4. By CEDIPUS, of Tho' Lee, well vers'd in myftic wiles, The printer's praife unrival'd fings, On him the Mufe propitious fmiles, And blooming wreaths of laurel brings;

Stockton upon Tees.
Lavinius, on wings of fame,
Thefe my first lays with candour
view,

It furely is my utmost aim,
To be approv'd of such as you.
5. To the Printer. By Mr. FILDES of Liverpool.

By the many new printers in diary made,
I fear you will very much hurt your own trade,
From the Editor foon you 'll but get little pelf,
Now you've found him with printers, he 'll print for himself.

6. Addrefs to one of his Pupils. Of vice beware, O gentle youth! And guide your thoughts to virtue, truth.

The naked clothe, the poor befriend,
And from your manfion potions fend.
Grant, on the firft of gentle May,
Your men and maids to dance and play.

By Mr. T. NIELD, of Hawarden,
But then on Sundays, oh! beware,
And to them read a folemn pray'r;
Let goblets ceafe, and drunkards go,
Nor e'er a bad example show.'
Then you, young gentleman, will be
Prepared for eternity.

7. On his Birth-day. By Mr. D. ROBARTS, of St. Columb. Years twenty-one fince firft my ar-But grieve to fee the fot on Sundayteries play'd, [part convey'd, night,

[fight! And quick'ning influence to each Empty the drunken goblet, hateful If I look back on my paft fcenes of Regardlefs of his manfion or his call, [plaguing ftrife, Who placed the band-writing on the

life,

Now plung'd in ills, now vex'd with wall.

borious I

Tho' young in years, in works la-Ye ftupid fons of folly, O beware! Humble yourfelves in fackcloth melt in prayer. [precious blood Think, turn, confide in him, whofe [reap the fpoil. A ranfom is: his work was doing

May truly fay, that many I outvie
Of riper years: for know I'm doom'd

to toil,

good.

In earth's dark womb, while others Lipan, But far from grieving at relentlefs O may I then fo ufe my earthly fate, [elate, Whether I wed or live a fingle-man, I read the Diaries with a mind Be it my hope, my truft, my care, Can without vice fee bridemaids on that I

May day,

[gay Another life enjoy beyond the sky.

Dance round the maypole, innocently!

New ENIGMAs to be answered next YEAR.

1. ENIGMA 513, by ATTICUS, of Bingham.

I'll not in enigmatic guife,
To puzzle both the weak and wife,
Defcribe myself of monftrous fhape,
Refembling either bear or ape;

Nor am I hydra or the sphinx,
Count him a blockhead who fo
thinks;
[nigh,
Yet not too bold come not too
Far, far from me let children fly;
Lef

Let aged, and let drunken men,
Beware my dark and difmal den,
So fhall they 'fcape a cruel fate,
Nor grieve their friends when 'tis
too late.

And yet I ne'er was known to kill,
Nor ever thall from principle;
If I damp out the flame of life,
And rob a husband of his wife,
If men or beafts become my prey,
The fault's not mine, incautious they,
'Tis fate, 'tis folly, or 'tis chance,
'Tis rathness, or 'tis ignorance.
Obferve me well, and you 'll agree
Mankind is much oblig'd to me;
My neighbours oft around me ftand,
And take me kindly by the hand;
Both men and maids a comely bevy,
Attend at ftated times, my levee,
And, what few minifters can fay,
I fend all fatisfy'd away.
Difeafes too I fometimes cure,

Readers, once more to try your wit,
I am akin to William Pitt;
Tho' lowly I, tho' lofty he,
The fame our birth and pedigree,
As for our names without more fufs,*
Tho' different they're fynonymous.
When fortune, that blind fickle
wench,

Drives coufin Billy from the bench,
And if the will to-morrow let her,
So in his room the place a better,
May honeft Britons all agree,
His plans have ended, or d'ye fee,
Were meant at leaft to end in me.
Well, gents, now fure you know my

name

}

But if you don't perceive the fame, And yet wou'd know the reason why? 'Tis 'caufe you 're not fo deep as 1; Your judgment fhould be clear and cool,

As I am form'd by nature's rule.

Well if fome faints were half fo And yet, my friends, there's little tear,

pure;

And he has little caufe to fret,

That owns me for his epithet.

Attend, dear gents, a drooping wea-
ry flave,
[crave;
Pity I beg, and kind affiftance
Such woes as mine would melt a

You'll guefs me ere another year;
'Till then I with each gentle dame,
Each rival for Diarian fame,
One meaning of my hidden name.

2. ENIGMA 514, by Mr. JoHN WYRILL, of Riccall.
Sometimes in fmiles he clothes his
ruthless face; [the place s
Then heartfelt joy a moment glads
But foon, alas! fucceeds a rugged
frown,
[are flown,
Then joy and pleafure inftantly
And direful apprehenfion fills each
breaft,
[ment's rett.

heart of stone, [my own.
At leaft, I'm fure they often melt
Egyptian bondage ne'er could equal
mine!

