weak flate died with terror and fatigue. The town has a terrible afpect, there not being a fufficient number of houfes left to receive those driven out by the flames. 5. Poor Barbadoes Bever fuftained fuch A a calamity betore.-A number of the fufferers, the wind being high, fled from the fire half naked.-Our public offices are deftroyed. 6. The most fatal occurrence has befallen our poor town-On the night of the 14th infant, a dreadful fire confumed two thirds of it, and the principal traders are burnt ont-We Thali force be able to recover from it -The lofs cannot fall short of half a million currency-I cannot enlarge on fuch a dreadful fubject. B 7. From the most lamentable fire in Bridge Town that ever was known in C the Weft Indies, 1140 houles and tores are laid in adhes. I hudder to relate it: much of the prefent crop of fu gar, and more of ginger, is confumed. 8. I arrived on Monday lait, unspeakably shocked at my entrance of Carlife Bay, to fee the greater part of p Bridge Town deftroyed by fire.-1000 houfes and tores are contumed, and many must be irretrievably ruinedNever did the island receive to fevere a blow, and we fear it will not recover in our daye-Much produce is deAroyed, and the pcorer inhabitants are very detiture. I hope his E Majefty, and the Mother Country, will relieve the many wretched inhabitants of this place. 1. To add to the idea of thefe moft melancholy reprefentations, we have annexed a View of the Town; by which The Defolation occafioned by the Fire may be more clearly feen.] notice of hunting, is made in the reign of Henry I. That King granted feveral privileges to the citizens, and towards the end of the charter are these words: "And the Citizens of London may have their chafes to hunt, as well and as fully as their anceltors have had, (that is to fay) in Chiltre, and in Middlesex, and Surry." Henry II. confirms the Citizens, "That they may have their huntings where foever they had the fame in the time of his grandfather Hen.I.” King Richard 1. King John, and Henry III. grant the Citizens their huntings, or rather confirm the privilege, all referring to the charter of Henry I. It is well known that King Charles the IId, in the 15th year of his reign, confirmed all the City Charters in a very particular manner; and here all authority tops as to hunting. I make no doubt but at the time thefe Charters were made, there were in the counties named, chases belonging to the Crown, where the King, in order to pleafe the Londoners, gave them leave to hunt. The very tile and manner of the Charter of Henryok, plainły ] fhew it as a matter of favour, may have their chales to hunt. In about feven years after King Charles had confirmed to the Citizens all their liberties and privileges, the Qualification Act was made, enacting, "That all and every perfon, hot having lands and tenements, or fome other estate of inheritance, in his own or his wife's right, of the clear yearly value of tool per annum, or for term of life, or having leafe for 99 years, For longer term, of the yearly value of 150. other than the fons and heir of an Esquire, or perfon of higher degice, or the owners, &c. of forefts, åre declared to be unqualified perfons." There is no refervation or exception for the Citizens of London in this Act. Sub criptions for the relief of the futf-reis are taken in by Meffieurs Backwell and Co. in Pall mais; - Mefl'. Child and Co. Sir Jofeph Hankey & Co. Sir Charles Afgill and Co. Sir Richard Glynn and Co. Brown and Collinson ; Fuller and Co. and Lee and Aytons, Ged of William and Mary, to reverse a P.S. There was a ftatute made, the Bankers in the City. judgment given in the Court of King's Bench against the Mayor, Aldermen, Ec. of London; and by that ftatute, all the privileges which had been for feited, were granted and confirmed; but the privilege of hunting, being taken away by the Qualification Act, the re grant and confirmation can only extend to the privileges the Citizens had