Go on fweet bards, and teach the world to know,
Religion, virtue, truth, is blifs below."

2. On a Country-Life. By Mr. JACKSON, of Hutton-Rudby.
Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis. Hor. 2d Ep.

Bleft he who feeks not fordid gains, | Will ev'ry morning early rife,

But a good name and peace obtains:
Enjoying a few acres, round
A manfion neat, of fertile ground
Where routing moles are feldom
found:

Hath cocks and hens and eggs in ftore,
And blushes not to feed the poor.
Who from a jug of leap-year ale,
To pour a goblet will not fail;
But like a gentleman, his friend
Will treat, and ever ftrive to mend.
The laws his guide, from vice to
fwerve,

And the commandments to obferve;
No fedan-chair to church he needs,
But there on foot each funday speeds:

And with the birds falute the skies:
And if a fair of honeft fame,
Or fuch as the Apulian dame
He wed, the bridemaids next attend,
The rofe or buckles graces lend,
And glitter as the northern light
Or rainbow in its fplend d height,
Or garland on the maypole high.
With tow'ring top as in the sky.
The happy pair, next morning on,
Blefs yesterday that made them one,
When they on parchment feal'd and
fign'd
[twin'd.
And Hymen both their hearts en-
The news is to the printer fent,
And they in fackcloth ne'er repent,

By Supreme of earth and heav'n,
To wed, increase, and multiply,
And every obftacle pafs by.
But a fet of ufelefs creatures,
Only human in their features,
Ridicule, and overawe

3. Advice to Bachelors. By Mr. W. WATKINS, Eng. Sol.
'Tis eleven years to-morrow
Since I bade adieu to forrow
And at Hymen's hallow'd thrine
Held my Chloe's hand in mine.
Farewell days of toil and anguish,
Nothing now can make me languish.
Happiness and fcenes of pleasure,
Boundless as Canary's treafure,
Now continually repair,

To crown the ever conftant fair.
What to me are eggs or buckles,
Northern-lights, or ruffled knuckles,
Mole-bills, parchment-bond or blafbes,
Rainbow, leap-year, cart or rushes,
Subtile names, fat cock and bacon?
Silly trifles all forfaken.
Know, the great command was giv'n,

4. Billy fent to fchool. This morning comes once in four year, So hafte away to fchool, my dear, The how'r is o'er, the bow how bright!

The juftnefs of the facred law:
At marriage laugh, condemn untry'd,
Hymen's antient rights deride;
Mindlefs of the force of evil,
Born on paffions quite uncivil,
Far beyond the bounds of reafon,
Wafle away the blooming feason !
But, O batchelors! beware
How ye wrong the virtuous fair :
Left a fad impreffion blaft
All your blooming hopes at laft.
By Mr. G. BRENTNALL.

How awful was the north laft night!
With Dicky's fowl-cart pray don't
Alay,

Nor the mole-catcher in your way;
Nor feeking bird eggs in the bush,
For if too late you'll furely blu.

Time paft can't be recall'd you know, Wake early as the cock fhall crow: Buckle your fhoes, and be intent, (Printed on paper or parchment) Keep the fchool laws, let nene you blame, [name: And God's commands, get a good Then you '11 be, Billy, when you die, Happy and glorify'd on high. B 2 5. Gripus,

By Mr. T. BRADBERRY.

He faid, and weeping kifs'd them
Tho' in the law it ftands, [o'er
Thou shalt not any thing adore
That has been made with hands.
So deep immur'd, with aching breaft,
Like fome poor bird bereav'd
Of all the darlings of its neft,
Juft fo old Gripus griev'd.
Equipp'd at length with coat and wig,
[torn, Of thirty years good wear,

5. Gripus, part the 1ft.
At Fowlcart, that I think's the name,
A place of fmall renown,
If I be wrong, the printer blame,
He faid that was the town:
There liv'd however, I'll maintain,
A fordid fon of care,
Who egg'd by trong defire of gain
To London would repair. [the morn,
Thrice crow'd the cock, fair blush'd
A rainbow deck'd the fky,
When Gripus, by ftrong paffions
Thus to himself did cry.
And must I leave thee, lovely hoard,
First object of my heart,
In thee my hopes and joys are ftor'd,
How can I then depart. [deep,
Mole-like beneath earth's furface
I've work'd for thee a place,
My eyes can never ceafe to weep,
While abfent from thy face.
In leap-year laft, as yesterday,
The plan I first defign'd,
To hafte to town, and bring away
Some parchments left behind.

6. Reflections. By Mr.

'Tis true, they were fomewhat too
And grown a little bare. [big,
A leathern thong did buckles fpare,
His pockets ftuff'd with bread,
Which he for months had cribb'd with
As day by day he fed. [care,
Thus fitted out, he trudg'd away
On foot, expence to fpare,
But ah! too foon departs the day,
And wakes anew his care.
Dark had it been, but in the sky
The northern lights appear,
Fear rack'd his foul, but afk you why?
You'll fee, perhaps, next year.

