THE VICAR AND HIS CURATE.-AN EPIGRAM. As the corpse of the Vicar the Curate was eyeing, "Oh! muse not, my dear," says his wife," 'bout men's dying." Very good's the advice," says the Curate, "you 're giv ing; For I muse on the dead, but in hope of the living." MOSES. THE GENERAL LOVER. TRANSLATED FROM THE ARABIAN OF ABOU ALY, THE MATHEMATICIAN. IN N this age of millinery and metaphysics, of gallantry and instruction, of phantasmagoria and feeling, it is gratifying to observe even our leading people encouraging Philosophy, and priding theniselves upon HINTS TO A PRINCE. 131 upon the discoveries they are making in the Arts. In proof of this, we learn, with great pleasure, that in a Literary Society, of rare distinction, the following Premiums have been lately adjudged : To the Right Hon. S. Perceval, a piece of massive Gold, in the shape of a Crown, for his new Political Lens, by which he has discovered that the Prince of Wales is much older than he thought he was some days ago. To the Lord Chancellor, a medal, for ascertaining that the using another person's hand and seal, in politics, is matter of mere good-humour and jocularity'; and To the Right Hon. Mr. Yorke, a Lancaster writingdesk, for his mode of instructing a Sergeant of the Cambridgeshire Militia, in the space of a few hours, in the whole system of naval tactics. All the Lessons executed in Sea-sand for the use of the Admiralty. ACADEMICUS. MILITARY CREED. [From the British Press, Feb. 12.] SHOULD the People inquire-for the question is brief- For, when heavy Commissions and Honours come forth, HINTS TO A PRINCE. [From the same] HOW oft a good Master bad servants bewails, BREVIS While his guests will fare better who give them their vails': But for you, Gracious Prince! how much better 't would be, If, instead of their vails, you would give them valé! \ G 6 BREVIS. TO LORD STANHOPE. [From the Morning Post, Feb. 12.] WHEN lately, my Lord, full of wit and Joe Miller, It seems you thought proper their Lordships to favour Now, my Lord, a strange change (as perhaps you have heard), Since your Lordship was witty, has somehow occurr'd; Are fore'd both in power and place to have proxies. It might chance to affect in some measure your barber: What has happen'd 't is thought at his system might strike, Take care to lay up in your Lordship's wise sconce. TO LORD STANHOPE. This fearing (although I am happy to learn, In the book I have nam'd, which so often you quote, 133 Which, of course, you'll be sure to lay carefully by, If on this subject any one kicks up a rout : My Lords, you have little occasion to grin, He still charges the same, and contends there's no wrong, But the Prince having firmly resolv'd, on reflection, But shav'd All the Talents' so plaguily close, That no trouble in dressing their beards be can have, TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING CHRONICLE. [Feb. 13.] SIR, IN N looking over the papers of my late worthy friend Mr. Scrip, one of the few dealers in loans who understand Horace, I found the following effusion of gratitude, dated about six years back. It is quite at your service to print or throw away; only if you are inclined to let it see the light, you had better first consult a Lawyer. It may be a libel, you know, though neither you nor I can find it out. Yours, &c. E. B. HORACE, HORACE, Book IV. Ode III. imitated. THE man whom Pitt with favour eyes, And now, with wealth and honour grac'd, Money and credit both obey; Whose potent word can make (God knows) To thee I owe the rapture sweet, To hear, while passing Lombard Street, Crowds for my dinners bend the knee, All, all, great Pitt, is due to thee. * Pope. } SHILLINGS |