Confin'd, for thee, dear liberty, I pine,
Under a tyrant rigid and fevere;
Who feldom rules by love, but oft
by fear:
[will put,
Such burthens be on pygmy flaves
As better far would with Goliah fuit:
His ftern decrees he punctual fees
obey'd, [fcorpions laid.
Elfe on his fives are whips and
Befides me abject, many a fimple
elf,
[himfelf
All hate the tyrant, tho' he prides
On our fubmiffion, and will oft avow,
'Tis for our good when he bestows a
blow.

And cries and tears fucceed the mo-
'Tis true fome flaves are treated lefs
fevere,
[equal fear,
But there are fav'ites, and with
We dread thofe minions, whofe in-
fuiting pow'

Is chiefly us'd or happiness to four
Yet fuch our hearts, we each cou'd
with their place,
[grace.
That we might tyrannize with equal
Dear gents, would you our flavery
behold;

Look back to what you were in days
of old.

3. ENIGMA

3. ENIGMA 515, by Mr. S. OLIVER, of Lutterworth.

In gorgeous pomp and youthful pride,
I grac'd my beauteous mother's fide,
From thence by bloody man was
torn,

Mid cries of parent now forlorn:
My woes began, my cafe how hard!
From chearful day was then debarr'd.
If you Calcutta woes conceive,
How I am us'd you may believe:
For worse than they, or galley flave,
I'm bound with hundreds in a cave.
Such torments hardly ever known,

The cauldron fierce, and torrid zone I brave, then flay'd and mangled fore, My entrails from my body tore; My tongue is flit, and now I talk: Erect I ftand, I cannot walk. In roftrum built on purpose for me. In certain hands molt men abhor me. 'Tis faid, I both can kill and fave, Altho' myself am but a flave. Some hate my actions, fome commend, [friend. I'm, Gents, your fervant and your 4. ENIGMA 516, by Mr. JOHN FILDES, of Liverpool. kind Gents, while I to Sometimes upon a horse I ride; [through, At others, thro' the waters glide. Relate the fcenes that I've gone By cooks I'm like a turnip boil'd, Then find me out or rack your But if they roaft me I am spoil'd. 'Twere well would fome of me be

Give ear, you

brains,

5. ENIGMA 517, by Mr. J.
Room, room, ye fage Diarian bards,
Here comes a frisking blade;
Who's nimble, neat, and all complete,
To ferve an honeft trade.
I'm fometimes here, and fometimes
So prone am I to roam. [there,
But if you'd know the whole of me,
I feldom go from home.

ware

For thoufands daily I infnare,
And thousands too I guard, or they
From you would quickly go aftray.

WALTON, of Allendale.
Quick thro' the lawn, I wing my way,
My mafter's mind to pleafe;
But when I've done, I must return,
So I get little ease.

More might be faid, but I'm afraid
The elf will fhew his nofe.
Well may ye fare, until next year
No more I will difclofe.

6. ENIGMA 518, by Mr. W. LEE, of Sheffield.
My voice is terrible to hear,
Strikes fome with courage, fome

In every age from time to time,
In every city, town, and clime,
I various thapes and ways purfue,
And chear full many a daunted crew.
The merry dames, maids great and
fmall,

Nay grooms on my affiftance call;
I thoufands of a certain race,
Support and guide in fwifteft chace.

with fear,
[year.
I've flain ten thoufands in one
in realms of Prefter John, I'm found
Belov'd by all the country round.
Of greater travels Anfon never
boafted,
[coafted.
For I all quarters of the globe have

7. ENIGMA 519, by Mr. W. SWIFT, of Stow.
But never at noon-day;
Ye Gents, what am I? Say.

Compos'd of dark and light,
And feen both morn and night,

8. NIG.

8. ENIGMA 520, by
Diarian bards, you one behold
Barter'd for filver, not for gold.
His fpangled robe all torn before,
Defil'd with dirt and red with gore
Defam'd, reproach'd, bely'd,confin'd,
How hard it preffes on the mind!
When basking in the funny beam,
How he cou'd then of glory dream
Bat good from ill may fometimes
Spring,

And of a peafant make a king.

Mr. Gzo. BRENTNALL.

But great in pow'r, ungrateful friends,
Whom great diftrefs for fuccour fends,
How generous this is! to forgive,
:And let the guilty wretches live:
Nay more, with bleffings crown their
days,

Teach, by example, wisdom's ways,
And yet he was no more than man,
You may believe it if you can,
Tho' kept for ages above ground,
When death and heav'n the hero
crown'd.

9. ENIGMA 521, by Mr. W. Bos WELL, of Riccall.

From ancient times I had my name,
To man I owe my birth,
The brutes make up part of my
frame,

The reft fprings from the earth.
It is well known I'm of great ufe,
My faults too I must own,
Therefore, dear Gents, grant me
excufe

And all my wishes crown. Always while I confume my food, My countenance looks bright, But afterwards I change my mood, And look as black as night.

