Who forms no wifh, but what the world might hear;
Tho' lively, grave; good-natur'd, when severe.
Gay without pride, and without meannefs free;
The wifh and praife of every company:
Why should I blush, where fuch perfections meet,
To throw a little incenfe at her feet?

Yet fome will fay, intend it as you will,
Satire or praise will be indifferent ftill;
The fools you hit, return it with a fneer,
And praife affects not now a lady's ear ;
"For praife or fatire here has loft its power,
Nine days they read, and never think on't more.'
Who can be filent long that knows the town?
Tho' coxcombs hate me, and the fair disown,
I must distinguish 'twixt my friends and foes;
Thefe I can't praife, nor e'er abandon those.

Whilft thou the fecial minutes wilt allow,
And honeft C- - will not be my foe;
If lovely S deign to hear my strain,
Nor by her conduct fhew I write in vain;

In vain to you th' experienc'd would reveal
That peace the virtuous tafte, thofe joys they feel.
To you the joys of the regen'rate mind
Are founds to deafnefs, colours to the blind.
And as it enters not the minds of beafts,
What blifs, to theirs fuperior, reason taftes;
So you, who only fenfual pleafures know,
Can ne'er conceive the joys divine that flow
In the pure breaft that burns with heav'nly love,"
Bleft with fweet longings for its blifs above.

But methodifts, entbufiafts you maintain;
Their zeal, their joy, is madnefs of the brain.
But whence fo confident to rail and fneer,
When reafon's not produc'd, nor facts appear?
Tho' eafy, things t affirm, or things deny;
'Tis oft an arduous tafk to tell us, why.

Your fancy'd wit your real folly fhows;
Deriding others, you yourselves expose.
What! own your hearts ne'er feel th' indwelling
God!

While beauteous B shines with native eafe, Nor tafte the comforts of his sweet abode !

With every gift, and every art to please;
While the fmiles approbation on my lays,
Allows the fatire, and will join the praife;
(Tho' fome infift my lines are Grubftreet grown;
Or, more obliging, fwear they're not my own;)
The modeft mufe fhall touch the trembling lyre,
And fing what truth and innocence inspire:
By thefe protected, I feclude all fear;
Approv'd by thefe, no cenfures vex my ear:
By thefe efteem'd, tho' foes or fortune frown,
If joys in life there be, they're all my own.

CLEOPHILUS.

Mr URBAN. Being invited lately to spend an Evening with a Friend in a Grotto of bis, to my great Surprize, I found a beautiful Lady ftanding on a Pedestal, which occafion'd the following Lines.

firft in Venus' I ventur'd,

Go, and let prudence check you, nor proclaim
What blafts your honour, and muft fix your fhame
Think, deeply think, on dying beds when laid,
Who'll then be moft confiding, leaft difmay'd;
They, who ne'er feel the Spirit in their breaft;
Or they, who of the gift cœleftial tafte.
Malice, at laft, in thofe grave hours may fail,
'Gainft Wefley's, Ingham's, Roger's names to rail.

So mifcall'd and nick-nam'd by their Adverfaries,

Mr URBAN, As many Thousands of your Readers barve never feen the City of London, it is bop'd the following fhort Description of it may prove no difagreeable Entertainment. Yours, &c.

A Defeription of LONDON.

London! justly of cities crown'd,

W my foul with fear and love was mov'd; H For freedom, wealth, extent, and arts re

Fear wou'd have check'd me ere I enter'd,

But Love the ftronger paffion prov'd. The doubtful conflict hence proceeded : A beauteous form the manfion grac'd; Love held that art fhe far exceeded,

Fear, that by art, not nature plac'd. Fear, to defend his caufe, afferted,

Perhaps, Rome's doctrine here prevails;
Beauty in imagery's converted,

When all their flock of cunning fails.
Love laugh'd and faid, Thou'rt vanquish'd, Fear,
Thy fuppofition is not good;
Then gently whifper'd in my ear,

" Go tafte," I found her flesh and blood. POLYPHIL. On inward Feelings; or, the happy Experiences devout Souls.

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All your enjoyments are fallacious fires;
The flame of crackling thorns, that foon expires:
Your pleafures faft in chains your reafon bind,
And ftupify th' inebriated mind.

The Beiblebem monarch, high on fancy's throne,
Enjoys as fober transports as your own.
Vain then to understanding your pretence,
As the mad finner who fo void of fenfe

nown'd:

No need of fables to enhance thy praife,
No wandring demy-god thy walls to raise :
Let Rome imperial claim an elder date,
And boaft her kindred to the Dardan state,
Thy ancient heroes palms as glorious grace;
Thy British founders, and thy Saxon race.

