bourers in this particular will be in high fashion all the day through. LONG necked fpurs, with joints like folding penknives, to make them convenient in walking, and to prevent cutting the legs (no matter for the horfe's fides), are coming into fashion; but fenfible people think the shortest necked long enough for the purpose of a spur. SEVERAL people, befides barbers and bakers, have worn white hats this feafon. PROMISCUOUS bathing has been very much in fashion this season, and the decency of an awning to the bathing machines, fo universal in England, is not yet adopted *; to the great fatisfaction of the rude and the ill-bred, who triumph in infulting modefty. THE buckskin and Nankeen under drapery of the young gentlemen still continues as if sewed or pasted to the skin. THE first symptoms of a rifing buck this feafon have commenced at and after school, by turning the broad cock of the hat foremost, and the button beZ 2 hind * Since the above was written, an improvement has taken place. Separate houses for the gentlemen and ladies are built, and the bathing machines for the ladies are furnished with awnings. hind—affuming a knowing look, with a gait likę Filch in the Beggar's Opera-carrying a short bludgeon in the hand, and endeavouring to fwear (poor things!) moft dreadfully. THE having half a dozen large buttons under the pocket lids, might do very well for fecurity in these pick-pocket times, but unfortunately it is not the fafhion to have button holes. THE rumpled boot about the ancle, to give air to the calf in the white filk ftocking, has ftill been thought tonish by a few; and BOOTS in the forenoon, with perfons who have no horses to ride, is thought very fashionable. WITH many it has been thought manly and high life to be as much the blackguard as poffible; and with them frivolity and diffipation are only worth living for. To fquander money with freedom, and go drunk to public amufements, conftitute the gentleman. SUCH is the picture of this last season, You may make what use of it you please. I am, &c. E. C. BASTINADO. STANZAS STAN ZAS ADDRESSED TO DR BEATTIE, Author of the Minstrel. AH! wherefore filent is thine Edwin's muse? The mufe which erft infpir'd his infant thought, Which fhew'd him Nature in its various views, And in his breast fublime conceptions wrought; Which his young genius to perfection brought, And rais'd to heaven his heaven-afpiring foul; Gave him to know what he fo keenly fought, How ftars and planets in their orbits roll, Obedient still to him whofe power propels the whole. TIME'slenient hand hath pour'd his fov'reign balm, Oh! may Where Nature fhines, array'd with justest art, In numbers fweetly smooth, with sense fublimely strong. FORGIVE the friend who, in unpolish'd ftrains, Would fondly rouse thee to resume the lyre, And fing of Edwin, boaft of Scottish fwains, With all thy wonted energy and fire. From graver studies for a while respire, His modest worth, his dignity, display, Amending thoughtless man by thy instructive lay. Sept. 24. 1784. VERSES To the Author of the MAN OF FEELING. Found on a blank leaf of the copy of the book which be longed to the late Mr Grainger, WHILST other writers, with pernicious art, Corrupt the morals, and feduce the heart, Raise lawless paffions, loofe defires infuse, And boaft their knowledge gathered from the ftews Be thine the task fuch wishes to controul, To touch the gentler movements of the foul; Their flame was such as Heaven itself inspires, As high, as fecret, as the Vestal fires. But ah! too late reveal'd---With parting breath, He owns its mighty force, and fmiles in death---His foul spontaneous feeks her kindred sky, Where Charity and Love can never die. E. C. A RECEIPT FOR HAPPINESS. TRAVERSE the world, and flie from pole to pole! Go far as winds can blow, or waters roll! To filent Death through heedlefs paths we run. See the pale miser poring o'er his gold; Ev'n in the mantling bowl sweet poisons flow; Where |