Weekly Regifter, April 29. N° 107. Of Suicide, or Self-Murder. Ο NE who calls himself Heli, the Turkish Traveller, endea vours to fhew; why the English are more liable to this Crime than other People. The Word Freeman, he fays, levels the whole Nation, and the meanest among them are fo vain of this Distinction, that they look down with Contempt on a Slave of Quality. It makes them proud, apt to aflume, and impatient of Submiffion; afpiring to every Thing above them with Eafe, and stooping to any Thing beneath them with Difficulty and Pain. This makes them the worft Servants in the World, never eaty in Subjection. This Pride too makes them expenfive, and confequently unfortunate. Ill-Fortune puts them upon the Fret, and the Glooth of their Climate is an additional Weight, that finks them into. Despair at once, and Death is the only remaining Cure. with, and deferts the Poft he should have maintain'd with Honour. He who shortens his Days to avoid Difficulties, is abundantly less brave than he who behaves with Refolution under them, and fuits his Mind to his A Condition. B C Universal Spectator, April 29. No 186. T Burlesque upon Authors. HE whole Fraternity of Writers, who are continually fpinning out their Wits, as the Silk-Worm does its Bowels, to benefit and pleasure others, with one Voice cry out, that their Labours are neglected, tbemfelves flighted, and their Brains can scarte procure them wherewithal to fill their Bellies. Of this poor Jack Funnel is an Inftance, whofe Cafe is here publish'd in Hopes of mak ing the World afham'd of its Ingratitude. Having generously spent a Fortune of 300l. per Ann. and thereby gain'd the Character of a good-natur'd honeft Fellow, he devoted himfelf to his Country's Service in Quality of an Author; and tho' 'tis 25 Years fince, and he has drawn his Pen in every Caufe, at prefent he is Master of but one Suit of Clothes, and they too much impair'd, and finds it very diffi. cult to defray the daily Expence of a Six-penny D Ordinary. As to the Unreasonableness of this Deed of Horror, he fays, if any can be tir'd of Life, becaufe 'tis the fame Farce play'd over and over, it argues great Ignorance, fince Nature can afford a wife Man eternal Entertainment: If the Happy would rush on E Death the Moment they ceafe to be fo, they behave mot ungratefully to Providence, that had fo long favour'd them. If the perfectly Unhappy fly to Death for a Cure of their Misfortunes, they diftruit the Goodnefs of the Almighty, and fruftrate F the very End of Adverfities, which are only in Vifitation of our Follies, or to awaken us to Virtue. But nothing can be more trifling than to call this Madness Bravery, or cfteem it Courage to die, rather than fuffer Pain: He who acts thus is no better G than a Coward; he flies from the Enemies he was made to combat When first, fays he, I appear'd as an Author, it was in a borrid,barbarous, and bloody Murder: The Impreffion went roundly off, by which I was enabled to turn a Coat, and fole and heelpiece two Pair of old Shoes. Soon after, I came out with the frange and furprizing Appearance of the murder'd Perfon's Apparition; by Virtue of which, I took my Waistcoat out of Pawn, and furnish'd myself with a Pound of Candles. Robòeries, Earthquakes, and blazing Stars, abroad or at home, have ufually ferv'd to wash and mend my Linnen. The whole Life and Conversation, Birth, Parentage, and Education of confiderable Men, have fupply'd me for many Years with Pipes and Tobacco; Laft Wills and Teftaments pay my Barber; and the Interpretation of Dreams, together with good Advice to love-fick Maidens, keep me in Shoes and Stockings. When my Works grow ftale, I vamp them up, and give them another Run by a different Title-Page. I ranfack old Novels, and pass them off for fecret Hiftory, and difguife the Reafons of former Reigns under the Cover of a Letter to a Member of the prefent Parliament. By thefe Means, and by Elegies, Ballads, Bell-man's Verses, &c. I make a hard Shift to pick up a Liveli hood, A Knave at the Bottom: Or, the Dealer fure of a Trump. Being a fair Discovery of a foul Confpiracy, formed by a fecret Cabal, found fitting in a certain Privyhouse that thall be nameless : Bundled up into a Ballad, for the Ufe and Edification of all good Singers. To the Tune of Hey, Boys, up go we, &c. As they caball'd together, 11. As one can fight, and both can write IV. Let broils inteftine tofs the f--te, When we have no command? I'd curfe the fate of being free To the dealer turn, expecting elves, Weekly Register, April 22. N° 106. On the Death of a Friend; who died for the Love of Sylvia, whose Friends unreasonably broke off the intended Match between them. SHALL virtuous Strephon unlamented die ? Shall Strephon's afbes unlamented lie ? མ་ Will no one (whom the Mufes love) relate -- gloom A ghoft (tho' Strephon's) bover o'er a tomb; -Now fadly leaning on bis tomb I ftand.-- How shall I 'fcape the alluring baits of vice, Depriv'd of thy example and advice? I dread difhonour, but myself I fear, Too prone (alas!) to lend a willing ear To pleasure's voice; the wanton harlot's tongue Deceives more furely than the Syren's fong. Hard fate of youth! by whirlwind paffions toft, On every rock in danger to be loft ; Thro' this tempeftuous fea bow shall I fteer? Thou my fafe pilot gone--zuby ftay I bere ?---In mercy ope thy marble jaws, O tomb! And bide me in thy hofpitable womb!---But ab! what means that fudden flash of light? --See! beaven itfelf lies open to my fight; See! Strephon comes in pureft light array'd; --Immortal bail! bail bappy friendly fhade! Say why this bonour to a mortal pay'd? O fair inhabitant of heaven say why Thou leav'ft the blissful regions of the sky, Seats of the gods, where peace and harmony For ever divell.