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architects, instead of being a fet of ignorant Barbarians have been skilful artifts, who were guided by the true principles of philofophy, and who, in every great work they have attempted, have invariably attained their end in the most direct manner, by mechanical devices of the most fimple and efficacious nature. In respect to knowledge, therefore, and the application of that knowledge to effect the purpofe they had in view, which I would denominate genius, it will be impoffible to say they were deficient. I would now alfo wish to inquire whether they were as deficient in refpect of taste, as they have been ufually accounted, did I know how to proceed without heaping up words without meaning, as fo many others have done before me on this fubject. If upon farther reflection I think it practicable to avoid this, I fhall perhaps attempt it. But it is time to give my readers fome refpite; to many of whom this difcuffion will, I an fenfible, appear very uninterefting, though others, I truft, will deem it otherwife, We must endeavour to find a few articles fuited to every taste. It is impoffible that any one kind of effays should please every clafs of readers.

Fable of the two Ears of Corn."

Two ears of full grown wheat that happened to stand next each other in a field, fell into the following little dialogue Says the talleft to the other, What makes you hold down your head? if you could fee as I do, you would be well entertained, and look down upon half the world. Yes, faid the other, but my head is too full to be able to enjoy all your vifions; but the barn floor will beft fettle our comparative merits, and our comparative happiness.


- Knowledge and modefty depreffes, while an empty head elevates the man in his own opinion with refpect to his fellows.

B. A.

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For the Bee.

To the Ladies, Petitioners of Dr. Moyes.
SINCE the doctor, dear ladies, feems not in a humour,
To grant you the favour fo justly your due,
Permit me to tell you my thoughts on your queries;
How far they are juft, must be judg'a of by you.

If often you think on, and wish to see Damon,
And walk oft alone, and indulge in a figh,

Then hold faft your hearts, if they're ftill in your keeping;

But I fear they'll be feeking, when Cupid's fo nigh.

All women are vain,-(will your goodnefs excufe me?
I tell but a truth, which yourselves mult confess):
And this is the reafon a beau always pleases;

'Tis your favour alone wh ch he courts by his dress.

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A foldier by inftinct you love from the cradle;

A coxcomb muft pleafe, fince he's of your own making ;* And a dotard is wife, (and not little his wifdom).

'Cause he owns you are right in a bout of debating.

Your dreaming and weeping, and laughing, believe me,
Proceed from a caufe much more noble indeed,
From love, that foft paffion, so dear to the ladies:

From love too your hopes and your fears do proceed.
But why so afham'd when a lover is mention'd?

Why blush as you do when your sweetheart you fee? The maid who ne'er knows what the paffion of love is, Is much too abandon'd and vicious for me.

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Why you credit the coxcomb who tells you you're angels,
I explain by the maxim still,-" Woman is vain;"
Your teeth, and your cheeks, and your eyes, all are wonders,-
Ah vanity! vanity!-Pardon again.-

The girl that is haughty, is feldom thought lovely,

For haughtiness covers nine tenths of your charms;. And the fair one's a wonder, the tenth of whose beauty

Retains still" that proud creature,—man” in her arms. But I wish not to tell how ourselves may be humbled,

Left perhaps we might feel your correction too often. Some kiffes might likely go far to induce me,

For men are but rare, whom fuch favours won't soften,

We're caught in a manner I ne'er could unriddle,
For every young fair has a way of her own;
But the most of you fail when our hearts you're for keeping;
You're one day all love, and another you frown.

W. S.

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Elmina, or the Flower that never fades; a Tale for the young Ladies.

A LONG while ago, in a country a great way off, there lived a young princefs called Elmina. She was beautiful, and very amiable; thofe are always fo who are young and innocent but innocence and beauty very often disappear with infancy, unless pains be taken to fix them in the heart. The young princefs was an orphan; and a beneficent fairy called Lindorine took care of her education. Elmina knew not that he was a fairy; but the loved Lindorine as a friend, and honoured her as a mother.

The princefs obtained permiffion one day to go and divert herself with her companions on the green. Soon did this joyous troop difperfe themselves across the mead in purfuit of butterflies, and along the rivulet in fearch of flowers.


When they had gathered a great quantity of thefe, they fat down under the fhade of a tree, to form bouquets, and. crowns and garlands; and while they were engaged in this. agreeable amusement, fome told tales, whilst the reft liftened for young girls like to hear tales, and they never forget what they understand. Elmina, lefs curious and lefs talkative, fung while she arranged her flowers. Her friends ftopped to listen to her fong. I fuppofe the fairy had taught it to her. Here it is:


Lovely flow'rs that deck our meads,
Why, alas! art thou fo frail!

Ye flowr's that now adorn our heads,
Soon, foon, thou ev'ry one fhalt fail.

The dew befprinkled rose, at morn,
Spreads its fresh beauties to the day;
E'er noon, its leaves are faded, torn,
And before night blown far away.

The modeft vi'let hides its head;
Its breath cafts fragrance all around;
Anon it fades; foon it is dead;
No perfume marks where 't may be found.



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