Our ancestors, in architecture rude,
Built their first towns of rough unchiffell'd wood 3
No veiny marble yet, no Parian ftone,

Nor fculptor's art, nor joyner's fkill was known;
Thefe by our Roman visitors were taught,
Which they from Greece, and Greece from Egypt
brought:

Soon Thames along her rifing fhores admires ́ ·
Her froney battlements, and lofty fpires;
Sublime Augufta rais'd her tow'ry head,

Her Albion's pride, and envying neighbour's dread.
Since founded firft, a thousand years twice told,
Perpetual growth has ftretch'd her ample bound,
Two thousand funs have annual circles roll'd;
'Till scarce fev'n leagues can mete her circuit round.
A hundred fteeples glitter in the fkies.
A hundred temples for devotion rife,

Lo! in the midft Wren's wond'rous pile appears,
Which, like a mountain, its huge bulk uprears;
Such fure to failors on a diftant ftream,
The lofty pike of Tenerif must seem.

Mufe, mount with easy flight th' aspiring dome,
And let thy eyes o'er the wide profpect roam.
See how the Thames with dimpling motion fmiles
And from all climes prefents Augusta (poils:
Eastward behold! a thousand veffels ride,
Which like a floating city crowd her tide.
See the ftrong bridge connect the distant shores;
The flood beneath thro' ftraitning arches roars:
(Above, amazing fight! two lengthning rows
Of lofty buildings a fair ftreet compofe :)
Still farther caft, large as a town, is feen
The Tow'r, a ftrong and copious magazine;
There, in becoming order, rang'd remain
Arms oft victorious on the hoftile plain;
Drums, cannon, fwords and bombs inactive fleep,
And thunders brood which Britain's foes fhall weep.
Look all around, and note the bustling throng,
How thro' each freet, like waves, they prefs along.
There fands th' Exchange, ('tis now the busy time)
Refort of merchants drawn from ev'ry clime;
Far weft remark our monarch's regal feat,
See there the dome where pow'rful fenates meet :
There Rufus's ancient hall resounds with law!
And there the abbey ftrikes religious awe!
Thus London fhines in fame the first and beft,
May all, who labour for ber peace, be blest!

Mr URBAN, In my Journey to London, from
Northamptonshire, putting up at the George in
Creek, I found there a Print of bis Majefty
King George, ornamented with warlike Trophies,
and read under it, written with a Pencil, the
following Lines, which, I believe, confider'd as a
Sudden Flight, will not be difagreeable. Yours, C. E.

Humble, great George! the pilfering Spaniard's

Or lay thefe ufelefs ornaments afide:
Remember Oudenarda's fanguine field,
Where constant victory hover'd o'er thy fhield:
Trophies like thefe thy early youth have grac'd,
Olet not patriots fay,they're now mifplac'd!
Support our finking trade, affert thy crown;
And fight, to fave our honour, and thy own.
E- TON B
May 26, 1739.

•T• Sm, The following beautiful Compliment, is from the Second Edition of Dr Broome's Poems, lately publiford.

To the Hon. Mrs Elizabeth Townshend, now Lady
Cornwallis, on ber Piture, at Rainham.

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H! cruel hand, that could fuch pow'r employ
To teach the pictur'd beauty to deftroy!
Singly the charm'd before, but by his fkill'
The living beauty and her likeness kill;
Thas when in parts the broken mirrours fall,
A face in all is feen, and charms in all!

Think then, O fairest of the fairer race,
What fatal beauties arm thy heavn❜ly face,
Whole very shadow can fuch flames infpire;
We fee 'tis paint, and yet we feel 'tis fire.

See! with falfe life the lovely image glows,
And every wond'rous grace tranfplanted shows;
Fatally fair the new creation reigns,
Charms in her fhape, and multiplies our pains;

O! wond'rous pow'r of mingled light and fhades
Where beauty with dumb eloquence perfuades,
Where paffions are beheld in picture wrought,
And animated colours look a thought:
Rare art! on whofe command all nature waits!
It copies all omnipotence creates ;

Here crown'd with mountains earth expanded lies,
There the proud feas with all their billows rife;
If life be drawn, refponfive to the thought
The breathing figures live throughout the draught;
The mimic bird in skies fictitious moves,
Or fancy'd beafts in imitated groves:
Ev'n heav'n it climbs; and from the forming hands
A angel here, and there a * Townshend ftands.

