that should mark the adept; his method, I fay, was to enter in his common-place book, every night on his returning home, what he heard in company, during the day, whether good or bad, true or falfe, wife or foolish, decent or indecent, proper or improper to be reported; with the author and fubject of it, and the time of uttering; duly marking the mode and tone of voice with which it was uttered. Then pour out the whole collection on the public, in a volley, without ever reflecting whether the perfons who are thus hauled into notoriety, and forced to make up part of a literary olio, against their will and knowledge, and often to their great furprife and confufion, will be pleafed or difpleafed with your purloining their fecret thoughts and unguarded expreffions, and forcing them to walk the ftreets and meet strangers, as I may call it, in a mental nightcap and banyan. Such conduct may produce mifchief, excite quarrels, fet irreconcilable enmities between friends, and kindle active animofities between ftrangers; it may blacken the memory of the dead, and embitter the peace of the living. But what of that, my fon? Why Thould you care? You are an antiquary, and are only labouring in your vocation. Some may be weak enough to call fuch conduct a vio lation of the laws of hofpitality; fome may term it a literary grand larceny, fome may call you fool, others rafcal; nay, fome may be fo abfurd as to kick your b: but what of that? Despise it all, and confider that you are only an antiquary, and labouring in your vocation. PHILO BOROMICUS. LINES WEITTEN BY THE ELDER CAPTAIN MORRIS, ON VISITING "Much he admir'd the place, the person more.” [Original] KNOX while forrow o'er the land is fpread Dear to thy Sov'reign, to thy country dear, Who only from the manfion judge the man? 2. A true criterion of the master's mind; To captivate the heart, and charm the fight; But all, alas! are loft, in lofing thee. Thy bright example hath conviction wrought'; ODE TO THE BRAIN. From the Morning Poft.] YSTERIOUS fource, and feat of fenfe, Whence all our whimfies fpring, Tnow prefume, with bold pretence, Thy energies to fing. The poets' celebrated fount (Whate’er its title be), That fprung from old Parnaffus' mount, Was but a type of thee. 1 Thou art the true Pierian well, : Thy infpiration Maro crown'd Hence Shakspeare ftill fupremely fhines Hence flow'd the fweet defcriptive lines Hence Pope and Prior charm by turns ; To thee, too, fentimental fource! His tale's effect-his moral's force His varied beauties owes. Plutarch and Tacitus of yore Thy vifions did illume; With many a fam'd historian more, Down to the day's of Hume. Nor lefs indebted to thy aid Is Eloquence confefs'd; From thee the learns to roufe, perfuade, Thou taught'ft Den ofthenes's tongue From thee those pow'rful periods (prung, When British Fox pours forth the tide Of argument fo clear, Thou art the intellectual guide That governs its career. Philofophy Philofophy, led by thy light, Great Newton hence, on eagle wing, When Painting leads Tafte's raptur'd eye Thy nervous influence alone The zeft, the pleasure gives; And Painting's tint, and Mufic's tone, But, ah! if Melancholy's clouds If round thy feat diftemper'd crowds Then Genius, Judgment, Fancy, fink And Madneís rends each focial link, Dromore. T.S. THE LAWSUIT. CALENUS, when his purse was light, Perfuades me to commence a fuit, But, But, lo! this paper war has lafted Longer than Homer's fiege of Troy; And ten times more would fain destroy. Now fince I'm not so rich as Clive, Nor force my heir to purchase wind. Calenus at the triple tree Ought furely his fuccefs to tell: Can hope for-till he reaches H-! Novus THE THE COURT OF DEATH. [From the New Joe Miller.] HE fupreme tyrant Death lately held a grand court, Here appear'd parfons, fextons, and grim undertakers, ance, Knowing well that on you I may place my dependance; Those poor wretches who come within reach of your claws, Yoll, |