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Cosey.Which, with your leaves, we'll at To the new Comedy of · TOWN AND
gue before you. COUNTRY; or, WRICK Is Best?'
Trot.-Now for the question
That is soon
express'd; * FASHION in every thing bears sov'reign
Cosey - « The Town, Says the çay record of a peaceful day;,
And COUNTRY; And still, though dread convulsions shake the
is best?' Before her throne confticting nations fall. Trot.--Give me the Country--I shall trunHowe'er they else may differ, each agrees
dle down In full accord with her august decrees; Decrees she changes with the passing wind, Gosey Yes. You leave your wife Yet all in turn a prompt obedience find.
in Town. E'en BRITAIN, that all other force disdains, Your back once turn'd, she'll spin away your Submits to her caprice, and courts her chains. guineas; Shall then a Bard with rash presumption Then who's to bring you more? tow'r,
My spinning And dare rebel 'gainst her imperial pow'r?
Jennies. Yes let the subject world the sway confess Cosey.-Buc, tell me what the Country of this wild Tyrant o'er the realins of Dress,
boasts! But let her balcful licence ne'er annoy
Its hills, The sacred confines of domestic joy;
Dales, lawns, and groves, and streams for Ne'er tempt the husband wayward chance to
Walks through plougb'd fields, to circulate Where Ruin hovers o'er the fatal die;
your blood. Or, wrapt in Gallantry's alluring 'guise, Cosey.- Curse Country diri! The slighted wife's unguarded hour surprise;
And damn the When Fashion thus employs her diretul art,
London mud! To warp the passions, and pollute the heart, I'm for green banks, far from the deafʼning The scenic Muse her einpire should disown,
cries Indignant rise, and pull her from her throne; Of Dust-ho! Matches! Muffins! Sweep! And hence our zealous Bard, no stranger
Hot Pies! here,
E'en Sunday, though it checks the weck-day Attempts to check her in her mad carcer:
yeli, Well may, he hope to gain in such a cause, Can't save your ears from Milk! and MackWhat oft before has cheer'd him-your ape
Cosey.--I'm for St. Mary Axe, remote frona Then aid his effort for so just an end,
sounds And Fashion may appear as Virtue's friend; Of Bullocks, Mastiffs, Asses, Hogs, and So shall your kindness lead our rising youth
Hounds. To honest Nature, and to simple Truth. E'en Ploughmen, like their brutes, mar Sun
Taught, by their snuing clerk, to twang a EPILOGUE TO THE SAME.
As to your banks, ho rever green they grow, Written by Mr. Colmer.
The Bank of England is the best I know. Enter Tror and Cosey (squabbling a little Trot.--Vying with us, can Town the before entering).
Country beat? Trot.-THERE's a dispute, good folks, What are the London Crops to Crops of between us (wo,
Your stocks yield cash; Ours punish vice and And smiling cried, sloth;
My lovely bride, And we're secur'd by Government in both.
I'll soon return to theo. Cosey. With much the Country claims,
Oh, Eren wyle, the Town compares;
I'n soon return to thee. 'Change Alley boasts not only Bulls, but Bears;
She hears the drum, the victors cry, In lieu of Fallow Deer, we'vę City Bucks,
Your laurels now prepare ;
She views their march with eager eye-
Her lover is not there.
His knapsack blue, of
Shot thro' and thro', More Rooks and Pigeons, than the Town has They laid down on her knes, need of.
And sighing cried, Trot.-No more of London follies, fogs,
Ah, luckless bride! and smokes!
He'll ne'er return to thee. Place me, say I, beneath my Country's Oaks;
Oh, Eren wyle, Where, while their leaves a sacred shade dis
He'll ne'er return to thee.
She hasten'd far away:
And wildly sings her lay.
My eyes I strain They form the Wooden Walls of Britain's
Across the plain, shore.
In hopes my love to see; Cosey Away with rural life! A life of My joy, my pride, voids!
Behold thy Bride, Place me, say I, among the folks at Lloyd's; Oh, sweet, return to me. Where, though with noise of business almost
Oh, Eren wyle, stunn'd,
Oh, sweet, return to me. I cry, Hail England's Patriotic Fund! Whose store a Nation's opulence imparts, Whose aim denotes a Nation's glowing hearts. Blest Wealth! that gives our wounded Tars
AMOROUS EFFUSION OF AN OLI. relief, Or soothes their Widows' and their Orphans'
HAD I but wealth, beauty, and vigor of Trot.-Come, since the bulk of Britons
youth, shew suich spirit,
Fair Emma's affection to move, Ket's own both ?,'Cjuntry have their I'd woo the sweet maid in the accents of meri.
truth, Gurey Serike hands! Agreed! Let Eng. With the ardor of juvenile love.
lishmen ne'er doubt on't, But stick :ogether, in the Town, or out on't. But Venus ne’er smild at my birth; and the May unanimity ne'er be forgotten!
pride Thrive all our Trades!
Of beauty has never been mine. Trot,
Particularly Cotton! With a frown, niggard Fortune her boons has Cosey.-(coming forward) -Say, then, with
And dooms me ungifted to pine.