T. BAKER, of Nuneaton.

For good, wife ends unerring Might | And, feated in the chair of joy,
Created every thing aright.
The egg by name contains the young
Of the canary whence it fprung.
Pleafing's the blush of innocence,
Tho' moles are black and give offence.
But the chief view of man fhou'd be
Preparing for eternity.
Tho' Simon wedded blooming
The 29th of February,
Like dunghill cocks, their
Return again to native duft ;
As northern lights evanid be;
Yet fouls fhall laft eternally:
Their buckler is not to be driv'n
To break the wife commands
Heav'n.

Mary [muft

bodies

of

Who yesterday faw not mif-spent,
May meet the morrow with content.

The printer's libels may defy.
Give me the man, whofe lib'ral views
Delight and harmony diffufe:
Who acts on friendship's worthy plan,
And does to all what good he can.
Heav'n's bow ftill indicates that we
Should live in love and unity;
And yet, how oft by parchment deeds,
And law abus'd, the widow bleeds!
By wicked fraud fhe out is hurl'd,
Di'mond cut di'mond thro' the world.
Yet tho' a day may feem to fmile
Upon the blackeft heart of guile;
Yet foon the aweful time appears,
When life goes out with fighs and

tears.

But, Mufe, forbear, the good and wife
Have ftill God's fear before their eyes.

7. Rural Life. By Mr. A. GLENDENNING, of Morpeth.

Moft happy of this tranfitory, race, | Is he who calmly leads a rural life,

Who

Who dwells fecure in fome fequeftred (The decalogue has not forgot to fay, place, [ftrife. Firft by a mother taught, at reafon's Unknown to care, to envy, and to dawn,

[age,

[engage.

[the day. The cock's fhrill matin wakes him When hornbook was the labour of from his reft, In cheerful mood he spends his To tafte the fweet exhilarating gale, lengthen'd years, Ere yet the rofy blush adorns the At plough or cart the work of riper eaft, Nor the fallacious lawyer's cunning. fears; Refulgent rainbows more his mind Who would not wish for a calm life like this? [breaft, Or the canary ftretch his vocal ftring, As riot's fons like moles and bats creep The acts of yesterday ne'er gall the home, [new-blown fpring. Imprinted virtue, like elifium's blifs, He comes from reft, fresh as the Sooths every throbbing passion into Carelefs for buckles, whistling o'er

The borealis lights him thro' the vale. The brooding fylvans fcarcely leave their dome,

the lawn,

reft.

A Fable. By Mr. J. WALTON.
The greater villain at the heart.
For only yesterday at morn,

8. The Game-cock and Mole. As o'er the plain the cock eftray'd, In all the pride of pomp array'd; A purblind mole was bufy there, Amid the mead her heap to rear. And thus the cock addrefs'd the mole, While hot at work within her hole. Thou fad mifchievous lawless thing, Blush at thy faults, that ruin bring; It is thy work throughout the year, To fpoil the gardens every where. The northern light, the pearly dew, The rainbow's tints of brighteft hue, Mere names to thee, charm not thy fight, [light: Who scarce canft fee the glorious But juftice shall, or foon or late, Exert her pow'r, and feal thy fate. So fpake the cock amid his dames, And thus the fleek-fkin'd mole ex-What pride would never let thee fee.

I faw thee filch another's corn.
And thou, and all to thee ally'd,
Wou'd fpoil each garden in its pride.
Cover'd with fkin, and fill'd with ftore
Of eggs, and placed at the door
Upon a cart, I lately faw
Thee perch to raise thy fhrilly jaw;
And down came all the brittle ware,
And off tole thou with thievith stare.
But, what is worse than all befides,
The printer culls thee from thy brides,
To buckle to in warlike plight,
And kill thy brother in the fight.
And thou art willing, filly tool!
To break commands, and be a fool.
Then ceafe thy noife and learn of me

Thus far the mole: the cock at laft
Convicted flood, and look'd aghaft.
So'tis that men, the truth to fmother,
Cry up the faults of one another.

By Mr. W. BOSWELL.
He can on molebill tafte the fweets of
life.
[light,

9. The Honeft Man. "Of mortals happieft he whofe life's upright," Egg'd on by virtue, his fupreme deIs to his Makers Name to give due praise ; [pays; Nor blushes when he facred homage By this of reft fecur'd debarr'd from ftrife,

Fordays biffextile he will not contend,
But glides ferenely onto his life's end.
The dulcet fylvan choir and northern
light,

Are proof to him of great Jehovah's
might.

