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have contrived to infuse. Arch gaiety 
and eafy trifling, adapt each of his poems 
to pleafe: yet colleéted, they tire by re- 
petition. Cold witty turns too frequently 
arreft the geniality and flow of foul, which 
he ftrives to indulge. He feldom conde- 
icends to rhime, but imitates the trochaic 
metres of the Greeks: two or three {pe- 
eimens will fufice to give fome idea of 
his lyric ftyle. 
ef af 
Anacreon, my teacher, 
Sings but of love and wine. 
Eze crowns his brow with rofes, 
#ind fings of love and wine ; 
Anoints his beard with perfume, 
iad fings of love and wine. 
He dallies in the garden, 
And fings of love and wine ; 
Seems in his cups a monarch, 
And fings of love and wine. 
He fports with wanton Cupids, 
He laughs with jolly fellows, 
He chajes care and forrow, 
He {corns the mob of courtiers, 
Difdains to blazon heroes, — 
find fings of love and wine. 
4nd fhall his faithful pupil, 
Of hate and water fing ? 
2, . 
he ruftling of the zephyr 
242s footh’d me inte dozing : 
‘The gurgling of the wine-muf, 
Flas lull’d me in the vine-yard 5 °* 
Beneath the hanging Jafmine, 
A-fwarm of bees a buzzing, 
Have huth’d afleep my fentes ; 
. The murmurs of a ftreamlet, 
‘To quiet reft have woo’d me: 
‘But am I now to flumber, 
¥ mutt hear whifpering kiffes. 
eis 8 
My wine’s a cure for ancuith, 
sMy {word for fnarly puppies, 
My dance for frofty evenings, 
My deafnefs for long fermons, 
My fcorn for hollow friendfhip, 
My fong for irkfome minutes, 
My do€trine—for the devil, 
But Cupid,: cunning Cupid, 
‘The flatterer, the tyrant, 
Nor fword, nor feorn, nor doctrine, 
Nor wine, nor fong, nor dancing, 
Can banith from about me 5 
Fhou eylefs boney moniter, 
Death, only thou canft chafe him. 
ae 
4. 
The parfon waited with his pfalter, 
John leads his Hannah toward the altar: 
«* My love,” fays the, <« l tg you'll leave 
off drinking.” 
John, who when fober, and when mellow, 
Has always been an honeft fellow, 
Replies—<« My love, I will not leave of 
drinking.” 
Pan of Gleim.—On the word Hitch. 
[Nov. 
Thefe are among the beft of Gleim’s 
lighter poems: yet of thefe, only the fe- 
cond has much merit. The war-fongs of 
a Pruffian grenadier were compofed by 
Gleim in March and April 1778, and 
obtained, from the circumitances in which 
they appeared, a high degree of popu- 
larity : they breathe a {pirit of ardent at- 
tachment to the great Frederic, againft 
‘whom the Emperor of Germany was then 
preparing war. Except the ninth, no one 
has any very prominent degree of poetic 
excellence, the following is a clofe imi- 
tation of it, bating the alterations in the 
two laft ftanzas, which ferved to apply it 
at the origia of the prefent war, It is 
tran{cribed from the Cabinet. 
We met, a2 hundred of us met, 
At curfew in the field; 
We talk’d of heaven, and Jefus Chrift, 
And all devoutly kneel’d: 
When lo! we faw; all of us faw, 
The ftar-light fky unclofe, 
And heard the far-high thunders roll, 
Like feas, where ftorm-wind blows. 
We liften’d, in amazement loft, 
As ftill as ftones for dread, 
And heard the war proclaim’d above, 
And fins of nations read, _ 
The found was like a folemn pfalm, 
That holy chriftians fing ; oe) 
And by ahd by the noife was ceas’d, 
Of all the angelic ring. 
Yet, ftill beyond the cloven fky, 
We faw the fheet of fire, 
While camea voice, as from a throne, 
To all the heav’nly quire, 
Which fpake: ‘¢ Tho” many men muft fall, 
I will that thefe prevail: 
To me, the poor man’s caufe is dear.” 
hen flowly fank a fcale ; 
The hand that pois’d, was loft in clouds, 
One-fhell did weighty feem, 
But {ceptres, fcutcheons, mitres, gold, 
Flew up and kick’d the beam, es 

Yo the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SIR, 
]{ OBSERVED a few days fince, Dr, 
Johnion’s perplexity with the word 
hitch, He thus exprefles himéelf in the 
4to. edition of 1785. 
‘¢ ‘To HITCH. vw. 2.——To catch, to move 
_by jerks. I know not where it is ufed but 
in the following pafiage; nor here know 
well what it means: 
W hoe’er offends, at fome unlucky time 
Slides in a (into} verfe, or (and) bitches in a 
rhyme.” Pope. 
The paflage is in the ‘ Insitatiogs of 
Horace,’ book ii. fat. 1. ver. 77- 
The word in queftion is ufed in the 
northern counties for <“ getting inte a 
place fide-ways, with difficulty and con~ 
Sey. givances” 
