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Befides which, feveral gentlemen, ftruck with his extraordinary oeconomy, winked at his going over their manors with his moderate pack.

"Accident has, fince, removed this uncommon man to Lewes, in Suffex, where, on the fame ftipend, he continues to maintain the fame family. Curiofity led me to vifit this extraordinary party, about their dinner time. The two legged part of it were clean, though not fuperfluously clothed, and feemed to live like brothers with the furrounding animals. It looked, in fhort fomewhat like the golded age. Mr. O. himself feemed and acted like the father of the quadrupeds, as well as the bipeds, and as fuch, decided with the utmost impartiality, for Master Jacky having taken a

bone from Jowler, he commanded inftant reftitution. And, on the other hand, Doxy, having fnatched a piece of liver from Mits Dorothea, was obliged, on the spot, to reftore it to the young lady.

“On enquiry, I found that Mr. O. was the younger fon of a gen tleman of good family, but fmall fortune, in the North of England, and that having imprudently married one of his father's fervants, he was turned out of doors, with no other fortune than a fouthern hound, big with pup, whofe offspring has face been a fource of profit and amusement to him." F. G.

"The writer of the above letter has informed the editor, that this very extraordinary character has lately refided, with the fame family, at Croydon, in Surrey.”

Different ANECDOTES illuftrating the Force of GRATITUDE.

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HERE is a fpecies of grate ful remorse, which fometimes has been known to operate forcibly on the minds of the most hardened in impudence. Towards the beginning of this century, an actor, celebrated for mimicry, was to have been employed by a comic author, to take off the perfon, the manner, and the fingularly auk. ward delivery of the celebrated Dr. Woodward, who was intended to be introduced on the stage in a laughable character. The mimic dreff ed himself as a countryman, and waited on the doctor with a long catalogue of ailments, which he faid attended on his wife. The phyfician heard with amazement, diseases and pains of the most oppofite na eure, repeated and redoubled on the

wretched patient. For, fince the actor's greatest with was to keep Dr. Woodward in his company, as long as poffible, that he might make the more obfervations on his geftures, he loaded his poor imaginary fpoufe with every infirmity, which had any probable chance of prolonging the interview. At length, being become completely malter of his errant, he drew from his purse a guinea, and with a scrape, made an uncouth offer of it. "Put up thy money, poor fellow," cried the doctor, "put up thy money. Thou haft need of all thy cafh and all thy patience too, with fuch a bundle of difeafes tied to thy back."

"The actor returned to his em. ployer, and recounted the whole converfation, with fuch true feeling

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of the phyfician's character, that the author fcreamed with approbation. His raptures were foon checked, for the mimic told him with the emphafis of fenfibility, that he would fooner die than proftitute his talents to the rendering fuch genuine humanity, a public laughing ftock.

"A more grotefque inftance of the fudden power of gratitude, may be adduced in a modern Kentifh anecdote, perfectly well attested.

"A parfon Patten, of Whitstable, was well known in his own neighbourhood, as a man of great oddity, great humour, and equally great extravagance. Once, ftanding in need of a new wig, his old one defying all farther affiftance of art; he went over to Canterbury, and applied to a barber, young in the

bufinefs, to make him one. The tradefman, who was just going to dinner, begged the honour of his new customer's company at his meal, to which Patten most readily confented. After dinner a large bowl of punch was produced, and the reverend gueft, with equal readinefs joined in its demolition. When it was out, the barber was proceeding to bufinefs, and began to handle his meafure, when Mr. Patten defired him to defift, faying he should not make his wig. "Why not," exclaimed the astonished host, “have I done any thing to offend you, Sir?" "Not in the leaft," replied the guest," I find you are a very horfeit, good-natured, fellow; fo I will take fomebody elfe in. Had you made it, you would never have been paid for it."

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POETRY.

ODE on His MAJESTY's BIRTH-DAY

By the Rev. T. WARTON, B. D. Poet-Laureat.

