jects to fuch an height, as to make them become vi. fible to thofe at Greenwich.

Q. How long this kingdom hath retain'd the name of England; when and by whom it receiv'd that title?

A. Egbert (fon of Alemond) one of the Kings of the Saxon Heptarchy, and 18th King of the Weft-Saxons, by his warlike atchievements (for he was one of the famous heroes of the age) conquered the other fix Kings, and reduc'd their dominions under his obedience. Whereupon in the year 819. he was crown'd at Winchefter fole monarch of South-Britain, under the new title of England, which he establifht by royal proclamation, as deriv'd from his ancestors, the Angles, who affifted the Saxons in the conqueft of this country.

Q. I defire your opinion, why lighted coals are red, and the flames of a different colour?

A. As according to the incomparable Sir Isaac Newton, all colours have their existence in the rays of light, fo objects are of different colours, according as their particles are difpos'd to fwallow up fome, and reflect other of the difform rays. As therefore the particles of the flame are differently modified from the particles of the fiery coals, fo the particular modification of the latter renders them capable of reflecting principally thofe rays, that are endued with a red colour, whereas the modification of the former difpofes them to the reflection of all, or almost all forts of rays, from which variety of mixture the colour of the flime arifes.

Q. I have often taken up a fire fick in my hand, and turned it fwiftly about; so that there feems a circle of fire, tho the fire is but in one place at a time.

A. The phenomenon proceeds from no other caufe than the fucceffive motion of the fiery particles, which by its difproportion'd swiftnefs fo eludes the optick nerves, as that they are not able to reprefent the intervals.

Q. Our

Q. Our youthful Sparks, and fuch are term'd the wits,
Nay, and fine Gentlemen, (but how this fits
Their genius, wife Apollo must advise,
Whofe fame fo great all others we despise)
In their brisk fallies, fatyrize, lampoon,
The fairer fex, and as a gross buffoon.
A marry'd man expofe, nor will believe,
That matrimony any joys can give ;
Yokes, halters, pillories are their frequent jeft,
By which their parts are wondrously expreft:
Now tell us whether this true gentry fhews,
Or wit fublime, or whence the error flows?

A. Far is't from gentry, fince the best bred men
Efteem the fex the nobleft gift of heav'n;
The nearest to the glorious forms above,
Fram'd to exalt the extacy of love;

To crown with utmost blifs our wishes while
They raife our joys to raptures with a smile.

Much lefs is wit in thofe poor thoughts main-
tain'd,

It rather fhews, that to the dregs 'tis drain'd;
Since all they prate, is only what before,
A thousand times has been repeated o'er ;
They fanfie that their fovereigns they are,
And have prerogative t' infult the fair ;
Bafe, abject thoughts, which nobler brutes reject,
Ought they not, if they'd govern to protect?
Much lefs with hateful cowardice preténd,
To triumph over thofe, unarmed to contend.
Their fenfelefs palate, through a vicious life,
Gives them no taft i'th' bleffings of a wife;
Whilft (as it is the custom of a fool)
What they can't comprehend, they ridicule.

D'ye hear Apollo's fons!

Q. Nine taylors go to make a man,
As you did feem to prove,

By faying that a lufty maid,
Who met eight near a grove ;

And

And fhewing them a black pudding
Did fright them dreadfully,
Who thinking that it was a gun
Did lofe their coin thereby.
Now I, who am a taylor ftrong,
And will defend the caufe,
Will fight with any two of you
At either fword or paws.
'Cause you fuch feandals raife on us,
Methinks, 'tis very hard;
If you will meet between both parks
THE valiant Jon'than Pardoe.

A. Thou threat'ning ninth, of temper odd,
Whole manhood none believe;
Who laugh ft, when all the nation mourns,
And when that's o'er wilt grieve.
Flush'd on our griefs, like crows on corps,
Thou woud'it extend thy pan,
And fancy twelve pence more a day,
Will build thee up to man.

