSENEAU on the late fcarcity of ROSES. By aLADY.

mer morn,

WHEN June with radiance crowns the fum-
Each anxious eye feeks the bewitching thorn:
In thy recess, cach passing travelier meets,
Midt Winter's ides-the Rofe's od'rous sweets!

How painful then, that Boreas rugged hand,

Should steal the Rofes from this favourite land?
Stealing, at once, thy juftly famous merit,
The well-earn'd profit of thy Rofe's Spirit!
The gods, howe'er, in recompence have given,
The Lavender! choiceft perfume of their heaven!
Which, with thy nurturing care, will doubtless
prove,

A fweet apology for Rofia's love.

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years,

Yet Fortune, from her earliest
A fate difaftrous wove;
And doom'd her to an age
of tears,
For one fhort hour of love.

In childhood's helpless state, bereft
Of Parents' watchful care:
Her unexperienc'd youth was left
A prey to every fnare.

One only fault the Maid poffefs'd-
-If that a fault we deem-
A tender, unfufpecting breaft,
Too lavish of esteem.

Unvers'd in woes that others find,
In wiles that others fear;
Artlefs herself, fhe thought mankind
Were, like herself, fincere.

But ah! ere yet the lucklefs Maid
Had fifteen fummers run,
Her faith and honour were betray'd-
Her virtue was undone.

Young Henry, with fuccessful art,
To win her favour strove;
Long practis'd on her youthful heart,
And early gain'd her love.
Fraught with each foft refiftless charm,
With each perfuafive pow'r,
He ftill'd difcretion's kind alarm,
And cropp'd the virgin flow'r.
Her orphan ftate, her tender years,

Her pure, unspotted fame,
Serv'd but to hufh his guilty fears,
And fan his lawless flame.

By honour's dictates unreftrain'd,
By Faith, nor Justice sway'd;
That confidence his vows obtain'd,
His perfidy betray'd.-

So poor Eliza's hapless fate

Fill'd Henry's breast with care;
Nor could the vain parade of state
Protect him from despair.

He faw the beauties once he priz'd
All wither in their bloom,
By lawless paffion facrific'd
Untimely to the tomb.

For how could injur'd honour look
Its Author in the face?
Or how could fuff'ring virtue brook
Invective and difgrace?

No forrows could afford relief,

No penitence atone; The figh the gave to others grief, She wanted for her own.

The partners of her youthful years' Unpity'd her distress,

Nor kindly help'd to dry her tears,

Nor ftrove to make them lefs.

Her lov'd companions turn'd away,
To former friendship cold;
And left her in affliction's day,
Uncherith'd, unconfol'd.

So ever thro' the world we find Each breast at woe recoils, And all the favours of mankind

But laft while fortune fmiles.

Too juft, life's guilty joys t' endure,
Too weak its thorns to brave;
No friend but death she could procure,
No comfort but the grave.

Awhile the heaven's forgiveness pray'd,
For errors long confeft;
Then fought the folitary fhade,
And filent funk to rest.
Hard-fortun'd fex! in every ftate,
From cuftom's rigid pow'r,
Years of remorfe can't expiate
One inadvertant hour.

Unfkill' in life's precarious way,
Should love their bofoms burn;
And yielding nature chance to ftray,
They never can return.

In vain they with repentant fighs,

Their fad experience mourn; E'en thofe, who ought to fympathize, Abandon them with fcorn.

Say why, ye virgins, who bestow

On moft compaffion's tear; The pangs alone yourselves may know, You thus refufe to cheer?

O rather kindly condescend

To aid the drooping fair; Your mercy with your justice blend, And fnatch them from despair.

Eliza's death, when Henry heard,

He gave a piteous groan; The cenfure of the world he fear'd, But more he fear'd his own.

In vain he flew to crouds and courts, Guilt every blifs deftroys; Intruded on his morning ports, And damp'd his evening joys.

At length, with constant grief o`ercome,
With anguish, and dismay;

He hied him to the lonely tomb
Which held Eliza's clay.

There weeping o'er the turf-clad ground,
Of all existence tir'd;

He caft his streaming eyes around,
And mournfully expir'd.

Thus warn'd, ye fair, with caution arm
'Gainft man's perfidious arts;
Since youth and beauty vainly charm
When honour once departs.

