But I defpis'd, rejected, meet with Scorni
Forfaken by the Rich, and left forlorn:
No Galley-Slave of the most base Degree
Is treated now with more Contempt than me;
Me who am made a Mark of Ridicule,
An Epithet for ev'ry ftupid Fool.

In Eaftern Climes with me it was not fo,
And Sages priz'd me, Ages long ago.

Not India's Riches, nay, the World's great Store
Could purchase half the Treasure once I bore,
When not the Taunts of Fools did me annoy,
But Crowds exulting fung the Song of Joy.
And tho' I'm now degraded in your Eyes,
I wear an Ensign which the Virtuous prize.

Sixth Enigma, by Mr. P. Hardy, Hickling.
When the great Pow'r Omnipotent had giv'n
Their Orbits to the lucid Globes in Heav'n;
When Phoebus fhed forth his refulgent Ray,
And chas'd the gloomy Darkness far away;
I backward that Period do trace

The Origin of my moft num'rous Race.
In Eden's Groves spontaneous I've been,
And, ftrange to tell, in human Form was feen,
I drew a Draught of thofe delightful Bow'rs,
Both in diurnal and nocturnal Hours.

When Guilt and Pain our first sad Parents knew,
То my Domain for Shelter then they flew.
Such is my Skill in Portraits, great or small,
Children of Earth, I fairly draw you all.
Yet not to Earth's dim Orb confin'd; I fly
To Realins unknown, and range around the Sky;
Controul the Sun in his appointed Way,
And pallid Luna owns my mighty Sway.
But hold, enough is said ;—too much I doubt;
I'll hide my Head while you go fearch me out.

Seventh Enigma, by Major Benbow.

If Pity ever lent a gracious Ear,

Or Merit fcorn'd e'er gain'd a falling Tear;
Or ever Theme deferv'd a tender Lay,

Or Worth to please could ever find the Way,
Ye Fair attend:-Be filent ev'ry Grove;

Ye feather'd Songsters ceafe your Notes of Love;

Be

Be hush'd, ye Waters; Winds, forget to blow,
And let a Stranger, "whifper out his Woe."
While not a Breath disturbs the Silence round,
But love-pin'd Echo catch the dying Sound.
Ah! why, ye Bards, who deal in mystic Song,
Oh! why have I efcap'd a Lay fo long.
It has been otherwife-there was a Time-
But Dogs fhall have their Day, and I have mine.
Yet ftill 'tis odd fuch Things fhould come to pass,
You need but draw a Trait of what I was,
And what I am will till a Riddle be,

Thus Time has wrought fuch wond'rous Change in me.
In ancient Days (believe what Clio fings)

I was allied to Demi-gods and Kings.

Hence follow'd Bloodshed, when a Woman's Charms
And curs'd Ambition fet a World in Arms:
Hence Hector's Fate ;-imperial Troy's Decree;
And thou, Achilles, ow't thy Fate to me.
But thefe no more-a fofter Theme I chufe,
Scenes, fuch as painted by the Mantuan Mufe;
Wherein the fings the Manners of the Swains,
When Peace and Freedom rov'd Arcadia's Plains;
He too you'll find, in Strains immortal fung,
How Arts and Sciences from me have fprung,
With Deeds that fpeak me fomewhat more than Man,
As Pallas knows, and cloven-footed Pan.
But just as much as Truth Romance outvies,
Above what's fpoken that which follows prize.
When Weeds uncouth a glorious Prize conceal'd,
To me the heav'nly Secret was reveal'd.
But 'tis in holy Writ-there read my Fame,
And pious Paftors not difown ny Name.
I claim clofe Kindred with cur gen'ral Mother,
And Cain deftroy'd me when he kill'd his Brother.

New REBUSES, QUERIES, CHARADES, &c. to be answered.

First Rebus, by Mr. Matt. Huddleflone.

A Vowel that's doubled divide by two Fives,
And a Creature full many do lack

You fhall find, that will cherish and comfort our Lives,
And fupport both the Belly and Back.

Second

Second Rebus, by a Bachelor of the Vale.
Two-third of the Ladies without further fpelling,
Declare what will fave me the Trouble of telling.

Third Rebus, by Mifs Maria Brittle.

Dear Ladies I beg you'll your Anger fufpend,
By taking off Part of a Letter!

A Servant of Honour will then you attend,
Which furely will please you much better.
But if in your Fury you fmite off his Head,
The Confequence then will be greater;

As you'll then fee the Thing which at prefent you dread,
And wish that it ftill might be later.

Fourth Rebus, by Mr. J. Ward.

My fecond's a Subftance, my firft a Denial,
The whole but a Cypher, you'll find upon Trial.
First Quere, by the fame.

When and what gave rife to the prefent Motto of the King of England, viz. "Dieu et mon Droit

Second Quere, by Mr. William Huddlestone.

Whence comes it to pass that the infide of Glafs
So aptly contracts the Hoar-Froit,

While the outfide is free, pray you Gents tell to me,
Since to find out the Reafon I'm loft.

Third Quere, by a Bachelor of the Vale.
Ye Artifts, I here humbly crave your Affiftance,
In planting five Trees at exact equal Diftance,
That from any a right Line without Variations,
May reach all the rest in their several Stations.

CHARADE S.

The famous Dr. Laft 'tis faid,
The other Day made a Charade,
'Twas wrote in Verfe you will fuppofe,
But there you're wrong-it runs in Profe.

Firft Charade, by Dr. Last.

My first runs from you; my fecond runs into you; and my

third runs through you,

Second

Second Charade, by Mr. William Huddleftone.
My firft's the young Offspring on parental Lap;
My fecond's a Fowler's or Fisherman's Trap.
My whole if perform'd with Judgment and Care;
Among mufical Friends gives Delight to the Ear.

Third Charade, by Mr. Matt. Huddlestone.

The Poftmaster rates by my first,

My fecond is hard by my Door;
To my whole you all fafely may truft,

It inftructs both the Rich and the Poor.

Fourth Charade, by Mr. B. Kemp.

My first to gain-a Monarch fam'd of old,
Thro' Fear impell'd-his Kingdom would have fold;
My fecond view with Decorations meet,

A fervile Slave at fair Belinda's Feet;

My whole as trufty Guardian keeps my Door:
Fly, Demons, fly:-Your Pow'r alarms no more.

Fifth Charade, by Mr. J. Needham.

My firft is a Place where no Discords refide;
My fecond full oft in the Steeple is feen:
My third ftands erect, and fhews plainly to Pride
What foon it must be; likewife what it has been.

The Editor once more returns his fincere Thanks to all his kind Contributors, hoping the Continuance of their Favours. He wishes likewife that they may be fent on or before the Ift of May, otherwife they cannot be inferted, as was the Cafe with Mr. Fidler, of Sutton-Mill, near Balfover, which we mention with Regret.

FINI S.

OR, AN

ALMANACK

For the YEAR of

Our LORD GOD, 1788;

Being the

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Calculated according to Art, and referred to the Horizon

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