--But bark! the vision speaks, Hark bow his tongue celestial musick breaks !---Ceafe thy inquiry, mortal, and attend The wholesome counfel of thy guardian friend ; Weep o'er the living, not the dead, for know Our portion's happiness, yours pain and woe; E If ર If mortals pleasure rightly understood, may betide.- On the First of April. An Epigram on reading Falje Tafte. ETP L -pe no more what Ch-s builds deride, Because he takes not nature for his guide; Since, wondrous critick, in thy form we fee That nature may mistake as well as be. The following Copy of Verfes was fpoken lately at the Tripos in Cambridge. ONE night, as home I tripp'd alone, Tho' laymen, who at midnight roam, Befides, Sir, I in anfwer thereto; intention He put on (it is ftrange, pray bear it) To be the fame,. or fomewhat near it. I told them, I had ne'er a watch. Servanda fides cum latrone: They would not take it, were't my right, } The The Mifer on his Death-Bed. From the Mifer's Praife of Gold: A Poem. SEE on his bed the fickly dotard lie, The gaping legatees around must cry; His mind with cares, bis body wreck'd with pain; Would be might live his finful days again: Atboufand pious acts be has in flore, Which ne'er sccurr`d to bis dull thoughts before. Unthinking man!—but now his boarded wealth He'll make fubfervient to his future bealth; He bates the world, no farther leafe would take Of this vile earth but for religion's fake; To be the orphan's father, widow's fpcufe, And build the bungry, or the Lord an boufe Fly! call in aid, to Sloan, to Gibbons fly! Phyfick forbid fo good a man fhou'd dieThe doctor mounts the fairs with fober pace, Affects the look, and fets his formal face. How do you, Sir? Ob! doctor, never worse; Spare not your art, and I'll not spare my purse: Five hundred guineas for my life, be cries, What give the heir? Five hundred more be dies. And justly. Slave, would'st thou renounce thy God, Unbleft by bim, a few fad days to nod. Gold is my life, religim, vigour, wealth; Give me but this, take thou tby future health. Common Fame put to Shame: Or, Truth's Reply to Tittle Tattle. Forbear, thou common lyar, common fame, With envious breath, to blaft Amelia's name To marr ber merits with ficticious flaw, And give her up to men fhe never faw! For know, vile babler! spight of all thy pains, Unfully'd fill the lovely maid remains: Made wife by others barms, the cautious fair Scorns the temptation, and avoids the fnare. Kitty: A Paftoral. From a Collection of Poem, called, a Muje in Livery. FROM beneath a cool fhade, by the fide of a fiream, Thus writes thy Theander, and thou art bis theme: Thy beauties inspiring, my deareft, I'll shew, Qgods! you've made nothing so fair as my Come, lovely idea, come fill my fond arms, * The beautiful objects which round me do lie, Obferve tha: fair lilly, the pride of the vale, my dear. O hear the gay lark as fhe mounts in the fkies, How feet are her notes! bowy delightful ber voice! Go dwell in the air, little quarbler, ga, I have mufick enough while my Kitty's below. See there, on the top of that oak, bow the doves, Sit brooding each other, and cocing their loves : Our loves are thus tender, thus mutual our joy, When folded on each others bofom we lie." It glads me to fee how the pretty young lambs Are fondled,and cheriff'd, and low'd by theirdams: The lambs are lefs pretty, my dearest, than ther; Their dams are less ford, nor fo loving as me. I view all the brauties the world nocu puts on, Which all owe their birth to the warmth of the fun : The world is to me, in my dear Kitty's arms, And my love's the warm fun that must fill it with charms. But, leaving the fields and the groves, I retire To vifit the gardens, where art does confpire With nature, to finish one beauteous parterre; But beav'n in her face bas out-done them by far. Here various flowers fill paint the gay scene, And as fome fade and die, others bud and look green; The charms of my Kitty are conftant as they; I fit on the ground, and reclining my bead, Repole among flow'rs, a faveet-smelling bed! A fweet-fmelling bed, yet ab! nothing so freeet, As Kity's dear befom, my balmy retreat. As I gaze on the river that smoothly glides by, Thus even and freet is her temper, I cry, Thus clear is her mind, thus calm and ferene; And virtues like gems at the bottom are feen. But in vain I compare ber, bere's nothing fo bright, And night now approaches and binders my fight; To bed I must haften, and there all her charms, In fofter ideas, I'll bring to my arms. D The GENTLEMAN's Monthly Intelligencer. H APRIL, 1732. MONDAY, April 3. IS Majefty went to the House of Peers, and gave the royal Affent to the following Bills, viz. The Land-Tax Bill of one Shilling in the Pound, the Bill for laying a Duty on Salt, the Bill for a Recompence of 14,000l. to Sir Thomas Lombe for. his Art of working the three Italian Engines for making Organzine Silk, a Bill for the more eafy Recovery of finall Debts in America, a Bill for importing from America directly into Ireland, Goods not enumerated in any Act of Parliament, fo far as it relates to the Importation of foreign Hops into Ireland; and to feveral private Bills. TUESDAY, 4. This being the Day fix'd by A& of Parliament for Meffieurs Robinson and Thomson to surrender themselves, (which they have not done) they are, for Non-Compliance, thereby de clar'd Felons convict. At the Afizes at Stafford one Capt. Manley was convicted of a Murder and Robbery, committed about five Years ago, and order'd for Execution. A poor Labourer of Ratoath in Ireland, being lunatick, murder'd three of his Children as they lay in their Beds, viz. a Daughter of 19, a Son of 16, and a Daughter of 9. He attempted alfo to murder his Wife |