like the dog to his vomit, and the fow to her wallowing in the mire, and are every day in danger of being devoured foul and body by our own inordinate paffions. P. S. I was this day fhewn a letter from a tradesman in the country to his wife in town, which, in my opinion, contains a better Noftrum for Earthquakes than the above, and is as follows: MY DEAR, WOULD WOULD you have me neglect the very bufinefs I came upon, to protect you from the ignorant, the mad, and the enthufiaftical? 'Tis impious and vain for people to pretend to fly from the hand of heav'n. The Almighty can trike every part of the globe with the fame ease as one particular spot; and confequently you are as fafe in London, as if you were in York, Exeter, or any where else. Your apprehenfion, that the wickedness of a few may call down deftruction on the whole, is to the laft degree irreligious, and repugnant to the known attributes of the Almighty. Pray, is it confiftent with the mercy and justice of God to punish any man for the fins of his neighbour? There is one way, my dear, to be safe and easy under every accident of this fort; and tho' it is a fecret of infinite value, yet I may venture to tell it to you; and that is, TO LIVE SO AS TO BE ALWAYS READY TO DIE. Virtue, my dear, needs no defence, The fteward who keeps his accounts clear and ready balanc'd, hath no reafon to fear his lord's calling to infpect them. Now this fecret, my dear, I'll give you leave to communicate to your friends and acquaintance, as I fhall to mine. mine. But be fure to give it the air of a fecret, or 'twill have no effect; for the finest, the richeft gems lofe their value, by growing too common. I am, my dear, Your truly affectionate hufband, J. B. Part of the Second CHORUS in the N THYESTES of SENECA. OT wealth a monarch can create, Not all the rifing morn reveals, He unappal'd can lift his eye, Not raging Eurus rushing fast Upon his fea-amazing blaft; The Adriatick boiling high, And loudly menacing the fky; Nor brandish'd fword, nor fate's own dart, From From fummit of exalted mind From all its rage, and pomp, and noife; Who knows no fear, and he alone, In his own breaft triumphant reigns, I envy not the mighty name The fleepless monarch's anxious flate, Mine be content and heav'n-born peace, Since death in all his terrour dreft Alarms the unexpecting breast, T. N. An Au ADDRESS to an HOUSE in FE STREET. T HOU once lov'd abode of an heavenly fair, Ah! why that fad look, and difconfolate air? Ye doors, on your hinges as flowly ye turn, Ah! rival of day, thy ENDYMION behold, As the pale fleepless mifer, his bags ftol'n away, But oh, profane Mufe, ne'er attempt to difplay, U How How beauty, in blushes dreft like a fweet bride, But cease, fond description, nor labour to paint London. T. N. The DRONE and the SPIDER, A FABLE. In imitation of Mr. GAY. Itane parâfti te, ut fpes nulla reliqua in te fiet tibi? A S, banish'd from th' induftrious hive, A DRONE, defpairing now to live, He Ah, most unhappy Drone! he cry'd; The means of life were first deny'd: TERENT. The |