Sometimes when man's in dire dif-
trefs,

I him from dangers free,
And oft the thief can't gain accefs,
Without the aid of me.
Often I flaunt with fhining beaux,
And perfons of great name;
As oft to obfcure places go,

With peasants of fmall fame.
Life's chief fupport in man or beaft,
Is my chief enemy,.
'Tis in grim night I go from reft,
The fun I feldom fee.

10. ENIGMA 522, by Mr. T. BRADBERRY.

My fire! but birth and pedigree are
vain,
this explain.
France, and the Rights of Man' will
O Liberty! thou dear abused name,
Shall rapine, murder, lay to thee a
[free!

claim?

Muft men be favages to make them
What then fociety becomes of thee,
No more alas, wou'd be the ufe of me.
Stedfaft to truth, I faithfully each day,
By preceptsplain, fhew erring man his

way.

Or men of fcience and of hufinefs too,
Would frequent doubt the track they

fhould pursue.
But where's the glafs (fay, artifts, if
ye know)
[thew?
That can by night my ufeful maxims
Save when the moon, in fplendor
deck'd fo gay,
Reflects a light but little thort of
day;

'Tis then perhaps fome lovelorn
youth I aid, [tant maid.
Who fteals to find his far, far dif-
But lo! the clowns as I my arms
extend
[friend,
To fhew how willingly I'd be their
Impatient ftare, not knowing what
1 fay,
[aftray.
Give me a curfe, and go no doubt
But let me whifper, for lo! one ap-
pears,
[for years:
Who has been deem'd a man of wit
He calls me parson, with what juf-
tice, fay?

Because like them I teach loft man
his way.
[his head,
True he rejoins, and archly shakes
You fhew the way you never mean
[his mind?
Afk you why fatire thus employs
Because his rector takes his tythe in
kind.

to tread.

It may be fo, but what is that to me,

Who never coft him the most trifling

fee?

11. ENIGMA 523, by Mr. D. ROBARTS.

recourfe:

To you, Diarians, the lays belong, All ranks and ftations to us have To you we pay this tributary fong. [the fource. If from mankind we fift receiv'd Of wisdom, learning, we are deem'd our birth, [on earth, We tell the wonders antiently begun, Or by immortals firft were brought Or how the planets circle round the Imperious man our dictates must

[Pope,

Sun. obey, [fway. Perufe the works of Milton, Gay and And own the force of our extenfive We gave their warmeft wishes ample See round the globe our matchlefs fcope.

[befriend;

pow'r extend, [friend. A thoufand diff'rent ways mankind We fome depreciate, and tome be-And on us arts and fciences depend. 12. ENIGMA 524, by Mr. T. NIELD, of Hawarden. While foaring fancy is upon the wing, 'Mid love and joy and harmony comMake good my with, Apollo, touch plete.

the ftring!

[roar, Perhaps on me fome foft delicious fair, See here lam, where foaming billows Reclining lies as rack'd with direful Or tempefts rife, and dafh from thore care.

to fhore;

[fail. While fome in love turn up the lanExtended I maintain the rude af- guid eye, [heave a figh. Alas! for England, if I chance to fail: Or fpread their hands, and seem to Ill-Ihapen fortune would afflict each But fee me now in quite a different. face [cafe: fcene, [dant green, One general woe, become a general See beauteous nymphs upon the ver But may we ne'er behold this dread- And vocal shepherds with their warb. [ferene. ling reeds,

ful scene. [liant deeds. So turn your eyes to fomething more And warlike heroes fam'd for vaAnd now behold me in a fnug re-But I'm the base and furbafe of the treat,

train,

[explain.

So to the world my name and worth

13. ENIGMA 525, by Mr. J. T. HUGHES, of Cotherstone. From heaven to earth I ftalk with I'm fraught with many ills indeed, mighty ftride, [wide, 'tis true, fin you. And o'er the world extend my empire Yet often blam'd when all the fault's To provethejuftice ofthisobfervation, Should fordid Gripus lofe his ftore, That in each breaft fome trouble

you'd find, [mankind. keeps its ftation. [ev'ry grace, He'd foon call me the bane of all Mifled by fhew, fome think that When eager armies meet upon the And every charm adorns my fmiling [obtain. face. [are with child, Each think thro' me the battle to And yet fome fay, when maidens When Catiline, with all-ton piring By me, curft me, they 're ruin'd and

plain,

band,

[band;

defil'd. [boy appears, Would ruin Rome, and her ennobled Nine months elaps'd, the chopping Icheck'd his wild ambition at a word, And I conduct him thro' revolving And fheath'd within him the avengyears. [Tyburn tree, ing fword. When juftice brings the rogue to When Trojan Hector with his He bleffes all his friends, but curfes mighty force,

me.

[courfe,

Oppos'd Achilles' fpear's unerring 'Twas