Yet, painter, yet, tho' art with nature ftrive,
Tho' ev'n the lovely phantom feem alive,
Submit thy vanquifh'd art! and own the draught
Tho' fair, defective, and a beauteous fault;
Charms, fuch as hers, inimitably great,
He only can exprefs, that can create.
Could't thou extract the whiteness of the fnow,
Or of its colours rob the heav'nly bow,
Yet would her beauty triumph o'er thy skill,
Lovely in thee, herfelf more lovely still!

Thus in the limpid fountain we defcry
The faint refemblance of the glitt'ring sky;
Another fun difplays his leffen'd beams,
Another heav'n adorns th' enlightned ftreams;
But tho' the fcene be fair, yet high above
Th' exalted skies in nobler beauties move;
There the true heav'ns eternal lamps display,
A deluge of inimitable day.

*Now Lady Cornwallis.

N. B. The Debates, which are moß call'd for, taking up many Pages Palm 104. from Buchanan, must be again falje ned, with many other Pieces in Verfe and Profe, of where us can only mention Mr Silk's Juflification of bimfelf again r Weaver.

N. B. In anfuer to fome of our kind Correspondents, we muß ferve, that we knew the Poem on the Dacian Battle in our laft was from Mr Watts's Hora Lyricæ; but we let it go unnoted, concluding there might be a Design in werding the Gen tleman's Introdution to it. Perhaps, the Lendon Magazines, happy if they can have any thing to fay of us! may tell the P lie, what few Readero of Poetry can be ignorant of. These este

us Gentlemen affert, in their lat, that we ftole the Perm on Stoke's Bay from thein; whereas it was inferted, at the Dear of Mr Parker, to do Justice to his Relation, the Auther. The Alterations and Additions were not by our Operators, as they a ver: We gave the Original entire, exept a few Rhimes, which Mr Parker thought necesary to alter. But could toe teal from them the Conclufion, consisting of 26 Liner, and other Verín, which they emitted? They add, that D/Urban hat, by his great Depth of Learning, difewer that they felt the Author's Name wrong.-Mr Urban is fill a Stranger to the Aather's Name, but has obferu'd that, upon a Word berug mispelt in jure Latin Lines, inferted in the Gentleman's Magazine for November last, thefe Gentlemen republish'd the fame Piece, a ter'd in two Words, then triumph'd in the following Terms: E very Reader, who is a Judge, would efe to have the Publi cation of a good Piece delay'd for a Month, rather than to bat it publish'd in fuch a stupid and incorrect Manner, as this very Poem was, &c.' The Publie krows what a Cry of butchering, maiming, and murdering they would have Faifed, bod we left cut fo many beautiful Lines. As to the Charge of Theft, when fo well made out, 'tis a very material Point: Where they will not forget it, when they want to appear again with a trivs phant air: Nay, we shall furnish them with an Occafion. Ton bad, in March last, a Poem by a Father on the Death of Daughter, which took up above 3 of their Columns, We freely confent that they accufe us of stealing it from them in Magazine for Jun., Jeventeen hundred thirty One, which has ve Editions; fo that they may add we flole it for time; ~ Paltry Excuse ̧«

A SONG. Set to Mufick by Mr S. STUBLEY.

Historical Chronicle. September, 1739.

WEDNESDAY, 5.

Sir Thomas Geraldino, the Spanish Envoy, and Mr Terry, the K. of Spain's Agent for the Affiento Contract, fet out for Dover, in their Way to Spain.

SATURDAY, 8. Ended the Seffions at the Old Baily, and the following Perfons receiv'd Sentence of Death, viz. Wm. Cardell, for a Street Robbery; John Albin, for a Robbery near the Highway; Edw. Goynes, for the Murder of his Wife, Eliz. Harwood, for murdering her Baltard; John Maw, alias Morris, for robbing the Reading Waggon. MONDAY, 10.

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whereby feveral Boats were overfet on the Thames, and feveral Perfons drowned; Tiles were blown from the Houses, and a Bricklayer was kill'd, by the Fall of a Brick on his Head; at Nine at Night the Wind rofe higher, 'till between 11 and 12 it blew a prodigious Storm, which continued 'till Morning, in which the En deavour, from Bristol to Portsmouth, and the Nancy, from Shields to London, were loft, with all their Men and Cargoes. Great Damage was done about Bristol, and the low Grounds of Yorkshire, by the exceffive Rains, which fwept away great Quantities of outstanding Corn, and raifed the Price of Grain, efpecially Barley.

WEDNESDAY, 12.