And we're easy.
With wrinkles has Time deeply furrow'd my
brow, My temples has frosted with grey, My bosom has chilld with the coldness of
And my vigor impair'd by decay. Sung by Miss Tyrer, in the Comedy of. Ah me! what remains, but to utter this Town and COUNTRY; or, which is Best?
With fervor conceir'd in my heartLLEWELLIN, with his Patience dear, That Heaven propitious may smile on the Was join'd in wedlock's bad:
Fair, 'When war's alarms assail his ear,
And bounteous each blessing impart.
May I live to behold her consigu'd to the
Cf a younger, a happier swair,
More worthy, than I, to be blest with her On whom you might make a few solid re. charms,
flections, And bind her in Hymen's soft chain. And at last, void of fear, bestow all your
affections. Meantime to the maxims of prudence at. tent,
As chro' Life's vary'd road you are trudging And repressing untimely desire
along, Still silent and hopeless, let me be content Always shrink from the man that has got To listen to gaze-to admire.
too mucb tongue; SENEX. For tho' women, when noisy, are reckon'd a
curse, Yet a man that's a scold is ten thousand
times worse. To Miss R. H. the Authoress of Tue MAN And seek not for him that's a slave to his TO MY MIND, which appeared in the
But for one that will love you instead of THO'the fashion the vows of a cheat may Whose looks and whose actions may always
bimself ; approve, And sanction a marriage divested of love;
impart How soon all Felicity's dreams will miscarry, The feelings that glow in his eyes and his
heart. If Love should be out of the way when you marry.
Who o'er misery's pang with benevolence No wonder, dear girl, it a task you should As he sheds a kind tear o'er the fate he find,
relieves, To discover at this day a man to your mind
And who thinks that the plenty that's sent The times are much alter'd, mankind ail
him by Heav'n, grown scurvy, And the world, as for it, it's turn'd quite
To the poor wretch in need, should in
inercy be giv'n. topsy-turvy.
When united for life to a husband like this, Some hundred years back no such thing as
Whose love and whose virtues will breathe deceit
in his kiss, Was practis'd in love by the common or
As with transport you clasp him, you'll cer. great; But now, as of faith I'm a Christian receiver, tainly find, 'Tis the fasbion to win a girl's heart, and That at last you have met with a man to your
mind, then--leave her.
C. B. B. If a Buck, as parading or lounging the street, Should an emblem of Innocence happen to
ELEGIAC STANZAS, meet, He addresses and quizzes her void of con Written on the Approach of Winter, 1806. fusion,
By W. M. T. And thinks that his consequence sanctions intrusion.
(These Stanzas were printed incorrectly, and
without the Author's consent, in Li Belle When a Blade pays his court to a woman of Assembles,' No. 11.).
fashion, By appearances dazzled, he whispers his BARE are the boughs where clust'ring fopassion;
liage grew, But if once he discovers she only has merit, And loud the chilling wind howls o'er the He declines all attentions in future with
The hedge-row shines no more with morn
ing's dew, When a lovely young damsel's address'd by But falls, with heavy sound, the patt'ring a Spark,
rain. No matter if mercbant, man, master, or clerk;
Another Summer of my youth is gone, She will find, when her swains in rotation Nor left a trace to say it once was mine; have canted,
In Folly spent, its golden hours have flown, That it was not her beart, but her money Or lost at laughter-loving Pleasure's shrine. they wanted.
I fondly hoped to cull the classic page, But attend, and I'll tell you a way to discover Or woo stern Science in her sombre cell: A man that would suit you, K. H. for a Scil meaner thoughts each passing day engage, Jover;
Aud e'en neglected lies the Muses shell.
Yet I had hop'd to form a reptur'd strain, ; ! had I known thee' known the feeling soui Might bid my memory triumph o'er the Which thus could wake Affection's dulcet tomb
lyre; But Genius flies from Pleasure's brawling Thou no'er hadet felt Misfortune's harsh train,
controul, And seeks the shadowy glen 'mid @v'ning's Nor Poverty have damp'd thy Muse's fire. gloom.
O! had I known thee! to my bosom prest; Tis hers to climb the mountain's craggy Thou shouldst have warbled many' a lovesteep,
taught lay; And gaze upon the scene that glows around; Whilet I, reclin'd upon thy swelling breast, To bend, astonishid, o'er the foaming deep, Had sigh'd the rapture which I could not Or list with horror to the tempest's sound.
say! 'Tis hers, reclin'd beneath the moon's pale And when thy feeling heart had ceas'd to bezm,
beat, To give the passing air a living form; No other love thy memory should profane; Or, wilder'd in Imagination's dream,
For in what breast do shy affections meet! To view the angry Spirit of the storm. 'Thy like, thou tender maid! wę ne'er
shall see again * !! Yet what avails her pow'r, her thoughts re
fin'd! They only give a keener sense of woe;
STANZAS ON MY OWN FATE, Far more sereneness feels the humble mind, Than they whose breasts with Genius'
ADDRESSED TO MY SISTER. throbbings glow.