Not

Nor at the cock inflames his feady To manfons fine, or maypoles lays no - brain, [plain, claim, [aim. But with steel buckles traveries the A well-pent funday is his highest As with the decalogue he paves his My ftars above, whofe luftre far [terday, outvies,

way,

[eyes, Needs not repent for derds done yef- The brightest goblet e'er beheld with Will covet no fedan, no rainbow fear, Where'er I am, if on yon tempe Parchment he needs not, but of law rate plain,

aware;

Trafting in his uprightness, he defies The printer's libels prone to vice and lies.

As virtue is his guidepoft from above, He heeds not Jackcloth or the bridemaid's love.

man,

The humble fervant of fome gentleOr where the fcorching fun inceffant rolls,

Or in the climate of the frigid poles, Grant me devoid of ftrife a calm re[compleat."

treat,
And life like his-then my requeft's

10. The Answers. By Mr. JOHN FILDES, of Liverpool.
I hir'd no Jedan yesterday, being winter;

But for a new Diary I went to the printer.

Found a mole, that within the cold earth makes its den;
And an egg, and canary-birds both cock and hen;
Allo freamers that make the sky blush in the night,
And a rainbow, that for a few minutes looks bright.
The law and commandments without parchment written;
And buckles that many a finger have bitten.
The year feventeen hundred ninety and two
Ja bifextile named, and 'tis certainly true

That according to rule, will be furely no more,

Except one, 'till the year eighteen hundred and four.

11. Diftichs in Order. By Mr. PIKE HARDY, of Hickling. In queft of eggs the youngster roves. Some wear large buckles, others bands, O'er verdant meads, thro' lofty groves. A worthy rame we fhou'd prize more Than nifers heaps of thing ore. But bhfb efs villains like the mole, The whole leap-year for mitchief frole.

As fickle fashion now commands. Who yesterday did well employ, To-morrow better may enjoy. For coach or chair the cocknies call, When rainbow how`rs in London fall. By parchment, paper, ink, and quill Canary birds, with fwelling throats, Attornies oft their purfes fill. To harmony attune their notes. Lavinius! you justly draw, When northern lights firft deck'd the The diffrent ufes of the latu. fries, [prize. And Heary Le in neat-diuguife" The world was ftruck with great fur-Wraps up a printer for the prize. While mortals fleep their time away, So are they all before your eyes.

The cock proclaims the new-born day.

12. Thoughts on the return of Spring. By Mr. BURROW.
Hail blooming, odoriferous, healthful spring!

What printer or what painter draws like thee?
Their's are the name, law, parchment, not the thing;
But thine the egg, the bird, the plant, the tree.

Ye bluing beauties of the youthful year,
That ope your fragrant bloffome to the day,

That

That clad in all the pride of spring appear,

And fleep'd in dew your filken leaves difplay:
Tho' nature's richest vestments you adorn,
Sparkling like diamond-buckles to the fight,
You 're but the joys that yesterday were born;
And fade like Iris, or the northern light.
The featber'd fongflers, the cart-drawing train,
The village cock that hails biffextile day,
At the appointed feafon quit the plain,
For in few years all vanish and decay.
Then let not Fancy, ever varying dame,
Millead in devious tracks of wild deceit ;
Let Reason's just commands, and honeft Fame,
Lead on to light and Truth's defir'd retreat.
For ever changing, yet in change the fame,

Age waftes the body with unfeen decay :
But juft and good, that fpark of heavenly flame
The Chriftian foul fhall bloom in future day.
Relentless death no more his baleful dew

Shall fhed on those fafe landed on that shore;
But pleas'd Reflection will her themes renew,

And smile when grief and ruin are no more.

Room will not admit of the ingenious general anfwers by Mr. Boyers of Horncastle, Mr. J. Cowing of Newcastle, Mr. John Thomas Hugbes of Cotherstone, T. J. of Sebergham, Juvenis of Oufebridge School, Mr. S. Oliver of Lutterworth, Mr. T. Nield of Hawarden, Mr. J. Pegg of Kegworth, and Mr. W. Swift of Stow.

ANSWERS to the PRIZE ENIGMA, REBUSES, &c.

1. The Weatherwise Birmingham Almanack Maker. By Mr. BAKER.
As I with ftrange characters all things fet out,
And cuftomers think me a wifeman no doubt;
Tho' in truth I am wrong every month in the year,
And when I say wet, it proves pleasant and fair.
So I conftantly blunder both fummer and winter,
And, with impudent face, lay the blame on the printer.

2. By Mr. J. TwEDDLE, of Kilvington."

Permit me, firs, to name your prize,
That feem'd fo dark before my eyes,
And puzzled me all winter:

3. Advice. By Mr. J.

Wifely awake in early morn,
O'er printers works your minds adorn
With fcience, and of Vice beware,

For if the truth I chance to mifs,
I furely may depend on this,
It will not reach the printer.
WARD, of Hinckley.
10 fhun the harlot's deadly fnare;
Let truth and virtue be your fpell,
And may you follow it full well.
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