The Commiffioners for victualling the Navy, contracted for 2010 Oxen, and 8000 Hogs; the firft at 17 s. 3 d. and the latter at 24 s. 10 d. per hundred Weight.

THURSDAY, 13.

Prince Scherbatow, Envoy and Plenipo tentiary Extraordinary from the Court of Ruffia, had his firft private Audience.

THURSDAY, 20.

At a General Court of the Bank of Eng. land, a Dividend of 2 and 3 Fourths was declared for Intereft and Profits for the half Year, ending at Michaelmas, the Warrants payable October 17.

FRIDAY, 21.

A Proclamation was published, appointing the Parliament to meet Novemb. 15th, E and then to fit for the Difpatch of Bufinefs.

About 7 o'clock in the Evening, began a moft violent Storm of Thunder and Lightening, accompany'd with an exceffive Rain, which lafted till Midnight. A Farmer at Raveningham, Norfolk, had his Barn fired by the Lighting, and all his Corn confumed. At Mr Collier's, Lambeth, the Lightning pierc'd thro' the Roof, and thence thro' the Floor, fplitting in feveral Pieces a large old-fafhion'd Oaken Bedpoft; and then thro'a 2d Floor, on a very thick Piece of Deal, to which the Jack was falten'd, which it fhiver'd into a thousand Pieces, but did no other Damage. Mr Collier and his Wife being in Bed, faw the Lightning break thro' the Cieling, and it did not appear much larger than the Blaze of a common Candle; the Holes thro' the Roof, and both the Floors, are not 2 Inches Diameter, and look as if bor❜d by a large Auger- -At Bremen, in Germany, the Lightning fet Fire to a Ma- G gazine of 40,000 lb. of Gunpowder, whereby a Fort, with the adjacent Houses, were blown up, 40 Perfons killed,near 1000 Houfes damaged, and the City fet on Fire in 25 Places; but a heavy Rain falling, the Flames were happily extinguished.

TUESDAY, II.

All the Day was a very high, Wind

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Thomas Limpus was executed (for rub bing the Weitern Mail) on the Top of Dunkit-Hill, which is very high, and within a mile of Wells. He faid very little at the Gibbet, but left two Letters behind him. He made fome equivocating Denials of the Robbery, tho' fo plainly prov'd, and own'd by him to feveral fcores of People, from the Time of his being taken to the Day of his Trial. He turn'd Roman Catholick the Day after he was taken in France, on an Accufation of robbing the Briftol Mail, on Febr. 1738. so escaped then, and 'tis belicv'd he pretended to die in that Religion.

FRIDAY, 28.

Sir John Lequefne, and George Heathcote, Efq; were fworn in Sheriffs of London and Middlesex, for the Year enfuing.

SATURDAY, 29.

This Day came on at Guildhall, the Election of two Aldermen, by the Livery.

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Pursuant to an Order from Madrid, Six English Ships were feiz'd at Malaga; and Two Days before, 3 others were brought in there as Prizes; and the Spaniards have taken 4 or 5 more.

ALIST of BIRTHS for the Year 1739.

Sept. 3.

ADY Tryon, Sifter to Earl Ferrers, deliver'd of a Daughter.

21. Lady of Sir Roger Burgoigne, Bt. Sifter to the E. of Halifax,of a Son and Heir. Lady of Henry Pelham, Efq; Member for Suf fex,-of a Daughter.

Aug. 30.

ALIST of MARRIAGES for the Year 1739. R Cole, of the Register's Office in Chancery, marry'd to Mifs Parterich, of Croydon, with 4000 /

Mr Poole, of the Six Clerks Office,-to Mifs Cowper, only Daughter of the late famous Anatomift, 5000%

Sept. 1. Mr Langley, Surgeon,-to the Widow of Dr Weft, with ic,000l. and 800 l. per An. 4. Mr Brome, Attorney, of Burton on Trent, -to Mifs Sillock, 8000l.

6. Jofeph Knight, of Ashburton, Devonsh. Efq; -to Miis Kitchingham,7000l. and 100l. per An. Hope, Efq;-to Mifs WalmeЛley, of

ADY Seaforth, in France, in her Way to Scotland.

George Payue, of Wylam, Northumberl. Efq; F. R. S. Member of the Royal Academy at BerHlin, of the Noble' Inftitute of Bologna in Italy, &r. He dy'd at Ghent in Flanders, aged above 90. William Allen, Eiq; at Reading, Berks. 29. John Michell, of Richmond, Efq; Member for Sandevich in 98, and other Parliaments. He left an Estate of 700 1. per An. to