son, &c. but we admire each for his particular beauties, separate and distinguished from the rest. "These loose thoughts were thrown together merely to introduce the following little poem, which I think deserves the attention of the public. It was written by a very ingenious gentleman, as a letter to a friend, who was about to publish a volume of miscellanies; and contains all that original spirit, which it so elegantly recommends. * ΤΟ SINCE now, all scruples cast away, But imitation's all the mode Yet where one hits ten miss the road. The mimic bard with pleasure sees Mat. Prior's unaffected ease: The day, the hour, the name, the dwelling, Observes how easy Prior flows, Then runs his numbers down to prose. Others have sought the filthy stews To find a dirty slip-shod Muse. * Hiatus non deflendus, O Swift! how wouldst thou blush to see, This Milton for his plan will choose; While his low mimics meanly creep, How few, say whence can it proceed? Who can't write verse, and won't write Others who aim at fancy, choose To woo the gentle Spenser's Muse. On allegory or a dream : Fiction and truth together joins Through a long waste of flimsy lines; Fondly believes his fancy glows, And image upon image grows; prose. Thinks his strong muse takes wond'rous flights, Whene'er she sings of peerless wights, Of dens, of palfreys, spells, and knights: T'instruct and please in moral tale, With him's no veil the truth to shroud, These catch the cadence of his rhymes, And borne from earth by Pope's strong wings, In these the spleen of Pope we find; Some few, the fav'rites of the Muse, Long as tobacco's mild perfume And quaffs his ale, and cracks his jokes ; * Isaac Hawkins Brown, Esq. author of a piece called the 'Pipe of Tobacco,' a most excellent imitation of six different authors. No. 68. THURSDAY, MAY 15, 1755. Nunc et campus, et areæ, HOR. CAR. i. 9. 18. Now Venus in Vauxhall her altar rears, 66 THE various seasons of the year produce not a greater alteration in the face of nature, than in the polite manner of passing our time. The diversions of winter and summer are as different as the dogdays and those at Christmas; nor do I know any genteel amusement except gaming, that prevails during the whole year. As the long days are now coming on, the theatrical gentry, who contribute to dissipate the gloom of our winter evenings, begin to divide themselves into strolling companies; and are packing up their tragedy wardrobes, together with a sufficient quantity of thunder and lightning, for the delight and amazement of the country. In the mean time, the several public gardens near this metropolis are trimming their trees, levelling their walks, and burnishing their lamps, for our reception. At Vauxhall the artificial ruins are repaired; the cascade is made to spout with several additional streams of block-tin; and they have touched up all the pictures, which were damaged last season by the fingering of these curious connoisseurs, who could not be satisfied without feeling whether the figures were alive. The magazine at Cuper's, I am told, is furnished with an extraordinary supply of gunpowder to be shot off in squibs and sky-rockets, or whirled away in blazing suns and catherine wheels; and it is not to be doubted, in case of a war, but that Neptune and all his Tritons will assist the British navy; and, as we before took PortoBello and Cape-Breton, we shall gain new victories over the French fleet every night, upon that canal. Happy are they, who can muster up sufficient, at least to hire tickets at the door, once or twice in a season! Not that these pleasures are confined to the rich and the great only; for the lower sort of people have their Ranelaghs and their Vauxhalls as well as the quality. Perrot's inimitable grotto may be seen for only calling for a pot of beer; and the royal diversion of duck-hunting may be had into the bargain, together with a decanter of Dorchester, for your sixpence at Jenny's Whim. Every skittle-alley half a mile out of town is embellished with green arbours and shady retreats, where the company is generally entertained with the melodious scraping of a blind fiddler. And who can resist the luscious temptation of a fine juicy ham, or a delicious buttock of beef stuffed with parsley, accompanied with a foaming decanter of sparkling home-brewed, which is so invitingly painted at the entrance of almost every village ale-house? Our northern climate will not, indeed, allow us to indulge ourselves in all those pleasures of a garden, which are so feelingly described by our poets. We dare not lay ourselves on the damp ground in shady groves, or by the purling stream; but are obliged to fortify our insides against the cold by good substantial eating and drinking. For this reason, the extreme costliness of the provisions at our pub |