Scream'd as the tempest shook her secret nest. THE SORROWS OF SUNDAY; AN ELEGY. From the Royal Tour, or Weymouth Amusement. By Peter Pindar, Esq. The intended Annihilatim of Sunday's harmless Amusement, by three or four most outrageously zealous Members of Parliament, gave birth to the following Elegy. The Hint is borrowed from a small composition intituled "The Tears of Old May-Doy." M LD was the breath of morn: the blushing sky Receiv'd the lusty youth with golden hair, Rejoicing in his race, to run, to fly ; As Scripture says, 66 a bridegroom débonnaire;" When, full of tears, the decent Sunday rose, And wonder'd sad on Kensington's fair green: And touch'd with tenderest sympathy, the scene. "Ah! pleas'd am I the humble folk to view; "Why should not man too rest?" No!' cries Sir Dick; Break Sin's vile bones-pull Satan by the nose; Give unbelief, the wretch, a rat's-bane dose; · Spit in foul Drunkenness's beastly mug; Kill, with sharp prayers, each offspring of the Devil; And box, with bats of Grace, the ears of Evil.' Susan, the constant slave to mop and broom; Ah! Ah! shall not they desert the house's gloom, Breathe the fresh air one moment, and look smart? And share his kisses in the shady bower?" The Devil's claws await the rogue and jade. My chapel is the purifying place; There let them go to wash their sins away; May have her tea and rolls, and hob and nobbing. Enjoy'd, in gardens, by the men of trade. Life with the down of cygnets may be clad! "Vice (did his rigid mummery succeed) Too soon would smile amid the sacred walls ; Venus, in tabernacles, make her bed ; And Paphos find herself amid St. Paul's. "Avaunt, Hypocrisy, the solemn jade, Who, wilful, into ditches leads the blind: Makes of her canting art, a thriving trade, And fattens on the follies of mankind! "Look at Archbishops, Bishops, on a Fast, Denying hackney-coachmen e'en their beer; Yet, Yet, lo! their butchers knock, with flesh repast; The fruiterer, lo, with richest pine supplies! THE MAN OF METHOD. From the Pursuits of Literature. A Satirical Poem. HERE liv'd a Scholar late(a) of London fame, THE A Doctor (b), and Morosophos (c) his name: With (a) When I am very particular in the description of the character, I abstain from giving the least hint of a real name. "Quis rapiet ad se quod erit commune omnium? or in Le Sage's inimitable language, "qui se fera connoitre mal à propos?" I only give this as A Gharacter, and say no more. (b) The word and title of "DOCTOR" is miserably abused. Frasmus long ago, in an Epistle from Louvain, in 1520 to the celebrated Cardinal Campeggio, observed, with some indignation, Und DocTORIS titulo gloriantur, nisi UT DOCEANT?" Erasmi Epist. Ed. Lond. Fol. 662. I wish this were written in large characters over the door of the Theatre at Oxford, and the Senate-House at Cambridge. () Morosophos, i. e. Stultè sapiens the Man of Method. But more presently of Dr. MOROSOPHOS, (d) A learned and useful Professor of Natural Experimental Philosophy at Cambridge. See his Works. (e) All the learned world know how Lord Monboddo believed, and still believes, that men had once tails depending from the gable end of their bodies, supposing them to go upon all fours. James Earle, Esq. Senior Surgeon at St. Bartholomew's Hospital, and Editor of the celebrated PERCIVAL POTT's Works., I have been informed that the notes which Mr. Earle has added are valuable; ror would I pass in silence the treatises he has given to the world in his own name, the result of extensive practice and of servation. (g) A young Surgeon of an accurate and philosophical spirit of investigation, from whose genius and labours I am led to think, that the medical art and natural science will hereafter receive great accessions, (b) The With Symonds, and with Grafton's Duke (b) would vie, A special clerk for metid and for plan, A little architect in all his schemes, Some say, he had a method in his dreams. Resolv'd on ease, his travels were at home, He lov'd, the pride of Chambers and of Soane. (m) And (b) The Duke of Grafton the Chancellor, and John Symonds, L. L.D. Professor of Modern History in the University of Cambridge, have both attracted the public attention by their various Hints and Observations ou subjects of Scripture. () See the Memoirs of Martines Scriblerus, chap. 1. How Dr. Cornelius observed all the rules given by the ancients to those who desire to generate children of wit, which Dr. Morosophos magnanimously disregarded. He neither cared for the South or the West Wind. (4) The three great, yet familiar Letter-writers of the age, are, John Nicholls, Esq. M. P. for Tregony, 1797. Sir James Murray (Pulteney) Secretary to the Duke of York in Germany, and the Rev. Dr. Randolph.