Let Hymen's facred bands unite,
Where paffion is declar'd;
Give fanction to approv'd delight,
And authorize regard.

So fhall no rankling cares annoy,
No tears unceasing flow;
So fhall you feel a mother's joy,
Without a mother's woe.

ARLEY.

THE LITTLE CAPTIVE.

SAY

AY, little futt'rer, whither would't thou fly! Devoid of harm thyfelf, thou fear'ft no harm: Yet know, unnumber'd fnares befet thee nigh, Snares which too late thy fafety may alarm.

Too delicately fledg'd to brave the air,
Which erft entic'd thee from thy neft to fpring!
How wilt thou, bird, avoid th' impending snare,
And seek sweet refuge by the feeble wing?
As fome sweet infant leaves her guardian's eye,
Intent on gath'ring king-cups in the meads,
May chance near some translucid riv'let ply,
Where pendent flow'rs inverted lift their heads.

Lur'd by the visionary tints, she bends,

And finiling spreads her little fingers wide;
Her eager grafp the fpecious glory blends,
Amid th' increafing circle of the tide.
And now in vain the craves her guardian's aid,
As vain the struggles with the ruffled wave;
'Till quite o'erpower'd the lovely paffive maid
Refigns her sweetness to the crystal grave.

As premature thy fate, unguarded thus,

To flutter long the much-frequented way; Perhaps, difcover'd by fome agile pufs,

That grimly pleas'd, fhall with thy plumage
play.

Then let me hence conduct thee, helpless bird!
And feek a bleft afylum for the youth:
Why palpitates thy heart? Doubt not my word;
Nor aught fhall violate the voice of truth.

No wiry limit fhall my bird immure,

No fi ken gvve immanacle thy feet; Nor fatal feel, from flight thy wing secure, To damp the fong of freedom, wildly sweet.

The peaceful garden be thy facred home,
There may'st thou many a short excursion try,
'Ere vent'ring to afcend th' empyreal dome;
There may'st thou revel, there fecurely lie.

If bent on wandering, this gay parterre

Yields not fufficient charms to stay thy wing; Fly where thou lift, may fafety tend thee there; There chaunt thy vefpers; there thy matins fing. Go, little captive, liberty is thine;

Enjoy the privilege that nature gaveAnd ever be the sweet reflection mineFrom harm, unguarded innocence to save.

The GRAVES of LLANELTHY.

[From Mr. MATTHEWS's "Tour of Obfer"vation and Sentiment, through a Part of "SOUTH WALES." See P. 312.

NOME, darling Muse, who lov`st to fing

COME, bluffoms of the Spring;

Who lov't to linger o'er the ground
Where sweet Simplicity is found;
Where, void of pomp, Devotion reigns,
And sheds her freedom o'er the plains;
Where Melancholy loves to dwell,
And all her liften'd story tell;
Where ancient Yews their greenness shed
Perpetual, o'er the filent dead :—
Come thou, with flow and folemn gait,
And on thefe fimple dirges wait;

And fince thou dat'st thy birth from heaven,
Where powers of plaintive fong are given;
Since thine's the delegated charm
The fcorn of greatness to disarm,
And raise fair Virtue's even creft,
By kindling raptures of the breast;
Those raptures let the bard divide
(Unus'd to take the mirthful fide)
With them who draw their fweet relief,
In conftant cares, from holy grief;
Who love to dwell where Wisdom blooms,
And take a tincture from the tombs;
Who far remov'd from Folly's dome,
Delight to make the graves their home;
And deck the regions of the dead,
By fympathetic fondness led!
Affift the poor-the infant train,
Nor let them deck thofe graves in vain!
From fuperftition hold them free,
And take their tender caufe on thee!

When through the fields the youthful feet Brush forth, the orient fun to meet, The infant ardor of the mind Perceives the wint'ry frofts unbind,

And Nature's renovated scene

Her ruffet changing into green;
And here and there, on moffy bank,
Which first the funny dew-drops drank,
A vernal bloffom raife its head,
And bloom upon its ancient bed;
Or bending age steals out again,
Once more to view the well-known plain;
And first the gladden'd fenfe inhales
The new born incenfe of the gales;
Then strait their recollective power
Recals the thought of that fad hour,
VOL. I.-N. XXI.

