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Business there, Mopfus had advised him not to go near the Court, which he calls the Magazine of idle Sounds, threatning him with abundance of Things that should happen to himn, inftead of which, he tells Amintas how he was invited thither, and with what Grace he was receiv'd, and with what Rewards honour'd, contrary to the Prediction of the wicked, and false Mopfus ; on which Grounds he encourages him to pursue his Love, and promises him Success, which happens accordingly.

Mr. Pope, in his third Pastoral, makes Ægon a Shepherd fay, that Pan ask'd him if he was under a Charm of Magick? Which is intimating more than the other Poets, as if there was such a Thing in reallity, otherways a God would not have ask'd such a Question. Ægon says:

Resound, ye Hills, resound my mournful Lay! The Shepherds cry, “ Thy Flocks are left a Prey”.Ah! What avails it me the Flocks to keep ! Who lost my Heart while I preferv'd my Sheep. Pan came, and ask'd what Magick caus'd my Smart, Or what ill Eyes malignant Glances dart.

This is to be considered, that Pan is but a Sylvan Deity, that is, one of the lower Rank, and the last two Lines may be taken rather as a Suggestion, rising in the Breast of the Shepherd, than a Suppofition of a real Appearance of Pan, and the next two Lines make it plain, that his last Determination is, that there is indeed no such Thing as Magick: What Eyes but her's ; alas ! have Power to move ! And is there Magick but what dwells in Love?

Young as Mr. Pope was when he wrote his Pastorals, we will not Thew fo little Efteem for his Judgment, as to fancy that he subscribd to Magick, Witch


; 159 craft is now pretty well exploded, though in former Years many Persons luffered Death, it having been pretended they were prov'd guilty of it, but now (for any Law to the contrary) People may bewitch one another as fast as they can.

The first Notions of it are from Superstition, that Bane of all Minds, where it prevails ; nay, the Delufion run fo high, that many Persons using Means with Intention to hurt or harm other People, if thole People came to any Harm, or did not prosper, both the Sufferer and the Self-deceiv'd imaginary Witch or Wizard, thought it was the Effect of Charms.

Mr. Philips differs a little from Mr. Popa, Colimet. makes heavy and grievous Complaint of his LInhappiness, and thinks that all Nature confpires againft him to make him wretched, to which Thenot replies ;

Sure thou in fome ill-chosen Hour wast born,
When blighting Mill-dews spoil the rifing Corn;
Or when the Moon, by Witchcraft charm'd fore-
Thro’ fad Eclipse a various Train of Woes, [shows,
Untimely born, ill Luck betides thee fill.

And can there, Thenot, be a greater Ill ?

Nor Wolf, nor Fox, nor Rot amongst our Sheep;
From these the Shepherd's Care his Flock may keep:
Against ill Luck all cunning Foresight fails;
Whether we sleep or wake, it nought avails.

Ah me the while ! Ah me the luckless Day!
Ahluckless Lad! the rather might I say.



Unhappy Hour ! when first, in youthful Bud,
I left the fair Sabrina's silver Flood :
Ah filly I! More filly than my Sheep,
Which on thy flow'ry Banks I once did keep.
Sweet are thy Banks! Oh when shall I once more
With longing Eyes review thy flow'ry Shore ?
When, in the Crystal of thy Waters, see
My Face, grown wan thro' Care and Misery?
When shall I see my Hut, the small Abode
Myself had rais'd and cover'd o'er with Sod?
Tho' small it be, a mean and humble Cell,
Yet there is room for Peace and me to dwell.
Here all manner of Thoughts of Magick is laid a-
side, and all is ascribed to Fortune that happens to

It is Luckless Lad! Unhappy Hour! and Luckless Day! and not the Force of Charms, that causes the Shepherd's Unreft.