March to the parks, a dwarf black guard,

(Thy match) fhall meet thee nimble,

Thrash thy lank hide, although thou'rt arm'd
With needle, yard and thimble.

To a young Lady complaining that the Spinnet he play'd upon and fung to, was out of Tune.

ST

Till you complain, and ftill my foul,
Is fweetly beckon'd to your found,
About my lifted fancy phantoms roll,
My thoughts in fairy circles dance around.
Each piercing firoke your nimble fingers give,
Not only pleafes but dilates my mind,
I fwell methinks, beyond my felf and leave
The taste of frail mortality behind.
My beating heart of heav'nly force poffeft,
Knocks loudly at my earthly breaft.

Fain wou'd be gone, but knows not where ;
For when elated into air,

The found is loft which fummon'd it away,
Then all impatient of delay

The raptur'd fugitive is downwards fung,
Clings to your inftrument tho' loofely ftrung,
And hangs upon the mufick of your tongue :
Still you complain, ftill love infpire,
Like men, who live in an infected air,
I gape for breath, but ftrait admit defpair.
Each tuneful accent, arm'd with pointed pain,
Raifes the boundless fury of defire,

Which your harmonious charms can never lay again.
Ah cruel fair, too late alas! I fee,

The needless fratagem of your diflain,
You might with open force have conquer'd me,
For all refiftance had been vain.

But ah! you act like fome delufive foe,

Who does a feming ignorance difplay,

A while with aukward geftures waits each blow,
And with a rusty fword difputes the day.

Till his unwary enemy amaz'd

To find a fudden change in his alarms,
So long furpriz'd has on the wonder gaz'd,

That wanting skill to fight he throws away his

arms.

Q Could our first parents Adam and Eve have finned, had not the devil tempted them ?

A. Our first parents perhaps might never have tranfgrefs'd, had they not been tempted: But that they cou'd have finn'd, or that it was poffible for them to have finn'd, may be readily collected, in that they were created with a freedom of election (for otherwife they cou'd not have been tempted to fin) and in that he, who tempted them, was once a Seraph, and yet ventur'd upon fin without a tempter.

Q. We read in Rom. v. 14. That death reigned from Adam to Mofes, even over them that had not

finn'd after the fimilitude of Adam's tranfgreffion. Now fince thofe Ante-Mofaicks cou'd not violate the after law of Mofes, which denounc'd death to its tranfgreffors, nor yet were guilty of finning after the fimilitude of Adam's tranfgreffion, how came death to reign over them?

A. The very fame Apoftle in the immediately fucceeding verfe intimates the reafon in an hypothetical fentence, if thro' the offence of one many be dead, Adam by his disobedience to a pofitive law (and therefore to disobey a pofitive law is to fin after the fimilitude of Adam's tranfgreffion) intail'd the heritage of death upon his whole pofterity.

Q. 'Tis faid in the 27th verse, of the first chapter of Genefis, that God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him. And in the latter part of the faid verse, 'tis faid again, male and female created he them.

A. The word man in the paffage alledg'd, couches a fpecies under an individual, and therefore imports mankind. For at that time Adam and Eve compos'd the whole fpecies. And therefore him agrees with man, the word couching; them with mankind, the word coucht.

Q. Whether thofe that shall be extant at the day of judgment, fhall fuffer death, or any change in their bo dies, but receive their blifs or woe without any alteration ; and whether thofe that shall be rais'd, fhall be in all things like unto them?

A. To both the questions we reply from no less a perfon than St. Paul; Behold I fhew you a mystery, we hall not all fleep, but we shall all be chang'd in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump (for the trumpet fhall found, and the dead shall be rais'd incorruptible, and we shall be chang'd) For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality, 1 Cor. xv. 51, 52, 53. From which memorable paffage it evidently appears, that the dead fhall be rais'd, and the living chang'd into the very fame fimilitude, into an incorruptible, an immortal ftate. For Chrift shall change our vile body (whether

dead