Item, I make the Scotchmen my Executors, who I doubt not) but with all Diligence will fee the Execution of this my laft Will and Teftament, and defire they will fee thefe my Legacies paid and performed immediately after my Decease. In Witnefs whereof, I, the faid Doctors Commons, have hereunto fet my Hand and Seal this Twentieth Day of December, in the Year of our Lord 1746.

Signed, Sealed, Publifhed, and Declared in the Presence of

W. C.

' R. P.

-B. K.

The Welshman's INVENTORY.

Han Infentory of the Couds of William Morgan, ap Renald, ap Hugh, ap Richard, ap Thomas, ap Evan, in the County of Glamorgan, Shentleman.

Mprimis, In the Pantry of Poultry (for her own. eating) one creat Pig four Week old, one Coofe, one Cock-gelding, two black Puddings, three Cow-foot.

Item, In the Pantry of Plate, one Cridiron, one Fripan, one Tripan, three wooden Ladle, three Cann.

Item, In the Napery, Two Towell, two Tablecloath, four Napkin, one for herselfe, one for her Wife Shone, two for Coufen Shon ap Powell and Thomas ap Hugh, when was come to her House.

Item, In the Wardrope, one Irish Rugg, one Frize Shirkin, one Sheep-fkin Tublet, two Irish Stockin, two Shooe, fix Leather-point.

Item, In the Tary, one toasting Shees, three oaten Cake, three Pint of Cow-milk, one Pound of Cow-putter.

Item,

Item, In the Kitchen, one Pan with white Curd, two white Pot, two Red Herring, nine Sprat.

Item, In the Cellar, one Firkin of Wiggan, two Gallon fower Sider, one Pint of Perry, one little Pottle of Carmarden Sack, alias Metheglin.

Item, In the Armoury of Weapon to kill her Enemy, one Pack-fword two Edge, two Welb Hook, three long Club, one Cunn, one Mousetrap.

Item, In the Garden, one Hed Carlike, nine Onion, twelve Leek, twelve Worm, fix Frogg. Item, In the Leafway, two tun Cow, one Moun tain Calf.

Item, In the Common Field, two Welsh Nag, twelve long-legg'd Sheep, fourteen and twenty Coat.

Item, In the Proom Clofe, three Robin Run-hole, four Hare, her own Coods if her can catch her.

Item, In the Parn, one half Heblet of Oate, feven Pea, two Pean.

Item, In the Study, (by Cot her was almost forgot ber) one Welfb Pible, two Almanack, one ErraPater, one Seven Champions, for St. Taffy's Sake, twelve Pallat, one Pedigree.

Item, In the Clofet, two Straw Hat, one Poufe. Item, In the Ped, two naked Pody, one Shirt, one Flannel-Smock at her Peds-hed,

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Item, More Cattle about the House, two Tog, three Cat, twelve Mouse (pox on her was eat her Toaft and Cheefe) 1000 white Flea with plack Pack.

Item, More Lumber about the Houfe, one Wife, two Shild, one call her plack Shack, and t'other little Morgan.

Item, In the Yard under the Wall, one Wheel, two Pucket, one Ladder, two Rope..

This Inventory taken note of in the prefence of ber own Cufen Rowland Merideth ap Howel, and Lowen in Morgan ap William, in Anno 1849, upon the ten and thirtieth of Shun.

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The above-named William Morgan died when her had lived threefcore and twenty Years, thirteen Months, one Week and feven Days.

A Note of fome Legacy of a great deal of Couds bequeathed to her Wife, and her two Shild, and all ber Cufens and Friends, and Kindred, in manner as followeth,

Mprimis, Was give her teer Wife Shone Morgau owl her Coods in the Ped, over the Ped, and under the Ped.

Item, Was give to her eldest Son Plack Shack 40 and 12 Cafd to play at Whipper-fhinny, 4 Ty to fheat her Cufen, befides owl her Land to the full Value of 20 and 10 Shillings 3 Groats per Annum.

Item, Was give to her fecond Son, Little Morgan ap Morgan, her fhort Ladder under the Wall in the Yard, and two Rope.

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Item, Was give to her Coufen Rowland Merideth ap Howel, and Lewel in Morgan, whom was made her Executor, full Power to pay owl her Tet when her can get Money.

Sealed and telivered in the prefence of Evan ap Richard, ap Shinkin ap Shone, ber own Cufen, the Tay and Year above-written.

A Modern LATIN O D E attempted in

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ENGLISH.

O qui recifa Finibus Indicis, &c.

IND Friend, with whom I Sip, and Smoke,
The finest Tea, and best Virginia;

Nor part until my Dofe I've took

Of Hermitage, or Mont Alcino:

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What

What fhall an empty Poet do

To pay the mighty Debt he owes you?
I'll Tap my Mufe and if but low

She runs, I'll Tilt her too to please you.

Old Horace, with a willing Mind,
(Affifting Muse, and Wind, and Weather,)
All but uncommon Flights difdain'd
And dipt his fancy'd Wings in Æther.

To joy his Patron's lufcious Hours,
He fung of Wenching and its Fuel;
How helpful Venus in Amours,
And her ungracious Rogue, how cruel.

And yet the Bard with richer Wine
His jolly Whistle never wetted;

Than from fome empty'd Flasks of Thine
I ftill am plentifully treated,

Nor did his Tufcan Knight e'er bear
To all the Arts a Friendship truer,
Nor was more bountiful, or dear
To him, than to your Odift you are.

O thou Top-Wit of all the Town,
The Court, and eke the H- of Cns,
Whom all the Mufes hang upon,
As thou'rt a conftant Hanger on 'em.

How do's my Marrow melt away,
And every lazy Vein beat quicker,
While gratefully in Memory

I bear thy Friendship and thy Liquor,

But, O my Spirits are too weak
To make the great Returns intended;
I cough, as if my Heart would break,
And wheeze like one that's broken-winded.

My fatal Hour is plainly come,
For want of like refreshing Dofes,
Which only you can fave me from,
And heap new Favours on the Muses,

'Tis done; and now I live again,
And 'feel returning Spirits moving:
Ever may you and Spouse remain
In Health, and the be ever loving.

Renew your Vigour, spent in Care,
with the foft Balm of her Careffes,
In all the Home Affairs of War;
And what's of greatest Weight her Gr's.

Fanny! the Pride of Marriage Sheets,
Beyond compare, whofe Hair, and Neck are,
Whose Lips breathe Everlafting Sweets,
And every Grace affift to deck her.

In fuch a Lot; how happy thou!
While, Wretch, for Molly I am wafting;
Whofe ftarry Eyes have fhot me through,
And harder Heart ftill keeps me fafting:

No other Girl will now go down,
The Tyrant's fent all elfe a packing;
My Heart is hers, and hers alone,
And yet within an Ace of breaking.

Hopeless and reftlefs, Night and Day,
I mourn the Rigour, of the Gipfy;
Nor can your Wine, and Pipes for me
Procure a Nap, tho' ne're fo tipfy.

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