matter for serious reflection to some of y ers; I see no evidence that any other was required to sanction this decree, but of the king alone. Let us compare th with the present. Proclamation of Edward, anno 131 EDWARD, by the grace of God king of Eng to all sheriffs, mayors, bailiffs of Franchise ing. For as much as we have heard an standed the greivious complaints of arch bishops, prelates, and barons, touching grea of victuals in our realm, We ordain, fro forward, that no ox stalled or corn-fed, be more than 23 s. no other grass-fed ox f than 16 s. a fat stalled cow at 12s. another worth, 10 s. a fat mutton, corn-fed, or who is well grown, twentypence, another fat fhorn, fourteenpence, a fat hog of two ye 3 s. 4 d. a fat goose twopence, in the city pence, a fat capon twopence, a fat hen one two chickens one penny, four pigeons one three in the city for one penny, twenty-four penny, twenty in the city a penny. We ordain to all our sheriffs and our oth nisters whatsoever they be, that if any pers or sell, any of the things above named, cont our ordinance aforesaid, that the ware be fo and due penalty set upon them for their des Given at Westminster under our great se 14th day of March, in the 8th year of our r MODERN MARRIAGE DELINEATED, ом To the tune of the highway to Dublin. I. << COME under my plaidy, the night's ga'en to fa'; "Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift and the snaw; "Come under my plaidy, and lie down beside me; "There's room in't, dear lafsie! believe me, for twa. "Come under my plaidy, and lie down beside me,, "I'll hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blast that will blaw: "O come under my plaidy, and lie doun beside me, "There's room in't, dear lafsie! believe me for twa." II. • Gae 'wa wi' your plaidy! auld Donald gae 'wa! O there's nane dance sae lightly, sae gracefu' sae tightly, III. "Dear MARION let that flee stick fast to the wa; IV. 'My father's ay tell'd me, my mither and a', V. She crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa' He wander`d hame weary, the night it was dreary! VI. O the deel's in the lafses! they gang now sae bra', Oh they'll meet wi' some Johnny, that's youthfu' and bonny, GLEANINGS OF ANCIENT POETRY. THOSE who believe that smooth numbers, and a regular recurrence of certain sounds, at stated intervals, constitute the whole of poetry, may pafs over the following poem; for it will not suit their taste. But such as think that the great end of poetry is to excite strong and vivid ideas, by delicately touching the sympathetic chords of the human mind, may peruse it without fear of being disappointed. They will indeed regret, that a person, whose natural feelings has suggested some of the tenderest and most unaffected exprefsions that are to be found in our language, fhould have been so very deficient in the general melody of sounds. For poetry never produces its fullest effect, but where the natural impafsioned tones, suggested by those ideas which totally fill the mind at the time, are allowed to be fully expanded without restraint. Had it not been for the swelling rotundity of Milton's numbers, his poems would now have been idolized like precious relics only by a few, instead of affording delight to persons of all ranks. Shakespeare, himself, would have been allowed to moulder on the fhelf, were it not for that inimitable talent he pofsefsed of uniting bold and delicate touches of nature, with that infinitely varied modulation of exprefsive tones, which every where occur in all his works. Dr Henry King, the author of this piece, was bishop of Winchester, a clergyman of distinguished talents, and conspicuous piety: He was born anno 1591, and died anno 1669. THE EXEQUY. ACCEPT thou fhrine of my dead saint. Instead of dirges this complaint; And for sweet flowres to crown thy hearse, Receive a strew of weeping verse From thy griev'd friend, whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee. Dear lofs! since thy untimely fate My task hath been to meditate On thee, on thee: thou art the book, My exercise and bus'ness is: Which such a strange eclipse doth make I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad clime, A glimpse of thee, till that day come. And a fierce fever must calcine The body of this world like thine, (My little world) that fit of fire Once off, our bodies fhall aspire To our soule's blifs: then we shall rise,, * * * * * Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed Never to be disquieted! Stay for me there; I will not faile And follow thee with all the speed. * The thought of this bids me go on, And wait my dissolution With hope and comfort, dear (forgive The crime) I am content to live Divided, with but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part. THE ROSE. THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a fhow'r, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r, The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, To weep for the buds it had left with regret I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so drooping and drown'd, And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitylefs part This elegant rose, had I fhaken it less, |