a legal right to at that time. Remarks on a juppojed Privilege of the A S it is a received notion among many of the citizens of London, at they have a right to hunt and Shoot in Middlesex, Surry, and part of Hertfordshire, arifing from their char. H ters; being a lover of hunting, I have been induced to look into the Jaws relative to this generous fport. I find the first charter that takes A part of Hertfordshire, neat St Albans, Difpel the gloomy thoughts that roll Within my pensive breast. In thee the flave forgets his chains, Nor for loft freedom pines; The love-fick fwain from anxious pains. -A hort releasement finds, Sleep Come, gentle and close mine eyes, I may a-while fufpend my fighs, -Reftore fair Celia to my arms; With rapture let me gaze On looks that vie with fummer's charms, And Sol's refulgent rays. ⠀ # O'er flow'ry lawn, and verdant mead, And bleating lambs around us feed, -Or underneath fome myrtle fhade, While Love our theme fupplies. Thofe tender strains still may I hear *From her soft lips that fell, When trembling with a lover's fear, bad the nymph farewell. Since waking I am ne'er at reft, But endless griet sustain; If thus in thee I can be bleft,' 941 Ne'er let me wake again. - Bangsbom 80w 4 To SOLITUDE; in imitation of MILTON, OM Enferious SOLITUDE along, And liften to thy wot'ry's fong, Thro' flow'ry meads, 'long filver freams, Roves unreftrain'd, and dares to climb Come penfive power, and as we go With folemn pace, demure, and flow, Thro' the arch'd bow'rs and glimmering glades ནོ Dusky, and unfrequented, shades And from his airy heights call down, In all her genuine graces dieft, Such as when firft from heav'n fhe came To warm us with her holy flame; Ere dull enthusiasts had veil'd Her form, and all her charms, conceal'd, Religion bring-the queen of night, (She erft did from her orb defcend And blefs us with a fotter day While the fairy elves are feen,) Dancing on th' enamel'd green, -Marking a myfterious.ring: With Oberon their pigmy king, it And his blithe queen-the thepherd (pies. Them as from field he homeward hies, And while aghaft, he ftands with feary Arial mufick charms his ear. Come, let us trace the pathlefs glade, And penetrate the darkeft fhade; And in fome intertwisted bows, Spend the aweful midnight hour; Yon diftant waterfall does roll Down the hoar cliffs, and wakes the foul To thoughts fublime, and heav'nly musing; Trivial terrene things refufing, On indefatigable wings 2 Upborne, aloft from earth the fprings, And to the empyreal heav'ns does tife! While thus in pleasingvitions.wrapt shestrays, B. FOWLER. A beau, and a child, may in this be compard Blood, madam, I'll cut the rogue's throat :" His learning juft ferves him to read a new fong, Or chatter a sentence of French; [wrong, And what tho' 'em both he pronounces quite 'Tis enough for his barber and wench. Of Venus, and Cupid, and arrows, and darts, His tongue never ceafing runs on; "Thofe eyes, my fweet angel, like (words pierce our hearts, m [ces, Oh, close them, or else I'm undone !" Add to thefe a few fcraps of our modern romanFrom Grandifon, Ramble or Briggs; Three dozen at least of new country dances, With minuets, louvres, and jiggs. O yes! I give notice, if any one know More virtues than these we have reckon'd ;' Let him fend us the name and abode of his beau, To add in edition, the second. Thus accomplished a captain, a knight,or a fquire, How great are his merit and charms; See ladies in troops his perfections admire, And wish extasy spring to his arms ! A HUMANITY. Humani nibil alienum. 