public esteem, which contain in them- als increafe every month at leaft some felves a compleat body of arts and sci- fcorts. And arguing, as is always ences; and in which no labour or ex-permitted us in thefe cafes, from parpence hath been fpared, to render them ticulars to generals, from a parish to a the vehicles of univerfal knowledge and metropolis and a whole kingdom, there entertainment, A laborious German must have been deftroyed by fingeing of hath had for fome years a defign of fowl 70,000, by butter and cheese tranflating them into High Dutch, for 47,000, by tobacco and fnuffs 55,300, the amusement and instruction of his by candles, falt and bacon 63,420, ancountrymen; in which he hath met nually exported into foreign parts at the with all poffible encouragement from bottom of truffes and bales of fine goods the foreign princes and universities. I 100,000, over and above our home conam told he hath already in great for- fumption in trunks and band-boxes, wardness an index to all the pieces in which cannot be less than about as profe, and verse, which of itfelf when much more; and allowing for round compleated, will make two large vo- numbers and fome fmall errors in the Jumes in folio. calculation, we may very well fuppofe the remainder to have been employed in meaner ufes." I must own, that I thought his account extremely defective, which I reprefented to him as strongly as poffible, and that even granting him his own numbers, they fcarce amounted to one half of what were published; and your last article, faid I, is fomething extravagant. It roufed my refentment befides not a little, to find there was any room for fufpicion, that fuch ingenious and valuable collections met with no better fate. I read the account over and over, caft it up afresh from beginning to end, and from end to beginning, fearched out every little flaw, and fet forth the impoffibility of there being any dependance upon fuch calculations, in the strongest terms I Could think of. But not being able to convince him of his mistake, I thought myself bound in honour to lay the mat But the most curious piece of information I have received is from a parish clerk and undertaker, a man of strict honour and veracity, and of fome tafte for polite letters: who knowing that I was. particularly inquifitive after the number of periodical productions that came into the world, imagined that it would give me no less pleasure, to hear fomething of the manner in which they went out of it. Yet you know, faid he, after fome converfation upon the fubject of Magazines, and feveral handfome encomiums paffed upon them on my part, that as I deal pretty much in deaths and casualties, my taste naturally inclines me to enquire after the latter end of things. Perhaps I have been more attentive to the mortality of the works of the learned, than any man befides at this day in Great Britain. I find by a diligent examination, that of Magazines alone within myter before the world, juft as I received little diftrict, there have perifhed by it, without altering a single article; and fundry cafualties [naming them over at to leave every body to judge for themthe fame time] upwards of 300 within felves. the year; and what is worfe, the buri From the UNIVERSAL MAGAZINE. The Modern FINE LADY. Wing'd with diverfions all her moments flew, For love no time has the, or inclination, } Who fain would quit the blithsome nymph's foft charms, He bows with reverence at her facred fhrine, Ere long by friends, by cards, and lovers crofs'd, But ftill malignant fate all blifs denies, Behold her now in ruin's frightful jaws! Now rumbling o'er the ftones of Tyburn-road, } Until Until at length appears the ruin'd hall Her coach, the curate and the tradesmen meet, Now fee her in the fad decline of life, A peevish mistrefs, and a fulky wife; Her nerves unbrac'd, her faded cheek grown pale Severely humbled to her one-horse chair, Ev'n robb'd of the last comfort of her life, Infulting the poor curate's callous wife, Pride, difappointed pride, now ftops her breath, } And with true fcorpion rage she stings herself to death. A POEM upon a PN. By the MA K E R. OR once ye Criticks, let the mufe FOR Her fool's-cap wear, fpite of the thaking head Of ftern-eyed gravity- -for tho' the muse To frolick be difpos'd, no fong the chants Immoral; nor one picture will she hold, Ye Sylvan Deities! awhile adieu! Ye curling ftreams! whose banks are fring'd with flow'rs, Vilet and hare-bell, or the King-cup bright Farewel! for I must leave your rich perfumes But not that Pin, at whofe circumference Rotund, the ftrong-nerv'd ruftick hurls the bow! Ponderous and vaft: nor that which window barrs A fkittle; chiefly found where alehouse snug Of " 238 The BEAUTIES of all the MAGAZINES felected. - od pot Of Belle, would ftand her whimsical attire. 7 તું ક .b.