vages; flies from the odious afpect of tyranny, and the too afflicting fight of the misfortunes of his equals. Such is the conduct of virtue. I should, thou fayet, have no imitators I hope the contrary. Thy fecret ambition makes thee think fe, and my virtue makes me doubt it. But fuffer me to examine thee in my turn: if I affociate myfelf with the Arabs, who plunder our cara vans, may I not fay to mylelf, whether I live with thefe robbers, or feparate myself from their company, the caravans will be still attacked: by living with the Arab I fhall foften his mánners; I fhall oppofe at least the useless cruelties he commits on travellers: I fhall do my duty without adding to the public mifery. This reasoning is thine, and if neither thy nature nor thyself can approve it, why then fhouldst thou permit, under the name of bafhaw, what thou forbiddeft under that of Arab? O, my father! mine eyes are at length opened, I fee that virtue does not inhabit defpotic states, and that in thy breaft ambition ftifles the cry of equity! I cannot proceed to grandeur by trampling justice under my feet, my virtue defeats thy hopes my virtue becomes odious' to thee, and thy hopes being deceived, thou giveft it the name of folly. It is till to thee that I muft refer it; fathom the abyss of my foul, and answer me. If I facrifice justice to pleasure and wan-" ton caprice, by what power wilt thou recaí to my mind thofe auftere maxims of virtue I learned in my youth? Why is thine ardent zeal grown cool, when I am required to facrifice this virtue to the orders of a fultan, or a vizîr? Fdare to anfwer this question: it is becaufe the luftre of my grandeur, the unworthy price of a bafe obedience, would be reRected on thyself: thou wouldst then overlook the crime; but if thou did discover it, thou wouldst change its name, and call it duty." Thus we fee it, would be the highest abfurdity to fill the mind with magna-' nimous ideas, in countries where vice is rewarded and virtue punished. But this is not the cafe in monarchies; re formation there, though "difficult, But I am wintering 08 From the BRITISH MAGAZINE. Translation of a Letter wrote by Prince . Ferdinand to General Sporcken, on refigning to him the Command of the allied Army in Germany. SIR, H AVING had the honour, on my arrival at Neuhaus, to write to the King to congratulate him on the Peace he had made with France and Spain, and at the fame time to ask his permiffion to quit his ariny, where my prefence is no longer neceflary; his majefty was graciously pleafed to give me a very favourable aufwer, in the following letter; which I fend you, General, to be communicated to the army. "COUSIN, "I thank you for the obliging congratulations in your letter of the 23d paft, on the happy conclufion of the peace, to which your good conduct at the head of my army hath fo greatly contributed. I readily confent to your demand, and am very glad that, after fo much fatigue, you will enjoy, in the bofom of peace, that glory which you have fo juftly acquired. Being, moreover, convinced how much I owe to your great merit, you may be affured' of my perfevering in thefe fentiments, being, with much efteem and devotion, coufin,' your devoted coulin, In confequence of this permiffion, which his majefty has graciously given me, I refign to general Sporcken the command of the army, which I fhall leave to-morrow ow the 24th of December, I am the better fatisfied, as his majesty has condefcended to repeat to me his approbation of my conduct and I have the most grateful fenfe of the favours with which you honoured me during the time that I commanded the army. I hall never forget, with how great and happy fuccefs Ifought at the head of the brave troops that compofed the army, for liberty, and for their country and mine. This I fhall always remember, and it will make me think continually on the obligations. I owe to the generals, and officers in particular, who, by affitting me with their experience and good advice, enabled me to serve my country, and to discharge, at the same time, the truft with which I was honoured by the king. I therefore defire, general, that you will return them my fincere thanks, and that you will also thank, in my name, the whole army, for the obedience, they paid to me whilft I had the honour to command them. FERDINAND. Neuhaus, Dec. 23,1762. ) Duke of Brunswic." The Comic Paraphrafe upon Shakespear's Seven Ages; Spoke by Mr. Shuter at his Benefit in Covent Garden, March 21, 1763. T Wrote by G. A. STEVENS. Al the World's a Stage. 