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fiance, he aimed his frokes where, it mult 
be acknowledged, the great man whom 
he now affailed was moft valnevable and 
weak ; and that he did not make his ef- 
forts in vain, is apparent, for Mr. Bolwell, 
in his Life of Jonnfon,* has warzanted 
this affeition, by the relation he has given 
* Sneaking of his political pamphlets, 
ir. Bofwell fays, © They drew upon him 
many attacks. Againft the common weapons 
of literary watfare he was hardened 5 but 
there were two inftances of animadverfion, 
which I communicated to him ; and, from 
what I could judge, both frem his filence 
and his looks, appeared-to me to impre{s bim 
mucb. One -was, ** A Letter te Dr. Samuel 
Johnfon, cccafioned by his late Political 
Publications.” It appeared previous to hi 
‘* Taxation no Tyranny,” and was written 
by Dr. Towers. In that performance, Dr. 
Johnfon was treated with the refpect due to 
fo eminent a man, while his condu&t z2sa 
political writer was boldiy and pointedly ar- 
raigned.” The other attack on Dr. Sohnfon, 
referred to by Mir. Bofwell, was contained 
in a private letter to that gentienian, writs 
ten by the Rev. Mr. Tempie, Vicar of St, 
Original Poetry. 
Dee. 1, 
of the vifible impreflion made on the 
Doétor’s mind, when he noticed to him 
this and another letter. 
The extraordinary change which had 
taken place in the mind of Dr. Jchnfon, 
on political fubjects, fince he became 
indebted for a penfion to a minifter, 
whom he deipifed, and a fovercign, whofe 
family he had ever noticed with con- 
tempt,* could net be fuppofed to have 
proceeded from a conviction that his for- 
mer fentiments were unfounded and er- 
roneous. When, therefore, he intruded 
on the public his new-formed notions, and 
acrimonioufly ftigmatized thofe who now 
differed from him, as defitute of princi- 
ple, and void of underftanding, he loft 
much of his refpefability in the opinion 
of many impartial men. and laid himfelf 
open to fevere animadverfion. 
(To be continued.) 
Giuvias, Cornwall, Vol. 2, pages 200, 20T, 
and 202, Edit. 8vo. 1793, 
* The Do&or’s fentiments of Geo. I. and 
Geo II. may be learnt,from Mr. Bofwell’s Life 
ef him,vol.f. p.124, 125, and vol. EL, p.2r§. 
ART AESOP ST ES 
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_ ORIGINAL POETRY. 
eS Ee 
A SUBLIME ODE TO THE GREAT 
CONSUL, 
By PETER PINDAR, Esa. 
OST gallant, neble, Boneparté, 
For our invafion, all fo hearty, 
Equipping miliions to come over 
To eat Old Engiand at a meal; 
I guefs that thou wilt land at Deal, . 
‘Likewife near Thames’s mouth, and Dover. 
M 
Remember that th’ riftoric page 
Records, that, in his tyger rage, 
Thy brother, aLexanpzr, {par’d the 
| Arts; 
He never PAINTER kill’d, nor BARD, 
But loaded them with fair reward, 
Initead of ftones, and pikes, and darts. 
And when he came to Thebes '!—-what then? 
Why then—he order’d ali his men 
To ipare the facred houfe of PINDAR 5 
And not, amic® che conflagration, 
Wild uproar, and dire devefatien, 
Reduce it toa periedt cinder. 
Twas done—he houfe with all its hand- 
fome tackling, ; 
Stood fafe and fuuns, while 
crackling. r 
Confal !—a BARD, of much renown, 
By far the beft of this fair town, or rather 
CLHRN.A 
A Bard of genius moft fublime, 
Whofe works defy the teeth of Time 5 
Exceeding humourous too, and quaint, and 
witty; 
all the reft were 
Withes to have his goods and chattels 
Safe from the ruin of thy bateles. 
Yes! mid the fire, and fmoke, and fmother, 
Copy thy little wry-neck’d BROTHER, 
~ And thou fhalt be ‘mortal in my metres3 
Say—** Since the Son of Philip f{par’d 
The dwelling of the Theban Bard, ‘ 
By G-d Vil fpare his Englith Coufn 
Peers.” 4 
FOSTSCRIPT. 
Mind !—in thy face I never fpit 
Like GRENVILLE, WYNDHAM, BILLY 
so RET T, 
_ And fervile Parafites—their tools 5 
No—for I blufh’d for all the /guad, 
Thinking them either drunk or mad, , 
And call’d them all a pack of fools, 
eg 
TO MY FIRST FRIEND. 
EY LAURA SOPHIA TEMPLE, 
——‘* Yet Hope was once miy pare fite, 
And flattered, and revelled, and ruined... 
"PPHOU ask’ft, my friend, why farts th? 
unbidden tear, 
Why from its prifon burfts the labouring 
“figh, < 
Why the fhrunk leaf that fpeaks the faded 
year 
Is gazed on with a cold indiff’rent eye ? 
When o'er my features fteals the gloom of 
thought, 
Thou wond’reit where my vagrant fancies 
TL = aieaae oF 
Oh! feek not information dearly bought, 
Seek not to cloud thy bofom’s orient day. 