When, Nature's folemn tribute paid,
Their tend'reft relatives were laid
In lowly tenements of clay,
For ever from the face of day!
Recurs the folemn fpot hard by,
Where fathers, mothers, children lie,
In wint'ry filence, all the while
Unconscious of the gen'ral smile!

Then melts the bofom-heaves the figh,
And tears bedew the kindred eye;
Then fympathetic love returns
And with new-kindled fervor burns,
Still acquiefcent while it mourns;
But inly wishes to impart
Some fond memorial of the heart.

"And now the officious youth prepare Each well-known fpot with pious care, Mark out the little foot-way round, And fimooth, with art, the facred ground; Then cull wild flowers from the brake, The primrose and the vi’let take; The crocus from the garden bring, And each gay herald of the Spring: And while their bufy hands they spread, Adorning all the precious bed, And call to mind the fond embrace, And dwell upon some parent's face: Or prattling playmate's gentle smile, That us'd the moments to beguile; Inftructed by fome grandfire's choice, (Convey'd in fecond childhood's voice) The fairest flow'r pick from the rest, And plant it blooming o'er the breast, And lastly, when the work of love, That vies with meeknefs of the dove, Is ended, and their eyes furvey The decorations of the day, As Youth and Age, a tender train, In filence feek their cots again, Full oft they stop to trace once more The scene from which they turn'd before; And linger on the facred place, While folemn fadnefs pales their face; As oft around th' ideal bier, They fhed again the mournful tear; And with the fondeft parting view They breathe their filent laft adieu!

"Let not the proud, or the profane, Thefe rites of Nature's woes difdain; Nor cold Philofophy, the mode Of fuch benignant worth explode; Nor ftern fectarian zealots blame Such incenfe, offer'd in the name Of him who wept o'er Laz'rus' grave, Nor without tears mankind could fave."

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of certain obfervations, which naturally occurred to a by-ftander: Perhaps fome of your readers will agree, that the hurry of an affize town, a fort of vanity fair in miniature, may not be unentertaining to a reflecting mind: obferve, I do not mean to include the prifoners, or other parties interefted. The trumpet founds three times, as the boys at play fay, one to begin, two to make ready, three and away. Apropos; an odd ftory here obtrudes itself; and as the celebrated Sterne faid, though with much better reafon, and by the bye, it may be ftill the better, because he said it, and is fince dead; CC my pen governs me, I govern not it."

Well, now for the ftory. Once upon a time, there was a Judge upon his circuit, who invited the gentlemen of the Long Robe to an Affize dinner: upon recollection, I believe the High Sheriff gave the dinner; however, that is not material, you know;-after the cloth was removed, the bottles paffed brifkly round the table, there not being any more causes to try, and almost every one faid, or attempted to fay, fomething smart upon the occafion; a junior counfel, who had never spoken in public before, feeming uneafy to exhibit in turn, or, as the lawyers would fay, to make an incipitur, afked the Judge if his Lordfhip had feen the wonderful Rhinoceros which was in town? His Lordship answered without the least hesitation, " No, Sir, we both travel with trumpets, and believe ftand upon ceremony-the ceremony of who fhall make the first visit."

Whether there was any room for the young Barrister to reply or not, leaving your judicious readers to determine, I proceed.

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The trumpet founds in the high street, the ladies in full drefs flock to the windows, to fee, I mean rather to be seen, for certes there is very little to fee, and the Sheriff bows politely as he paffes; at this inftant a man, with a moft earnest countenance, demanded of me, "if the last trumpet had founded?" My anfwer was, "I hope in God not, Sir, for I am by no means prepared;" "Nor I, as I am a finner,' exclaimed a well-known attorney, who ftood on my left hand: a third perfon on my right declared he was doubtful, whether my Lord, the Barristers, nay the whole Court, were not in the fame predicament. I foon loft my companions, and having been hustled into the channel, was forced along by the croud into a place caled a Hall, fcarce big enough to contain, with any degree of conveniency, half the company: His Lordship bows, and feats himfelf, having four-and-twenty ladies on each fide, all of a row; and underneath,

To the Editor of the COUNTY MAGAZINE. four-and-twenty black-gowns, all of a

SIR,

row; they brought to my mind the old fong of Four-and-twenty Fiddlers, &c. but matter for that: on fecond confider

H country town during the aflize nional believe there were above thirty

week, I cannot avoid difburthening myfelf Barrifters, many of whom, I was informed,

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