4 HUS Shakespear has faid, and what can we fay ? and fome play the fool. by the wife 'tis confeft, who plays the fool best. - Some fly ones act knaves parts, The infant puling and muling in the nurses arms. Hold ng up the flap of his coat, he fung to the tune of, O my Kitten. . Here is papa's nown features, and here is a Jack-a-dandy, Give us a blow to beat 'um, and who'll have fome fugar-candy. Offers the nipple; and the child's at rest. Thus women and men, who are children grown tall, Amo, Amo, amas, amavi, When I play'd truant, I cry'd peccavi. Ye mighty men of claffic lore, Who ken this age, and that before. So I left them, because I'd not be like the lad, Who must be a scholar, to please Ma or Dad. When with Latin and Greek many years the boys mused, He's put to fome calling, where neither is used. The next is the Lover, fighing like furnace with a woful ballad, &c. Very wotul indeed, for love's full of woe, And fighs are the fymphonies, Ah! Ah! and Oh! Oh! I fall try at a love-fong myself very soon, If you, Mr. Musicians, will keep me in tune. [To the orchestra. And I ftrut cross the stage, while the tweedle-de's play'd. The boy, his fault to own; O let me, let me down! O dear, O law, loud roars the lout, Thus Love, is like a whipping bout, Then the foldier, &c. &c. But now the work of war is o'er, And fanguin'd flaughter thirsts no more; Except a little playhouse riot. For oft indeed like man and wife, Now fmiling peace, in unstain'd robe, No more through favage climates roam, GLORY from his triumphal carr, Unlades the trophies of the war : Hangs up his fhield, and fheaths his sword, For gown and flippers gives the word; Laughs at each tumult here or there. For want of room we must poftpone the rest of this lecture to the next number. LIBERTY. An Irregular ODE. Infcribed to the NORTH W BRITON. HENCE, whence this fudden blaze of light, Whence pour thefe fplendors on the fight, 'Tis LIBERTY; fee yonder cloud, No longer fhall her beauties throwd. But watching o'er BRITANNIA's fate, In fmiling troops the tuneful nine, The graces, loves, and pleafures join; Virtue and honour crown the heav'nly train, And praise in choral Hymns fair freedom's genial reign. II. Rous'd to the scene of war by thee, Ev'n now my country's troops I Lee. Victorious stalk o'er Minden's plain; And the land groans with mountains of the flain. Caught by the glare of fame now furvey Renown'd Culloden's well fought-day ; Proud Caledonia's reftlefs fwains, Unaw'd by Union's facred chains, Quafh'd by the vengeful frown of injur'd right, With their gay coward quit the paths of fight. III. Dear liberty, thy glorious claim, High in the rolls of earliest time 5 Has fill'd the warrior with a glowing fame; By thee conducted o'er the steep of fame. VOL. II. C Thro His toiling steps have dar'd to climb. And strike my wond'ring fight: His ftreaming fword the pass maintain’d. IV. Then to th' embattled walls of Rome, Propitious goddess fly; Where many a chief has rush'd upon his doom, Th' embattl'd tempeft pour'd to quash the Roman reign. V. Flaming with frantic fire, The fon flies headlong 'gainst the fire; The flave high-brandishing his fword, Points at the bofom of his lord: Another mourning his approaching end, Prefs'd with the agonies of death; Curfes with imprecation's breath, His murderer in his friend. Where then, ah! where was funk the gen'rous grace Of ancient virtue ! where the Roman fcorn, The tyrant's impious threats to spurn? Why to your fascinated eyes, Did not fome heav'n-born Cato rife. To brave the thunder of his frown; To cry, with Freedom's influence bless'd, Turn, turn thy falchion from thy country's breast, VI. But ftill, celestial freedom, deign To smile on Britain's favour'd plain ; Still with thy genial influence wait, To blaft the fertile land; May French may Spanish threaten'd course, Shake at the ilrength of British force, And shatter'd fly the strand. VII. While they, who rear'd on grandeur's tower, Indignant fpurn fair Freedom's pow'r ; Who |