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or sober, angry or pleased, it is the constant burden of his style. Sir, as you are Censor of Great-Britain, as you value the repose of a loyal county, and the reputation of my neighbour, I beg you will take this cruel grievance into your consideration; else, for my own particular, I am resolved to give up my farms, sell my stock, and remove with my wife and seven children next spring to Falmouth or Berwick, if my strength will permit me, being brought into a very weak condition. I am, with great respect, Sir, your most obedient and languishing servant, &c."

Let this be referred to the Court of Honour.

« MR. BICKER STAFF, "I am a young lady of a good fortune, and at present invested by several lovers, who lay close siege to me, and carry on their attacks with all possible diligence. I know which of them has the first place in my own heart, but would freely cross my private inclinations to make choice of the man who loves me best; which it is impossible for me to know, all of them pretending to an equal passion for me. Let me therefore beg of you, dear Mr. Bickerstaff, to lend me your lthuriel's spear, in order to touch this troop of rivals; after which I will most faithfully return it to you again, with the greatest gratitude. I am, Sir, &c.'

Query 1. What figure doth this lady think her lover will appear in? or what symptoms will he betray of his passion upon being touched ?

2. Whether a touch of her fan may not have the same efficacy as a touch of Ithuriel's spear ?

Great Lincoln's-Inn Square, Nov. 29. “ Honoured Sir, “ Gratitude obliges me to make this public acknowledgement of the eminent service you have mised them, that he would, upon such tirir preformant, publish an edict of the court, for the entire banishment and escreion of it ont of the discourses and conversation of all civil societies. This is a true copy,

CHARLES Lillie. Monday next is set apart for the trial of several fcmile causes.

N. B. The case of the hascock will come on between the bours of nine and ten.

No 257. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1710.

In nova fert animis mulatas dicere formas
Corporn? Dii, captis, nam vos mutástis et illas,
Aspirate meis!

OVID. Met, i. 1.
Os hodies chang’l to various fiomis I sing,
Ye gots, from whom these macies did spring,
Assist me in this arduous task!-

From my ouin Apartment, November 29. Every nation is distinguished by productions that are peculiar to it. Great Britain is particularly fruitful in religions, that shoot up and flourish in this climate more than in any other. We are so famous abroad for our great variety of sects and opipions, that an ingenious friend of mine, who is lately returned from his travels, assures me, there is a show at this time carried up and down in Germany,

which represents all the religions of Great Britain in wax-work. Notwithstanding that the pliancy of the matter, in which the images are wrought, makes it capable of being moulded into all shapes and figures ; my friend tells me, that he did not think it possible for it to be twisted and tortured into so many screwed faces, and wry features, as appeared in several of the figures that composed the shew. I was indeed so pleased with the design of the German artist, that I begged my friend to give me an account of it in all its particulars, which he did after the following manner :

“ I have often,” says he, “been present at a show of elephants, camels, dromedaries, and other strange creatures, but I never saw so great an assembly of spectators as were met together at the opening of this great piece of wax-work. We were all placed in a large hall, according to the price that we had paid for our seats. The curtain that bung before the show was made by a master of tapestry, who had woven it in the figure of a monstrous lIydra that had several heads, which brandished out their tongues, and seemed to hiss at each other. Some of these heads were large and entire; and where any of them had been lopped away, there sprouted up several in the room of them, ipsomuch, that for one head cut off, a man might see ten, twenty, or an hundred, of a smaller size, creeping thro' the wound. In short, the whole picture was nothing but confusion and blood-shed. On a sudden," says my friend, “I was startled with a flourish of

many musical instruments that I had never heard before, which was followed by a short ture, if it might be so called, wholly made up of jars and discords. Among the rest, there was an organ, a bagpipe, a groaning board, a stentorophontie trumpet, with several wind instruments of a most disagreeable sound, which I

do not so much as kw te namas ef. After a skont, the curtain was drawn up, and we were presented wibebe most extraordinary assembly of ngurrs that meet etilated into a man's imagitation. 'The design of the work wiat was so well expressed in the duneb show beture us, that it was not hard for an Egiishma! to winprehend the meaning of it.

" The principal figures were placed in a row, consisting of son persons. Toc male figure, which immediately attracted the eyes of the whole company, and was much bigger than the rest, was dnicd like a matron, dressed in the habit of an ela deriy woman of quality in Queen Elizabeth's days. The most remarkable parts of her dress were, the beayer with the sterple crown, the scart that was darker than sable, and the lawn apron that was whiter than ermin, Hier gown was of the richest black velvet; and just upun her heart studded with large diamonds of an inestimable valuc, disposed in the torm of a cross, dhe bore an inexpressible chearfulness and dignity in her aspect; and, though she sormed in years, appeared with so much spirit and vivacity, as gave her at the same time an air of old age and immortality, I found my heart touched with so much love and reverence at the sight of her, that the tears l'an down my face as I looked upon hier; and still the more I looked upon her, the more my lient was midted with the sentiments of tilial tenderplans and duty, I discovered every monient something so charming in this figure, that I could scarce take my eyes ott it, Om iis right-hand there sat the figure of a woman so covered with ornaments, that bei tace, biar bandy, and her handa, were almost endiely led under them. The little you could see of bar iace with prin cet; and, what I thought very odd, lind something in it like artificial wrinkles; but I was the less surprized at it, when I saw upon her

forehead an old fashioned tower of gray-hairs. Her headdress rose very high by three several stories or degrees; her garments had a thousand colours in them, and were embroidered with crosses in gold, silver, and silk. She had nothing on, so much as a glove or a slipper, which was not marked with this figure; nay, so superstitiously fond did she appear of it, that she sat cross-legged. I was quickly sick of this tawdry composition of ribbands, silks, and jewels, and therefore cast my eye on a dame which was just the reverse of it. I need not tell my reader, that the lady before described was Popery, or that she I am going to describe is Presbytery. She sat on the left-hand of the venerable matron, and so much resembled her in the features of her countenance, that she seemed her sister ; but at the same time that one observed a likeness in her beauty, one could not but take notice, that there was something in it sickly and splenetic. Her face had enough to discover the relation; but it was drawn up into a peevish figure, soured with discontent, and overcast with melancholy.

She seemed offended at the matron for the shape of her hat, as too much resembling the triple coronet of the person who sat by her. One might see likewise, that she dissented from the white apron and the cross; for which reasons she had made herself a plain homely dowdy, and turned her face towards the sectaries that sat on her lefthand, as being afraid of looking upon the matron, lest she should see the harlot by her.

On the right-hand of Popery sat Judaism, rea presented by an old man embroidered with phylaca teries, and distinguished by many typical figures, which I had not skill enough to unriddle. He was placed among the rubbish of a temple; but, instead of weeping over it, which I should have expected VOL. Y.


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