By W.M. T. Then be it mine, amidst domestic joys, AH! sad, my dear, girl! are the thoughts To live retir'd, nor feel Ambition's flame:
which arise Its wild controul the bosom's peace destroys,
When I think on my days yet to come; And ardumus is the path which leads to When I think, where I hop'd to find unchangfame!
I shall meet with Misfortune's chill gloom, But happy he, with calm Contentment bless'd,
Who gazes raprur'd on an infant train, Yes, yes, my Maria ! too wel I can feel Clasping a lov'd Companion to his breast, That this breast is e'er.doom'd to know Who gives each pleasure zest, and soothes
sorrow; cach pain.
That, heedless of wealth, to-day from me
shall steal, Be mine his hliss! in some sequester'd shade, Nor prudence provide for to-morrow. Far from the worid, its foll.es, and its crimes!
That the vot'ry of Fancy, to passion a slave, Be mine to mark life's latest shadows fade, With a heart that's unconscious of guile, Whilst Nature's lore my humble joy sub I shall e'er be the dupe of each mean ped limcs.
And the prey of each villain's dark wile. Tho' not forgot should be the simple lay, T'hat oft hath charm'd misfortune's heavy That when, 'midst the crowd of dull mortalög. hour
to stray Sull, Poesy! I'd court thy heavenly sway,
And seek riches should be my desire; Still should my willing bosom own thy I shall list to the sounds of the soul-thrilling power!
lay, Or strike the soft chords of my lyre. That too proud (with the hope of a ne'er
dying name) ELEGY
At the shrine of the Great to importune,
Grim Want shall assail me Discase waste To the Memory of Mrs. Mary Robinson,
my framewritten after reading her Life and Poems. The child of the Muse and Misfortune. By W. MT
O! Poesy! why thus thy votaries use?
Why give them to mis'ry and care? SPIRIT of Sensibility and Love!
Why must he who the meed of the Poet: Doom'd by stern Fate to many a pang se
His folly and poverty share? The sing of Malice, Envy's scoff prove,
And shed fir Man's ingratirude the tear! * Sotheby's “Fancy Sketch.'
Official Report, dated Elbing, Jan. 29. Passenheim, with their right toward
• THE intended junction between Eylau.' marshal Bernadoite and marshal Ney, General L'Estocq is posted from the former of whom marched in the Saalfeldt to Reisenberg and Mariennight between the 24th and 25th from werder. Elding, has been interrupted on the • According to some reports, for the retreat of the latter near Mohringen, veracity of which we cannot, however, in consequence of the expeditious and altogether vouch, a large corps of Cosunexpected arrival of the combined sacks and Calmucks is shortiy to come Russian and Prussian corps. In the from Pillau, through the district of enemy's retreat near Mohringen, Lieb. Dantzic, to act against the insurgents.', stadt, and Saalfeldt, 4,000 of them were The counsellor Theveust writes as taken prisoners, ten pieces of cannon, follows to the government of Dantzic, and two stands of colours, as well as His dispatch s dated Marienwerder, the whole baggage of marshal Berna- January 27:dette. The brave lieuto-general Von . On the 24th and 25th of January, Anrepp, however, of the Russian corps, two actions took place at Muhringen, has been killed by a musket ball. in which the divisions of Ney and Eer
• Marshal Bernadotte has been driven nadotte were almost destroyed or disback, by the persevering advance of our persed, and the remains of the latter forces, into the forests of Strasburg, 20 officer's corps is cut off. Murat is leagues from Elbing; and marshal Ney wounded and taken, Bernadotte seto Przasnicz, in New East Prussia. verely wounded, Rapp killed, and gea The former is completely surrounded; neral Fourbier made prisoner. but the latter has joined prince Murat, Bonaparte is ill at Warsaw of a and the combined army will shortly nervous fever. The Polish insurgents give them battle. The Russian army are in a wretched condition. "Tinc con. is commanded by the general in chief tributions of Elbing, amounting to sixty Von Bennigsen,' and consists of ten die thousand crowns, are re-taken at wohvisions, or upwards of 200,000 men, ringen, with the entire equipage of which will be joined in a fortnight by Bernadotte. Hersmann Platou, with 20 pieces of • The first are at Marienwerder; the riding artillery, and 30,000 Cossacks. Russians are at Culm; the blockade of
• Position of the ten divisions of the Graudentz is 'raised; the bridge of army :
Thorn has been carried away by the •s. General Von Essen, with 40,000 ice, which renders the passage of the men, stands near Brochi and Wissocki, French across the Vistula very difficult. in Macomiecki, New East Prussia. • Lannes has lost both his legs; 6,000
. 2. Major-general Scdmoratzky, with French are killed, and 4,000 wounded. 20,000 men, near Johannsberg, Cloys, The victory was obtained by the arria and Nickolaiken, between the lakes. val of the tivo corps of Bennigsen and
• The remaining seven divisions, L'Estoca. A general engagement is which are fronted by two vaa-guards expected. General Victor, who has and a corps of cavalry, have their left been made prisoner, is arrived at nta wing extended towards Neidenberg and zic.'