1 ATERY H me! how little knows the human heart, The pleafing task of foft'ning others woe, Stranger to joys that pity can imparta And tears sweet fympathy can teach to flow. If e'er I've mourn'd my humble, lowly ftate, If e'er I've bow'd my knee at Fortune's thrine, If e'er a with efcap'd me to be great, The fervent pray's, Humanity, was thine. Perith that man who hears the piteous tale Unmov'd, to whom the heart-felt glow's unknown; [rail, On whom the widow's plaints could ne'er preNor made the injur'd wretch's caufe his own. How little knows he the extatic joy, The thrilling blifs of chearing wan despair? How little knows the pleasing warm employ, That calls the grateful tribute of a tear. The fplendid dome, the vaulted roof to rear, The glare of pride and pomp, be grandeur thine, To wipe from mis'ry's eye the wailing tear, And foothe the oppreffed orphan's woes, be mine, Be't mine the blush of modeft worth to fpare To change to files affiction's rifing figh, The kindred warmth of charity to share. Till joy Ball sparkle from the tear fil'd eye, Can the loud laugh, the mirth inspiring bowl, The dance, or choral fons, for joc and glee, Affect the glowing, fympathizing foul?'s Or warm the breaft. Humanity, like thee. The pallid toward's heart thou fcom' to bear, Thy feat's the gen'rous bofom of the braves The fame bold warmth that bids the valiast dare, Bids him the trembling, proftrate villiga fayė. Not all the laurels on great Cæsar's brown „DnA Not all the honour Rome to pay him Brove, Could fuch a glorious, deathlefs meed bestow As the fair wreath that meek ey'd merey wore Shall murd'rous conqueft paint the path to fame? Shall feenes of ravage fill employ the mufe? And fhall not tender mercy have her claim? The palm to her fall fill the fong refuse? Ah no! The prowess of the hero's sword, (When but to rapine and to waste confia'd): The fhouts of triumph caning name afford, w No title Jike, THE FATHER OF MANKIND. Young Ammon's, or the Swedia Charlés's fame, May win the wonder of the unthinkinglerówd, But reafon's fober voice shall fill próɑbimy H "The paths to glory are sit wet with blood,” To purge an impious, bold, offending sacer? The flagnate poifon-breeding air to cleanfe, Th' indignant father bids his wrath take place, A conq'ror now, and now a whirlwind fends. Relenting then, he bids the forms afwage, And loa Titus, or a Brusfuic reigns Juftice and mercy bless the happy age. And peace and plenty chear the imiling plains. Verfes written by an Officer to a Lady, who de fired to fee fome of bis Poetry Eyday! as challenge! and to write In A HI thought my burfinefs was to fight.: However, to oblige the lady as b'isamuan i Nor e'en the chandler's fhop will truft Then make it not for pity common; Verses written in April 1766.9 Ound ker vaft circle the big Earth has roll'd, R Now, twenty times and thrice, fance fict thefe lungs The vital breeze inhal'd; fince of the fiream, Hath liberal pour'd out on her all his stores; While to the universal groan her ear Has liften'd with delight. The earth herself war But thee, dear native ine! Nor peftilence, Nor proud oppreffion (fave her private wrongs) Nor hortid earthquake, not yet war, grim fury! Has harm'd. For providence has fimil'd on thee. Yet other evils still have hover'd round me, touch'digital Tho' juftice bad them) fiege, the guilty wretch; For everlating mercy acquiefced not, Oh, thou eternal love! From whom I drew My frail exiftence; by whofe kind support I fiti have been upheid; who oft haft fed me With comfort and with joy; to whom I owe All that from fatred friendship I receive, And every tender tie: Oh, add to these The pardon of my base ingratitude! Oh, hear a faviour's blood intreat for me! And, henceforth never let me more offend thee; But Lamp thy faered image on my foul! Stanzas written in Kensington Gardens. "S Cap'd Cap'd from their fhops, here tinfei'd cits repair, And breathe, when Sunday dawns, the purer air. Seeks, with the blufhing maid, the filent grove, Penfive and fad, pursues the muses train, Bred to the camp, with scarce a single groat, Here the starch prieft (his ev'ning lecture o'er) Unpolish'd clowns, in couples wafted here, Verfes found banging up on a Tablet in the Temple of Venus, in Lord Jerfey's Word, at Middleton Stoney; by Mr Whitehead, an phases Ο Uifque es, 0 Juvenis, noftro vagus advena luco, Cui cor eft tenerum exique prelia comes. Quifquis es, ab fugias; bie fuadent omnia amorem, Inque caufa bae latitans omnia fuader amor s Afpice flore capri quam circum aftringitur ilex Hærenti amplexu et luxuriante comâ : Sylva tegit tacitum fternit tibi lana subilaz Aut tumet in vimos maliter herba caros Si quis adeft, fabitum dant tintinnabula fignum, TRANSLATION. A. youthful franger to this fatal grove. า Lift of Books published ; with Remarks, ** DES, dedicated to the Hon. Cha. Yorke, by Robert Andrews, 24thor of the English Virgil; dedicated to the Hon. Booth Grey, Efq; Baskerville 11. 