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whether he was at home or in the army,. 
ona march or in camp, he never neglected 
to recite and hear his paternoffers. . But 
it was a faying among the foldiers, ‘ take 
care of the paier nofte rs of Monfieur the 
ele i whilft he was muttering 
them os he would throw in, by way of 
parenthefis, as the occafions of difcipline 
or war demanded, ¢ Hang me that fellow 
on the next tree—pafs. me that other 
through the pikes—bring me hither that 
man and fhoot him beicre iny face—cut 
gpe in pieces all thofe raicals who are fo 
audacious as to defend that fteeple againit 
the king—bura me that village—fet fire 
A Bibel Brus 
[Augut, 
to all the country for a quarter of a ‘\alstie 
round :” and all this he would do with- 
out the leait interruption to his devotions, 
which he would have thought it-a fin to 
efer to another hour, /o tender was his 
Lr ee pm 
his I thmk an admirable heels of 
a foldier’s devotion; and though it is not 
quite fuited to an see. camp or quarter= 
deck, it would, I fuppofe, appear natu iral 
enough in a Ruffian field-marinal, or a 
bafhaw of three-tails; whom we are naw 
{o happy as to be entitled in fome meafure 
to call cur own. : 
Your's; &c. N.N, 

ORIGINAL POETRY. 
A SCHOOL ECLOGUE; 
~ EDWARD. 
HST, William !“hift! what means that air 
a fo gay? 
Thy looks, thy drefs, Gere fome holiday ; 
Thy hat is bruth’d; thy hands, with wondrous 
pa ains, 
‘cleans’d from garden mould and inky 
; flains ; 
Thy glefly ‘thoes confefs the lacquey’s care ; 
And recentfrom the comb fhines thy fleek hair. 
Are 
* What god, what faint, this prodigy has 
3 wrought ? 
Declare the caufe; and eafé my lab’ ring 
thought ? 
WILLIAM, 
ohn, faithful ie cha, is with the horfes come, 
Mamma preva ils, and I am fent for home. ~ 
j EDWARD. 
+ Thrice happy who fuch welcome tidings 
Se greet! 
Thrice happy who rev riews his native e feat ! 
For him the matron fpreads her candy’d hoard, 
‘And early ftrawberties crown the fmiling board; 
For him cruth’d gooleberries with rich cream 
3 combine, 
And bending boughs their:fragrant fruit refign : 
Cuftards and fillabubs his tafte invite; 
Sports fill-the day, and feaits prolong the night. 
* Think not.I envy, I admire thy fates ci 
§ Yet, ah! what different talks thy comrades 
wait ! 
Lisi 
Sf 
Some in the Se s thorny maze to toil, 
Some with rude fixokes the inow y paper foil, 
some o’er baa anic climes in maps to roam, 
Far from their mother- -tongue, an d dear loved 
home. 
Harfh names, of uncouth found, 
ries load, 
And oft their fhoulders 
f 
their memo- 
feel th’ unpicalant goad. 

* Sed tamen, ille Deus qui fit, da Tityre 
mobis. 
-+ Fortunate fenex,.hic inter fumina nota. 
~ Non equidem invideo, miror magis. 
ES Be nos hinc alii fitientes ibimus Afros, 
Pa rs Scythiam, et rapidum Cie cigs venicmus 
Oaxem 
3. 
“Bendy 
| WILLIAM. 
Doubt not our turn will come fome future time. 
Now, Harry, hear us twain contend in rhyme, 
For yet thy horfes have not eat their hay, 
And unconfum’d as yet th’ allotted hour of 
play- : 
HENRY. ; 
> Then fpout alternate, 1 confent to hear, 
Let no talfe rhyme cifend my critic ear ; 
But fay, what prizes fhall che vi€tor hold ? 
I guefs your pockets are not lin’d with gold ! 
WILLIAM. 
A fhip thefe hands have built, in ev’ry part 
Carv’d, rigg’d, and painted, with the niceft arts 
The ridgy fades are black with pitchy fetes 
From ftem to ftern ’tis twice ten ches o’er. 
The lofty maft, a ftrait, fmooth hazel fram’d, 
The tackling filk, the charming Sally nam’d; 
And—but take heed left thou divulge the tale, 
The lappet of my thirt fupply’d the fail; ? 
An azure ribband fora pendant flies: 
Now, if thy verte excel, be this the prize, 
EDWARD. 
Bar me at home the careful houfwives make, 
With plums and almonds rich, an ample cake. 
Smooth is the top, a plain of fhining i ice, 
The Wet its fwectneds gives, the Eait its fpice ¢ 
From foit Ionian ifles, well known to fame, 
Ulyffes’ once, the luicious currant came. 
The green tra anfparent citron Spain beftows, 
And tram her colden groves the orange glows. 
So vat the heaving mats, it fcarce has room 
Within th’ oven’s dark capacious womb ; 
’ Twill be confign’d to the next carrier’s Care, 
I cannot yield it all—be hal: thy thare. 
WILLIAM. ,, 
Well does the gift thy liquorifh_ palate ‘fuit 
+.1 know vthon robb’d the orchard of its truit. 
When all were. witapt in fleep, one early morny 
While yet the déw- drop trembled’ on the thorn, 
T mark’d when o’er the ies hedge you. 
leapt, 
flys ' beneath the goofeberry bufhes 
crept ; 

= Alternis dicetis. 
+ Non ego, te vidi, Damonis 
+ Tu poft carecta latebas, 
eas Thea 



