1798. ] 
Yoad, when he was travelling to Oxford. 
He was a man of confiderable reading, 
and of great knowledge in antiquities ; 
but he was deficient in judgment, and 
had much faith in apparitions, in lucky 
and unlucky days, in magic, in omens, 
and indreams. This appears from his 
Mifcellanies wpon various fubje&ts, firft 
publifhed in 1696, and afterwards re- 
printed in1721 and 1734. He left fun- 
dry manufcripts behind him ; and his 
«¢ Perambulation of the County of Surrey,” 
was publifhed fome years after his death, 
in 1719, in five volumes, 8vo. 
Some of Aubrey’s manuf{cripts are at 
Oxford, inthe Afhmolean Mufeum; and, 
among others, there is one, which con- 
tains “an account of Englifh writers, 
with many of whom Aubrey was inti- 
mately acquainted, and contains feveral 
new and curious anecdotes of their lives.”” 
Mr. Warton, in his ‘¢ Life of Dean Ba- 
thurfi,” has tranfcribed the tollowing as 
a {pecimen. 
<¢ Mr. Edmund Spenfer was of Pembroke- 
hall, in Cambridge. He miffed the fellow- 
fhip there, which Bifhop Andrews got. He 
was an acquaintance and frequenter of Sir 
Erafmus Dryden: his miftrets Rofalinde, was 
a kinfwoman of Sir Exafmys’s lady. The 
chamber there, at Sir Erafimus’s, is {till called 
Spenfer’s chamber. Lately in the college, 
taking down the wainfcot of his chamber, 
they found abundance of cards, with ftanzas 
of the Fairy Queen written on them. From 
Fobn Dryden, poet laureat. Mr. Beefton fays, 
he was a little man, were fhort hair, and 
little band, and little cuifs.” 
Aubrey was intimately acquainted with 
Thomas Hobbes, and wrote fume account 
of his life. 
Mrs. F’s DELIGHT, compofed by her 
Hussann, T.F. 7 
The following old Scottifh Song is froma 
M.S. collefion of poems written and 
colleéted by Andrew Sympfon, Schoolmafler 
at Stirling, A. D.i16g0. 
Some men they do delight in hounds, 
And fome in hawkes take pleafure 5 
Some do rejoice in war and wounds, 
And thereby gain great treafure. 
Some men do love on fea to fail5 
And fome rejoice in riding. 
But all their judgments do them fail— 
Oh! no fuch joy as chiding. 
When in the morn] ope mine eyes 
To entertain the day, 
Before my hufband e’en can rife, 
» I chide him—thenI pray. 
When I at table take my place, 
Whatever be the meat, 
J firft do chide—and then fay grace, 
If fo difpos’d to eat. 
MonTHLY Mac. N 
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QO, AXXYI, 
Scotch Song....Afiatic Petition. 
2.05.: 
Too fat, too lean, too hot, too cold, 
I ever do complain, 
Too rfw, too roaft, too young, too old— 
Faults I will find or feign. 
Let it be flefh, or fowl, or fith, 
It never fhall be faid, : 
-But Pi find fault with meat, or difh, 
With mafter, or with maid. 
But when I go to bed at night, 
I heartily do weep, 
That I muf part with my delight=» 
I cannot fcold and flsep. 
However this doth mitigate, | : 
And much abate my forrow, 
That tho” to-night it be too late, 
Pll early {cold to-morrow. 
AsIAtTic PETITION. 
The following is a tranflation of a curious. 
and affecting Fetition fent by the Wife of 
Aumas Ari Cawn, who fome years fince 
was put to death in India. 
To the high and moft mighty Servant of the moft 
powerful Prince, GEORGE KinG oF ENG- 
LAND, the lowly Slave of Mijery comes pray- 
ing for mercy to the Father of ber Children. 
Mot Mighty Sir, 
May the bleffings of thy God ever wait 
on thee, may the fun of glory fhine round 
thy head, and may the gates of plenty, 
honour, and happinefs be always ope= 
unto thee and thine. May no forrow 
diftrefs thy days, may no ftrife difturb 
thy nights, may the pillow otf peace kifs 
thy cheeks, and the pleafures of imagina- 
tion attend thy dreams ; and when length 
of years makes thee tired of earthly joys, 
and ‘the curtain of death gently clofes 
round the laft fleep of human exiltences 
may the angels of God attend thy bed, 
and take care that the expiring lamp of 
life fhall not receive one rude blaft to 
haften its extinction. 
© hearken then to the voice of diftrefs, 
and grant the pétition of thy fervant! O 
{pare the father of my children, fave the 
partner of my bed, my hufband, my all 
that is dear. Contider, O mighty Sir, 
that he did not become rich by iniquity, 
and that what he poffefied was the inhe- 
ritance of a long line of flourifhing an- 
‘ceftors, who, in thole fmiling days; when 
the thunder of Great Britain was not 
heard on the fertile plains of Hindoftan, 
reaped their harvefts in quiet, and e: joved 
their patrimony unmolelted. Think, O 
think, that the God thgu worfhippeft 
delights not in the blood of the mno- 
cent. Remember thy own commandment, 
‘> Thou fhalt not kill,”” and by the order 
ef Heaven, give me back my Almas Alt 
2 D Cawil,; 
