POETICAL ESSAYS.. If you'll go out and make the audience clap, But whatfoe'er you think the play to be, child? ""Tis really a curofity to view her; "Our little Betfey is a mountain to her; "Such action,fuch a tongue-and yet I query "If the be five years old-a very fairy!" Sir Gilbert anfwers, with a peevish nod, "Pfhaw! let the little huffy have a rod. "There are old folks enough to play the fool, "Children, my lady, fhould be fent to school." And fo they should the naughty ones no doubt, Who'll neither books nor needle learn without, But I am come of no fuch idle breed; At four years old, I could both write and read. To be at work my fingers ftill are itchingThese flounces here are all of my own ftitching [Taking up and fhewing her frock But is my prat diflik'd? For after all I am but young, 'tis true, and fomewhat small ; And taller ladies, I must needs confefs, Might fpeak an Epilogue with more address. However, fome few things I have to plead ; First 'pon my word and credit I'm a maid. Will that pass here for merit ?—I don't knowI'm a new face-which generally does fo, And if you want me louder, taller, bolder, Have patience hall mend, as I grow older. ODE for his MAJESTY's Birth-Day, June 4, 1769. Performed before their Majefties and the Royal Family. Written by William Whitehead, Efq; Poet Laureat, and fet to Mufic by Dr. Boyce, Mafter of the King's Band of Muficians. P ATRON of arts! at length by thee Their home is fix'd : Thy kind de Where judgment was away. Through ofier twigs th' acanthus rofe Th'idea charms; the artift glows! But 'twas his skill to please When great Apelles, pride of Greece, What tho' the miffile vengeance pafs'd From his rafh hand, the random caft Might dafh the foam, but skill had formẻ the fteed. Nor lefs the Phidian arts approve The Delian god does all but move; -And shall each facred feat, The vales of Arno, and the Tuscan ftream, The fons of Albion? or below, Trace with awe the dear remains Still fhall her ftudious youth repair, To ev'ry clime which art has known; The FIRST of MAY. M When pride walk'd threadbare and despis'd, When folks were better exercis'd Than now-a-days, when broils and strife Defile the Narra' of each life. A country villa, near a green, As foon as morning dawn appear'd, } Fre the fond herds began to feed, "Twas now the rofy morn of May, Each ruftic fummons forth his fair Twelve garlands one small hillock grac'd ; In fimple order each was plac'd. Young Ralph, a fair and comely fwain, With wreaths most sweet; her head was crown'd With ev'ry flow'r of the field, That Flora's felf to her might yield. Young Ralph fet off full speed to meet The 'fquire, well pleas'd at fuch a deed, She fmil'd confent, and cheer'd the droop ing fwain, She gave her hand, her meaning to explain. The 'fquire faw, and blefs'd the blooming I To the EDITORS of the OXFORD MAGAZINE. (With a curious Engraving of the Political Coal-Heavers.) GENTLEMEN, AM highly pleafed with the humour of the copper-plates given in your fpirited Magazine, and would willingly, in my turn, contribute fomething for the entertainment of your readers: I have therefore, fent you a drawing, which I have named the Political Coal-Heavers, and flatter myself, that if you will be at the expence of having it engraved, it may chance to be agreeable to the purchafers of the Oxford Magazine. I am, GENTLEMEN, Your most obedient humble fervant, Oxford, June 16, 1769. To our CORRESPONDENT S. S. T. THE Favours of Leonidas, Sempronius, T. B. and Leonora, are received, and fhall be attended to. Sally Simpkin muft excufe our not inferting her Poetical Epifle, as it is 100 incorrect to do her honour, or be agreeable to our readers. It is hoped this obfervation will not deter her from future attempts in the poetical way, as he does not feem to want genius, but rather prudence to regulate the fire of her fancy. We have obliged many of our correfpondents by the infertion of their favours in this Number, and many others shall have places as foon as poffible. |