-See" A Pair of Epistles in verse, with notes: the first to the Rev. Dr. Randolph, &c." second edition, 1796. I recommend them to the general entertainment, and perhaps instruction of the public. (4) That ingenious, accomplished, and very learned gentleman, ANDREW LU MISDEN, Esq. F. A. S. Edinb. has since that time taught us all, in the most agree able scholar-like manner. See his "Remarks on the Antiquities of ROME and its Environs, being a classical and topographical Survey of the Ruins of that cele brated City." 4to. 1797. It is a pleasing and most judicious performance of a Gentleman who appears to have enjoyed the united advantages of foreign travel, studious leisure, and polite company. () Two celebrated architects. The professional knowledge of Sir W. Chambers, Knight, (of most beroic memory) was profound and substantial. Mr. Soane has inore fancy and airiness of design, and is certainly a man of information and ingenuity. But he indulges himself a little too much in extravaganzas and whimi. See the Bank. (7) I am obliged for this information to a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries— Mr. And oft in thought, by antique pavements laid, On Sundays at Sir Joseph's (o) never fail'd, Would sometimes treat, his wines of chosen sort; The Mr. Carter is a draftsman of the very first merit, but his catholic zeal betrayed him, assisted by some Morosophists of the Society, to attack THE FIRST GENIUS IN ARCHITECTURE, in the kingdom, MR. WYATT. Longa est injuria: longæ ambages. It is difficult to prove that the Society of Antiquaries was instituted solely to preserve the purity of Gothic Architecture, or to listen to the tiresome cabals of busy Baronets, and meddling Romish priests.-But to us, under the auspices of Wyatt, O Fortunati quorum pia tecta resurgunt ! (2) SIR JOSEPH BANKS, Bart. Knight of the Bath, President of the Royal Society, Privy Councillor, &c. &c. has instituted a meeting at his house in SohoSquare, every Sunday evening, at which the Literati, and men of rank and consequence, and men of no consequence at all, find equally a polite and pleasing reception from that justly distinguished gentleman. Sir JosEPH BANKS is fitted for his station in the learned world, not more from his attainments and the liberality of his mind, than by his particular and unremitted attention to the interest and advancement of natural knowledge, and his generous patronage of the Arts. FORTUNE MAJORIS HONOS, ERECTUS ET ACER! (p) The ingenious Mr. Tennant has shewn, in a paper read at the Royal Society, that he can reduce a Diamond by evaporation to Charcoal. I have heard, that Mrs. Hastings, and other great possessors of Diamonds, have a kind of Tennanto-phobia, and are shy of this gentleman. A poor Poet, like myself, who has neither diamonds nor any thing precious belonging to him, can only remind Mr. Tennant and the Royal Society of the old proverb, "Carbonem pro Thesauro." (I can give no better character of his old Port. We all know on such occasions, Bacchum in remotis rupibus" is the song of bonest Harry Dundas, in all the wildness of bighland Dithyrambick; while Mr. PITT, on the battlements of Walmer, in his own and Virgil's sober majesty, แ OCEANO LIBEMUS, ait." (r) Dr. Morosophos now and then dabbled in the funds. The gentlemen of the Stock Exchange, or The College, (as it is termed in City-wit) are much in debted to that eminent calculator of different payments, Mr. Hemings. Boyd, Benfield, Solomon Solomon, Nathan Solomon, E. P. Solomon, Thelluson, Óld Daniel Giles, Mr. Battie, Lord Lansdowne, Dr. Moore, Little Count Rupee, and all those who look an eighth better or worse for the opening, know that I am right, in pronouncing the panegyrie of this learned classic on the StockExchange "Prens |