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WHEN wit and genius meet their doom . .

In all devouring flame,
They tell us of the fate of Rome,

And bid us fear the fame.
O'er Murray's loss the muses wept,

They felt the rude alarm,
Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept

His sacred head from harm.


There mem'ry, like the bee that's fed

From FlQra's. balmy store, The quintessence of all he read Had treasur'd up before.


The lawless herd with fury blind

Have done. him cruel wrong,
The flow'rs are gone—but still we find

The honey on his tongue.

Thi LOVE Of The WORLD Reproved}



THUS says the prophet of the Turk,
Good mussulman abstain from porkj
There is a part in ev'ry swine,
No friend or follower of mine
May taste, whate'er his inclination,
On pain of excommunication.
Such Mahomet's mysterious charge,
And thus he left the point at large.
Had he the sinful part express'd
They might with safety eat the restj
But for one piece they thought it hard
From the whole hog to be debarr'd.
And set their wit at work to find
What joint the prophet had in mind.

• It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without. (he author's privity.


Much Controversy strait arose,
These chuse the back, the belly those;
By some 'tis confidently said
He meant not to forbid the head,
While others at that doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.
Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh—'tis well—the tale apply'd
May make you laugh on t'other side.
Renounce the world, the preacher cries—
We do—a multitude replies.
While one as innocent regards
A snug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may fay,
Can fee no evil in a play j

Some love a concert or a race,

,, . . '. \ And others, shootirig and the chafe.

Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,

Thus bit by bit the world is swallow'dj

Y Each

Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a slice as well as he,
"With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,
'Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.

The LILY And The ROSE.


THE nymph must lose her female friend

If more admir'd than she—
But where will fierce contention end

If flowr's can disagree?


Within the garden's peaceful scene

Appear'd two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen,

The lily and the rose.

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3The rose soon redden'd into rage,

And swelling with disdain,

Appeal'd to many a poet's page

To prove her right to reign.


The lily's height bespoke command,

A fair-imperial flow'r,
She seem'd defign'd for Flora's hand,

The sceptre of her pow'r.

. 5- , This civil bick'ring and debate

The goddess chanc'd to hear, And flew to save, e'er yet too late,

The pride of the parterre.

Your's is, (he said, the nobler hue,

And your's the statelier mien, And 'till a third surpasses you,

Let each be deem'd a queCn.

Y % Thus

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