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history, and a second leiter to the borough of Aylesbury shall soon prove it.

I ask L- M- pardon, for I was several days at Rome, and never once saw either the Old Pretender or the Cardinal of York, or his L- p's own brother, the titular Viscount of Dunbar, in his green ribbon, or his own sister, the Countess of Inverness.

P. S. It is pretended and believed at the Pretender's Court, that L- M-- - will be 'created a Knight of the Thistle upon the next promotion, which gives no small satisfaction here,

To the Printer of the London Evening Post.The following Scripture sentences, as also a copy of verses, &c. are on a tomb stone, erected by one Mr. Oliver Miller, on Haydown-hill, near Arundel, in Sussex, which he intends for the reception of his body after death.

These Sentences are on the top of the Tomb. 1 Cor. xv. 22. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

John i. 17. For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ. .

John iii 15. That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.

Eccles. iii. 22. Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better than that a man shall rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion : for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him ?

2 Peter i. 14. Knowing that shortly I must put off this my tabernacle, even as our Lord Jesus Christ hath shewed me. The underwritten Copy of Verses, with the Moral, areon

the East side of the Tomb.
Why should my fancy any one offend,
Whose good or ill on it does not depend ?
'Tis at my own expence: except the land
(A gen'rous grant!) on which my tomb doth stand.
This is the only spot that I have chose
Wherein to take my lasting, long repose.
Here, in the dust, my body lieth down :
You'll say, it is not consecrated ground !
Igrant the same; but where shall we e'er find
The spot that e'er can purify the mind;
Or to the body any lustre give ?
This more depends on what a life we live.
When the last trumpet shall begin to sound,
”Twill not avail 'em where the body's found.

The Moral.
Blessed are they, and only they

Who in the Lord the Saviour die;
Their bodies wait redemption's day, .

And sleep in peace where'er they lie.
The Hieroglyphic of Death and Time, with the follow-

ing Lines, are on the West side.
Death! why so fast? Pray stop your band, -
And let my glass run out its sand.
As neither Death nor Time will stay,
Let us improve the present day.

Why start you at that skeleton!
'Tis your own picture which you shun:
Alive it did resemble thee,
And thou, when dead, like that shall be.
But though Death must have his will,

Yet old Time prolongs the date,
Till the measure we shall fill,

That's allotted us by Fate.
Wben that's done, then Time and Death

Both agree to take our breath.

The above gentleman has also his coffin in his own house, which he takes a view of every morning as soon as he rises.

To the Printer of the London Evening Post.Sir,-As a proof, amongst many others, how much princes are kept in the dark, relative to the real state of their affairs, the following anecdote will evince. When the Portuguese in the year 1640, threw off the Spanish yoke, and elected the Duke of Braganza, their King, by the title of John the IVth, the Spanish Minister, Olivarez, introduced the intelligence to his master, Philip IV. by wishing him joy of the disturbances created in Portugal by the Duke of Braganza ; “ for,” says he, “ as soon as ever this rebellion is crushed, your Majesty will have an opportunity of getting at the Duke's coffers, which are immense.” This piece of joyful news, however, turned out quite the reverse, as the Duke not only kept his money for himself, but was the cause of dismembering the kingdom of Portugal from Spain to this very hour.


· Epigram.--On a Lady who beat her Husband. Come hither, Sir John, my picture is here;

What think you, my love, don't it strike you ? Can't say it does, just at present, my dear,

But I think it soon will, it's so like you.

Stanzas on an old blind Horse, in the possession of the

Bishop of Dromore.
What though the icy hand of time

Has cool'd thy ardour, damp'd thy speed,
Yet still thou rear’st thy crest sublime,

Yet still thou stepp'st a comely steed.
Though now those orbs are quench'd in night,

That sparkled once with youthful fire;
Yet cherish'd hy instinctive light,
• Thy noble spirit's still entire.
Thy symmetry remains complete,

Still graceful flows thy mantling mane,
Thy taper ears, thy well-set feet,

Their pristine beauty still retain.
That shining skin, so soft and sleek,

That trim tail's fashionable air,
Thy master's kind regard bespeak,

And show his servant's duteous care.
Old Steed! sure 'twas a lucky day

That brought thee first to such a birth;
While others drudge their lives away,

Thine flows in feasting, ease, and mirth.
And could a Poet's wish prevail,

When here thy vital race is run, .
Thy form should still through ether sail,
A sprightly courser of the sun.

Hafiz .

The poor Negro, Sadi.--- A Fragment.

Ab! poor Negro, Sadi, what sorrow, what anguish,

Oppress the lone victim fate dooms for a slave; What eye or wbat beart o'er those sorrows shall languish,

What finger point out the lone African’s grave?

First torn like a wretch from his innocent dwelling,

And torn from Abouka, the wife of his soul;
Then forc'd, while his heart was indignantly swelling,

To bow his proud neck to the despot's controul.

Think not, European, though dark his complexion,

Dark, dark, as the hue of the African's fate, That his mind is devoid of the light of reflection,

And knows not distinctions of love or of hate. And believe, when you see him in agony bending,

Beneath the vile lash, if he fainting should pause, That pure are to Heaven his sorrows ascending,

And dear shall you pay for the torture you cause. Mark! mark! the red blood, that, so eloquent streaming,

Appeals to the Godhead thou sayest is thine! Mark! mark! the sunk eye, that on Heaven is beaming ; It calls—deep revenge on oppression and crime.


History of Malta.—The Maltese, though continually subject to different nations, have always preserved their original character: which sufficiently proves their descent, and, at the same time, shews that they have mixed very little with any of the people who have by turns governed their country.

Their countenances announce an African origin.

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