"The first that I bought was, the Elevation of the Golden Calf.' This I shall set up in the Royal Exchange, as a typical representation of myself, to be worshipped by all brokers, insurers, scriveners, and the whole fraternity of stock-jobbers. "The second is The Triumph of Gideon.' This I intended, if a late project in favour of our brethren had not miscarried, should have been hung up in St. Stephen's Chapel, as a memorial of our victory over the Uncircumcised. "The third and fourth are Peter denying his Master,' and Judas betraying him for thirty pieces of silver;' both which I design as presents to our worthy friends, the B— -s of and "The next which I shall mention to you deserves particular notice; and this is the Prophet of Nazareth himself, conjuring the devil into a herd of swine.' From this piece, when I return to England, I intend to have a print engraved; being very proper to be had in all Jewish families, as a necessary preservative against pork and Christianity. "I shall not tire you with a particular detail of some other lesser pieces; such as— -the Deluge, in water colours-the New Jerusalem, in perspective -some Ruins of the Temple-a Publican at the Receipt of Custom-and a Samson in miniature. "Besides these, I have employed an ingenious artist here to execute a design of my own. It is a picture of Fortune, not standing, as in the common style, upon a kind of cart-wheel, but on the two wheels of the lottery, with a representation of a net cast over the lesser engrossers of tickets, while a chief manager is breaking his way through the meshes. "I must not forget to tell you, that I have picked up an infamous portrait, by an English hand, called Shylock; with the following inscription under it, taken I suppose from the London Evening Post, or that impudent fool the Gazetteer: They have disgraced me, and hindered me half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ;—and what's the reason? I am a Jew.' "As soon as the parliament is dissolved, you may expect to see me in England; till when, "I am, dear SIR, yours, &c. ******* I shall here subjoin a letter of a very different stamp; which points out to me another walk as a Connoisseur, not less extensive perhaps, and more agreeable to the modern taste, than that of virtù. SIR, TO MR. TOWN. "I SUPPOSE Connoisseur is only another word for a knowing one. So write me a few papers in defence of cards, dice, races, and gaming in general; and I will admit you upon the square, introduce you at White's, set you upon the turf the next meeting at Newmarket, and make your fortune at once. If you are the man I take you for, you will be wise, and do this directly; and then the odds are for you. If not, I'll hold you a hundred pounds to a China orange, that your paper is neglected as low and vulgar, and yourself condemned as an unfashionable blockhead. "Yours, as you behave, No. 3. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1754. Suave mari magno, turbantibus æquora ventis, When raging winds the ruffled deep deform, LUCRET. the We writers of essays, or, as they are termed, periodical papers, justly claim to ourselves a place among the modern improvers of literature. Neither Bentley nor Burmann, nor any other equally sagacious commentator, has been able to discover the least traces of any similar productions among ancients: except we can suppose, that the history of Thucydides was retailed weekly in sixpenny numbers; that Seneca dealt out his morality every Saturday; or that Tully wrote speeches and philosophical disquisitions, whilst Virgil and Horace clubbed together to furnish the poetry for a Roman magazine. There is a word, indeed, by which we are fond of distinguishing our works, and for which we must confess ourselves indebted to the Latin. Myself, and every petty journalist, affect to dignify our hasty performances by styling them Lucubrations: by which we mean, if we mean any thing, that as the day is too short for our labours, we are obliged to call in the assistance of the night: not to mention the modest insinuation, that our compositions are Shylock; with the following inscription under it, taken I suppose from the London Evening Post, or that impudent fool the Gazetteer: They have disgraced me, and hindered me half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ;—and what's the reason? I am a Jew.' "As soon as the parliament is dissolved, you may expect to see me in England; till when, “I am, dear SIR, yours, &c. 66 I shall here subjoin a letter of a very different stamp; which points out to me another walk as a Connoisseur, not less extensive perhaps, and more agreeable to the modern taste, than that of virtù. "SIR, "TO MR. TOWN. "I SUPPOSE Connoisseur is only another word for a knowing one. So write me a few papers in defence of cards, dice, races, and gaming in general ; and I will admit you upon the square, introduce you at White's, set you upon the turf the next meeting at Newmarket, and make your fortune at once. If you are the man I take you for, you will be wise, and do this directly; and then the odds are for you. If not, I'll hold you a hundred pounds to a China orange, that your paper is neglected as low and vulgar, and yourself condemned as an unfashionable blockhead. "Yours, as you behave, T "WILL HAZARD. " No. 3. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1754. Suave mari magno, turbantibus æquora ventis, When raging winds the ruffled deep deform, Nor heed their dangers, while ourselves are free. LUCRET. We writers of essays, or, as they are termed, periodical papers, justly claim to ourselves a place among the modern improvers of literature. Neither Bentley nor Burmann, nor any other equally sagacious commentator, has been able to discover the least traces of any similar productions among the ancients except we can suppose, that the history of Thucydides was retailed weekly in sixpenny numbers; that Seneca dealt out his morality every Saturday; or that Tully wrote speeches and philosophical disquisitions, whilst Virgil and Horace clubbed together to furnish the poetry for a Roman magazine. There is a word, indeed, by which we are fond of distinguishing our works, and for which we must confess ourselves indebted to the Latin. Myself, and every petty journalist, affect to dignify our hasty performances by styling them Lucubrations: by which we mean, if we mean any thing, that as the day is too short for our labours, we are obliged to call in the assistance of the night: not to mention the modest insinuation, that our compositions are |