+ The FABLE of JOTHA M: To the BOROUGH-HUNTERS. By RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE, Esq; Jotham's fable of the trees is the oldeft that is extant, and as beautiful as any which have been made fince that time. JUDGES, Chap. ix. ver. 8. ADDISON. LL Plumb, who tho' bleft in his Kentish retreat, Tho' much they difcours'd, the long way to beguile, They came filent and tir'd into Exeter city. "Some books, prithee landlord, to pass a dull hour; "No nonfenfe of parfons, or methodists four, "No poetical ftuff—a damn'd jingle of rhimes, "But fome pamphlet that's new, and a touch on the times." "O Lord! fays mine hoft, you may hunt the town round, "I queftion if any fuch thing can be found: "I never was afk'd for a book by a guest ; "And I'm fure I have all the great folk in the Weft. "None of these to my knowledge e'er call'd for a book; "But fee, Sir, the woman with fish, and the cook; “Here's the fatteft of carp, shall we dress you a brace ? Would you have any foals, or a mullet, or plaice ?” "A place, quoth the knight, we must have to be sure, "But first let us fee that our borough's fecure, "We'll talk of the place when we've settled the poll: "They may drefs us for fupper the mullet and foal. "But do you, my good landlord, look over your shelves, "For a book we must have, we're so tired of ourselves." "In troth, Sir, I ne'er had a book in my life, "But the prayer book and bible I bought for my wife.' "Well! the bible muft do; but who don't you take in "Some monthly collection? the new magazine ?" The bible was brought and laid out on the table, And open'd at Jotham's most appofite fable. Sir Freeport began with this verfe, tho' no rhime"The trees of the foreft went forth on a time, (To what purpose our candidates scarce could expect, For it was not, they found, to transplant-but ELECT) "To the olive and fig-tree their deputies came, "But by both were refus'd, and their answer the fame : Quoth the olive, shall I leave my fatnefs and oil "For an unthankful office, a dignified toil? "Shall I leave, quoth the fig-tree, my sweetness and fruit, "To be envy'd, or flav'd in fo vain a pursuit? "Thus rebuff'd and furpriz'd they apply'd to the vine, "A "A bramble for ever! O! chance unexpected! "But bramble prevail'd and was duly elected." "O! ho! quoth the knight with a look most profound, "Now I fee there's fome good in good books to be found. "I wish I had read this fame bible before : "Of long miles at the least 'twould have fav'd us fourfcore. "You, Plumb, with your olives and oil might have ftaid, "And myself might have tarried my wines to unlade. "What have merchants to do from their bufinefs to ramble! "Your electioneer-errant fhould ftill be a bramble." Thus ended at once the wife comment on Jotham, And our citizens' jaunt to the borough of Gotham. An Elegy written in an empty Affembly-Room. By the Same. Semperque relinqui Sola fibi VIRG. ADVERTISEMENT. This poem being a parody on the most remarkable passages in the well-known epistle of Eloifa to Abelard, it was thought unneceffary to tranfcribe any lines from that poem, which is in the hands of all, and in the memory of most readers. N scenes where HALLET's genius has combin'd I Wichines whetch to amuse and cheer the mind; Amid this pomp of coft, this pride of art, Ye crowded walls, whofe well-enlighten'd round Ye cards, which beauties by their touch have blest, For ah! to me alone no card is come, I must not go abroad. and cannot be at home. Bleft be that focial pow'r, the first who pair'd Ye records, patents of our worth and pride! If If but fome happier female's card I've seen, How fhall I feel, when Sol refigns his light * Some drop of boney, or fome holy balm, * The title of a book of modern devotion. The |