6d. Thefe odes are fuch as no man could write but the tranflator of Virgil, the tranflation is fuch as no man could write but the author of thefe odes. If there are any critics as different from all other critics, as this writer of verfe is from all other wri. ters of verfe, to them we consign him and his works; for they are no more the objects of the common criticism of this world, than if they had been produced in Jupiter or Saturn. The following ode may ferve as a fpecimen; thofe that like it may commend the poetry ; those that understand it, the fenfe. MERCURY On lofing my pocket Milton at Lufs, near Lufs be for ever funk beneath Ben's horrors piled around! Sun's livening ray ne'er pierce thy gloom! Boatswain to Cerberus ! Mouth of th' Avernian gulf be thou! came, and fmiling. I Thy pillow's treasure stole. M. no more be Fancy's fount w'd erftacies. Phochu ordain'd: prefenting fee 2 The poor man's prayer, addreffed to the E of Chatbem; an elegy. T. Payne, This elegy is faid, in the title page, to be written by Simon Hedge, a Kenti labourer ; but, though it is written in the character of a labourer, the character is manifeftly affumed. It is not without merit; the flanzas in general are both pisturesque and pathetic. The following extract will ferve as a fpecimen of the verfification : In every port the vessel rides secure, That wafts our harvest to a foreign fhore; While we the pangs of preffing want endure, The fons of strangers riot on our fore. Ŏ generous Chatham, step thofe fatal fails, Once more, with outftretch'd arm, thy Britant lave i Th' unheeding crew but waite for fav'ring galesp O flop them, e'er they frem Jalia's wave. From thee, alone, I hope for inffant aid, 'Tis thou alone canft fave my children's breath; O deem not little of our cruel need, O hafte to help us, for delay is death. 3. An Effay on Patriotism, in' the Aile' and manner of Mr Pope's Efay on Man; infcribed to the E, of Chatbam. is Withics This is rather a parody of the Essay on Man, than an imitation of its Are and manner, as the reader will fee by the following extract, by which the will alfo be able to determine the merit of the piece. Pleasures are ever in our hands and eyes, "As man, perhaps, whch first he draws his "Receives the lurking principle of death, Ambition, av rice, love of pelf or crown 4. Pynfent's ghoft, a parody on the ce lebrated ballad of William and Margaret. Of this piece the following fkanzas are the best :——Pynfext's ghost speaks, the disaste "How could you fay the cause was good, "And yet that cause forfake 679 20 "How could you say you fought not gold, "Yet gold on all ɓdes take 25 at duw al "Why did you promise patriot scares, i en tum "And not that promife keep? "Why did you grieve for Albion's tears, "Yet leave her fons to weep ? 1 "How could you wear, your country's love "Did o'er your breaft prevail? "And why did I, old, deating fool! "Believe the lying tale? "But look!-some dæmon placks me hence, "A damn'd ill-tion'd adieu !---"Come fee, falle wretch, how low he lies, "Who left his wealth to you." 5. The coach-drivers, a politic comic opera. 11. Flexney. In this performance, though apparently negligent and hafty, there is a strain of true humour; it is embellished allo with two cuts, which, though rude coarte sketches, are yet mafterly; the caricaturas are striking, and the expreffions just. The perfons are, Hayes and Sawnry, drivers of the coach. |