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Walks forth, the noontide landscape to deform;
Durk grows the vale, and dark the distant grove,
And thick the bolts of angry Jove

Athwart the watry welkin glide,

And streams th' aerial torrent far and wide:
If by fhort fits the ftruggling ray
Should dart a momentary day,

Th' illumin'd mountain glows awhile,
By faint degrees the radiant glance
Purples th' horizon's pale expanfe,
And gilds the gloom with hafty smile :
Ah, fickle fmile; too fwiftly paft!
Again refounds the fweeping blaft;
With hoarfer din the demon howls,
Again the blackening concave scowls !
Sudden, the fhades of the meridan night
Yield to the triumph of rekindling light:
The reddening fun regains his golden fway,
And nature ftands rev.al'd in all her bright array.

Such was the changeful conflict, that poffefs'd
With trembling tumult every British breaft;
When Albion, towering in the van fublime
Of Glory's march, from clime to clime
Envied, belov'd, rever'd, renown'd,
Her brows with every blifsful chaplet bound;
When, in her mid career of itate,

She felt her monarch's aweful fate!-
Till Mercy from thʼ Almighty throne
Look'd down on man, and waving wite
Her wreath, that in the rainbow died,
With hues of foften'd luftre fhone,

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And bending from her fapphire cloud,
O'er regal grief benignant bow'd ;
To tranfport turn'd a people's fears,
And stay'd a people's tide of tears:

Bade this bleft dawn with beams aufpicious fpring,
With hope ferene, with healing in its wing;
And gave a fovereign o'er a grateful land.
Again with vigorous grafp to ftretch the fcepter'd hand.

O favour'd king, what rapture more refin'.',
What mightier joy, can fill the human mind,
Than that the monarch's confcious bofom feels,
At whofe dread throne a nation kneels,
And hails its father, friend, and lord,
To life's career, to patriot fway restor❜d;
And bids the loud refponfive voice
Of union all around rejoice?

For thus to thee when Britons bow,
Warm and fpontaneous from the heart,
As late their tears, their tranfports start,
And nature dictates duty's vow;
To thee, recall'd to facred health,
Did the proud city's lavish wealth,
Did crowded streets alone difplay
The long-drawn blaze, the feftal ray ?
Meek Poverty her feanty cottage grac'd,
And flung her gleam across the lonely wafte!
Th' exulting ifle in one wide triumph ftrove,
One focial facrifice of reverential love.

Such pure unprompted praife do kingdoms pay,
Such willing zeal, to thrones of lawless fway?
Ah! how unlike the vain the venal lore

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To Latian rulers dealt of yore,
O'er guilty pomp, and hated power,
When ftream'd the fparkling panegyric fhower:
And flaves to fovereigns unendear'd
Their pageant trophies coldly rear'd!
For are the charities, that blend
Monarch with man, to tyrants known?
The tender ties, that to the throne
A mild domeftic glory lend;
Of wedded love the league fincere,
The virtuous confort's faithful tear!
Nor this the verfe that flattery brings,
Nor here I ftrike a Syren's ftrings;

Here, kindling with her country's warmth, the Muse,
Her country's proud triumphant theme purfues :
Ev'n needlefs here the tribute of her lay!-
Albion the garland gives on this diftinguifh'd day.

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HYMN

HYMN to the GENIUS of ODOURS.

By BOCAREZ the Arabian Poet: tranflated by SIR WILLIAM JONES.

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Soft Pow'r of Sweetness! hither blow,
Mix with my goblet's purple glow,
So fhall the liquid breezes bear
To Rafab's tomb; a lover's care;
Thy fcented hands the garland bind,
To deck Somara's filken wind,
Which dares to reft on Mirza's cheek,
When first its morning blushes break.

But do not touch thofe piercing eyes,
Whence unrelenting lightning flies,
For, ah! 'midst those destructive fires
The Bird of Araby expires;
Amidst those flames again revives,
And, lo! a new-born Phoenix lives,
To feek thy bleft falubrious throne,
And pass a rapt'rous age alone.

Soft Pow'r of Sweetnefs! Mirza's breast
Shall bring thy balmy pinion reft;
Not always fhall it flutt'ring go,
But ftop where Love's young lilies blow.
Yield to defire-O! quit restraint,
In life's delicious Eden faint,
While Aloey fans the gales employ,
And odours heighten natures joy.

Bliss to the wild unconquer'd bands,
Who dwell on Arab's defart fands;
Who nobly feize, in gallant train,
Balfora's merchants on the plain :
May loaded camels fwell their store,
And fparkling gems, and valued ore!
For wealth Bocarez ne'er fhall rove,
The plunder that he feeks-is Love.

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