Thus far our Arcadian Poets; and now our other two, who fetch their Thoughts no farther than from their Native Country, Mr. Gay, instead of a Sylvia or Amarillis, has chose the Parson's Maid; and for his Witchcraft, that of no higher Sort than studied and practis'd by Gypsies :

Last Friday's Eve, when as the Sun was set, 1, near yon Stile, three fallow Gypsies met: Upon my Hand they cast a poring Look, Bid me beware, and thrice their Heads they shook ; They said, that many Crosses I must prove, Some in my wordly Gain, but most in Love. Next Morn I miss'd three Hens and our old Cock, And off the Hedge two Pinners and a Smock. I bore these Losses with a Christian Mind, And no Mishaps could feel, whilst thou wert kind. But since, alass! I grew my Colin's Scorn, I've known no Pleasure, Night, or Noon, or Morn.


Help me, ye Gypsies, bring hiin home again, And to a constant Lass give back her Swain. If there wants Nature and Humour here, despair of finding it in Description ; though equally excellent, and equal to any Thing of the Kind we ever met with, is the Description of the suppos’d Witch by Bauldy, in the Gentle Shepherd of Mr. Allan Ramsay; he, certainly, as a Pastoral Writer, exceeds Mr. Gay, (though may-be only equal to him in this Place) not only as he has a great many Characters and more Scope, but even in his Diction and Choice of Terms. The following Quotation is exceeding fine, it declares a great many finish'd Strokes from a very Masterly Hand:

O Peggy, sweeter than the dawning Day, Sweeter than a gowany 6 Glens or new-mawn Hay: Blyther than Lambs that frisk out-oer the Knows, Straighter than ought that in the Forest grows : Her Een the clearest Blob of Dew outshines; The Lilly in her Breast its Beauty times. [Een, Her Legs, her Arms, her Cheeks, her Mouth, her Will be my c Deid, that will be shortly seen! For Pate loos her,---Waes me ! and the loes Pate; And I with Neps, by some unlucky Fate, Made a d daft Vow!-O! but ane be a Beast, That makes rafh Aiths, 'till he's afore the Priest. I darna speak my Mind, elle a' the three, Bot e Doubt, wad prove ilk ane my Eneiny. 'Tis f fair to g tholeI'll try some Witchcraft Art, To brak with ane, and win the other's Heart. Here Mausy lives, a Witch, that for sma' Price, Can cast her h Cantraips, and give me Advice. She can o'ercaft the Night, and cloud the Moon, And mak the Deils, obedient to her Crune. VOL. II. M

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At Midnight Hours o'er the Kirk-yard fhe raves,..
And, a howks uncristen'd, 1 Weans out of their
Boils up their Livers in aWarlock's Pow; [Graves ;
Rins c withershins about the Hamlock Low ;))
And seven Times does her Pray’rs backwards pray,
*Till Plotcock comes with Lumps of Lapland Clay,
Mixt with the Venom of black Taids and Snakes.
Of this d unsonfy Pictures aft she makes
Of any ane the hates; and gats expire
With flaw and racking Pains afore a Fire,
Stuck fou of Prines; the devilish Pictures melty
The Pain by Fowk they represent is felt.
And yonder's Mause: Ay, ay, she kens fou weil,
When like me comes rinning to the Deil.
She and her Cat fit beeking in her Yard,"
To speak my Errand ah! amaift I'm fear’d:
But I maun do't, tho' I fou'd never thrive;
They gallop.fact, that Deels and Lasses drive
This is all a Miftake of Bauldy taking a poor

old Woman to be a Witch, because fo reputed; and very well expresses the common Notions of ignorant People, about the Power of those, to whom they are pleased to ascribe the Art of Witchcraft, or practising diabolical and supernatural

The more this Paftoral passes under our Eye, the more are we won to admire and praise it ; every Reader'may obferve, that in many Love Dialogues, either they are stuff'd with an unnatural and fulsome Fondness of the Woman, or such a Scorn and Waywardness of Behaviour, which is suppos'd to be put. on by her, to fhow and exert the Power she has over her Lover; but it is very seldom feen that the Man and Woman meet, in the Dialogues of the Poets, (which is very natural, and what they often do in: Life) with a reciprocal Affection openly profess’d to

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