* I of bed - bas Aup I woM The kerchief from her neck of snow would fall, spt 22 With freedom bold, and leave her bosom bare, larga RumbsHow would the fempitrefs trim thy want regret pied dirɔ (1я As the her apron forms! And how the man on or mi di ster Of law, fagacious with his fpectacles aldo On nose reverted 1 Frequent does he want -2006 Thy prompt affistance, to connect his fcraps -mi ot aw. And notes obliterated o'er. Thee oft -x9 gt In alley path, wide fquare, and open street The Mifer picks, as confcious of thy use, With frugal hand, accompanied with brow Of corrugated bent, he ftricks thee safe,.. Interior on his coat; then creeps along, Well judging thy proportion to a groat Thro' all thy different ftorehouses to trace Thy prefence, either in the fculptur`d dome, Or tenement clay-built, would ask a Pin, With points almost as various as thy heads t Where e'er thou art, or in whatever form, Magnificent in filver, or in brass, N. B. We are obliged to Mr. Woty for the above Poem, a gentleman who has favoured the Public with several other very ingenious productions. Σ A Journal of our NAVAL TRANSACTIONS, during this War. Wrote by MARTIN FORECASTLE, Mariner. As a fpecimen of the performance, we I F fo be that you expect courtly words from me in the way of fcholarhip, you may as well look under the Jine for frofty weather. All I fhall difcourse is in the plain way, as much to the purpose as I can ; but for your carved work, fine flourishing ftile, I am not freighted with any such cargo.. T A Pin a day, is a groat a year. published in 1680. In one birth or another I have been on board all this war; and what I have feen I will fay; but he that will fay more, is no mefs-mate for me, I affure you. When people put out a book to make a voyage into the world, it, meets with many variations, and at last perhaps brings its owners in debt; for I find there are pyrates at land, as well as in our element; for my part, I shall keep on in my own course, and if any perfons me, have a mind to run foul of By the bye a Pin has but one head. Poetica licentia for that I find, by taking an obfervation or two, that there are a fort of Land Sharks, who follow an Author, as the Sea Sharks do a Ship, to devour whatever is put out; and I find too, that these animals go by the name of Craticks, as that comical gentlemanthere, Mr GARRICK, calls them in his Farmers Verfes, That they are as troublesome as rats, and as hard to get rid of. collier employ) and feveral fine dressred folks came down into the hall as I was there, and they staid there three or four minutes, because they cou'd not get their coaches up, and they were all crying out against a book that was published the day before; one faid the author fhould not be encouraged, for he was anti-anti fomething, 'oh, ay, antiminifterial-Another declared, it must be a moft despicable performance, for he had feen the fellow who wrote it, in the park feveral times with holes in his ftockings. A young gentlewoman-looking fort of a lady, vowed it was so immenfely fatiguing to read any thing, ex Now I think this is very hard fome how, and ought not to be fuffered in a christian country, for one person to undermine another, and fo fpoil his mar ket; when may hap thele Craticks them-cept the Public Advertiser, that the felves, if they were to turn dealers, cou'd not make out half so good a bill of lading. But it's like the way of the world, some people don't love to fee their conforts and neighbours thrive, although the fame wind blows them Both to har bour. Others wont believe any thing can be well done, but what is done by themselves; and others are fo very booklearn'd, that their heads wont keep a clear reckoning, they will have it, nothing can be right but what was wrote 2000 years ago, and then they always heave off fuch a length of Latin and Greek, and Outlandish names, that an ordinary man, who only knows just ítarboard from larboard, has no more thare to make any way with them in the me thod of argument, than a bum-boat wou'd have against the Britannia in fair fighting.. And then there are your t'other end of the town fort of gentlefolks, all rigged every day in holyday trim, who never read themfelves, but only fay as the news papers, or their own ferivants tell them. They will cry out at once, this must be a borrid piece of work, the Author's "a fright ob monftrous my God what 'creatures there are in the world-Now the way that I come to know this, I will tell you I was waiting one day at my lord's for a protection for my brother's fhip's crew (he is in the cou'd not fupport it so the said, that the never would look into a book unless it was Hoyle, indeed but as to the work or volume they talked of, fhe was sure, though the never looked into it, or ever would, that it must be a vulgar piece of stuff by the title.. So thought I to myself, mercy upon us! what poor fancyful, fantastical things fome folks may be, who give their verdict about things they don't know, and conceit themfelves to be clever fort of people, because they pretend to talk, without understanding any thing they fpeak about. I am determined, thought I to myfelf, never to give them the opportunity of finding fault with me for writing a book. But it happened after that, a friend came to see me ay, it's now next monday just a fortnight fince - and we fell into talking about the times; and he asked me a great many queftions concerning foreign parts; and as I had not time then to refolve them all, I lent him my journal, and he came with it back in two days time, and perfuaded me to print it--but my friend told me, that it was proper for me to put out a preface before my book, to show what it was; for he faid, all authors did hang out fuch fort of things: but I told him, that I was only a failor, and not an author; and as to a preface, why I knew not how to go about it. As to the journal, why, well and good, any body might H |