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misfortunes, but never intended to leave off former practices.

I grieved for my change of circumftances, but it was a grief, which proceeded from pride; it was not an affliction from the horrors of a mif-fpent life; but a chagrine occafioned by my knowing I was deprived of the means, of making. the fame figure in town as formerly.

not what to do.

I now commenced common streetwalker; but, as if it was ordained that mifery fhould still be made more wretched, the first evening I took my stand in Fleet Street, to look out for a fare, I was drove from fireet to street, by women of my own profeffion, who fwore I should not come in their beats, untit I had paid my footing. Not having a fingle farthing, I knew One of them fnatch ed the only handkerchief I had in the world off my neck, another pulled off my cap and kept it. I had been the whole day making thefe two pieces of finery up, out of the fragments of the laft gauze apron I had. And after wash ing them, and smoothing them myself, in hopes by fuch baits to tempt fomebody to enable me to purchase a meal's meat for the next day, having not broke my fast that day I turned out. What then must be my defpair, to find my felf even deprived of the hope of being in a condition to earn fix-pence, to preferve myself from famishing.

At that inftant, a woman's voice called out from fome distance, Befs, Befs, the Informers are coming. My perfecutors fled from me immediately, and left me bare-headed, and bare neck'd; my hair was very long, and a very good colour, and the complexion both of my face and neck clear, and without any artifice to fet it off; I could not, if I chofe it, have paid even for a pennyworth of Spanish red. In that figure I ftood difconfolate, like Jane Shore (as I fuppofe the appeared) when fhe fet out to do penance.

Before I had time to confider what I fhould do, I was feiz'd by two men, who laid hold of me by the arms and shoulders, faying, So, Madam, what you had a mind to be taken, it seems ;

wou'dn't fculk off when the reft did, bah? though you knew we were comingI fuppofe you had a mind to turn fpy, but we'll take care

I replied, indeed, Gentlemen, But they wou'd not fuffer me to go on. The other interrupting me very . furlily, made answer Do you prate, you brazen face Bb;: don't you know who we are, blaft you; that we belong to the Society for the Reformation of Manners, Mrs. Bunter, and will, for the Glory of God, and the Honour of Religion, carry you to Bridewell for whoring, Huffy.

I fell down on my knees, begged them, for God's fake, to have fome charity for me, I confeffed to them, that I came from home, indeed, with an intent to be a whore, to offer myself to any body, who would give me any thing; and that I had not eat all that day; that this was my first night of going out; that I was quite a ftranger ;and that fome other women had pull'd my handkerchief and cap off, and run away with them for my footing, as they call'd it.

On which

One of the men immediately fays to the other, I fancy this is a greenhorn, let's take her to the lamp, and look what fort of a face she has got. they hawled me to a light; and one of them ftood ftaring in my face, while I with dishevelled hair, naked neck, and the tears dropping down my cheeks, ftood in dreadful expectation of my fentence.

One of my fifters in fin, as I fuppose, came by, and told the other Reformer, fhe wanted to speak with him. As soon as he went with the woman, the other, who had been looking at me all that time, told me, I should not go to Bridewell, but he would fee me fafe to my lodgings, and give me fomething to eat and drink.

I believe, in King Lear that the following words are, the act of our neceffity is ftrange, that can make vile things precious,

I never

I never went to any of my own elegant furnished apartments, with a tythe, of that transport, with which I now went back to my miferable garret ; it was to me an Elyfium, to be faved from Bridewell, and to be told, I should have fomething to eat and drink.

I pity those of large poffeffions, who never have been happy enough to be in distress; they can't enjoy it is impoffible-I dare infift on it, they can't enjoy half that fatisfaction, nor half that true relish for any of life's convenien cies, which those have, who, after feeling misery, have been reinstated in affluence.

I fupp'd with my new acquaintance; I grew in fpirits. Next day he took me a better lodging, and after the neigh. bourhood were all at reft, he us'd to vifit me.

I enquired why he was fo cautious of coming to fee me in the day-time; and what particular profits there could be in his office as Conftable, that made it worth his while to be up so late almoft every night.

Upon which, chucking me under the chin, he gave me the following hiftory of himself.

If I was only a common Conftable, my dear, it would be a poor service, and no one would care to follow it; but I am one of the Reforming Conftables, I belong to thofe that ferve the Church; I am one of Religion's officers, and Religion never lets any of her true fervants want."

I alk'd him, how he could reconcile keeping me, and having a wife, to Religion?

Pho, my dear, he replied, what I mean by the word Religion is, in my fignification, Church-work-for mum, but that's between ourselves though, we are a parcel of damn'd fly fellows, and love to do a thing or two, as well as another body, but don't care the world fhould know it.

In the first place now, every woman that picks up between Charing-cross and the Change, up Holborn, down Fleet Lane, all the way to Tower-hill, comes down to us for every night's Liberty; and we never let them run above three nights in arrears; if they do, why we take them up for Prostitutes, for the honour of our holy Religion.

(To be continued.)

The THIRTEEN CANTONS: Or ALAMODE BEEF. A MILTONIC. Addreffed to Mr. Woтn.

OW is the Subject, and the lowly Muse
Sings, her voice fuiting. Let not Critics dare
To deem it vulgar. That word-catching tribe
Affail like Pirates, and by plunder thrive.

If Naturalifts fay true; the Cuckoo Thief,
From other birds devours their Shell-clos'd-race
And in their mofs-lin'd-nets his fpeckly store
Wily fecretes. So pedant Schoolmen spoil
The broods of Genius. I depife their Forns,
"Thou Nature art my Goddess, to thy Lare
"My Services are bound." Infpired by thee,
I fing of Beef.
Ye hungry Bards, be mute.

Soon as flow pacing night with fable veil
Enwraps the Sun-cheer'd day, from inky defks,
Or bright rubh'd counters freed, th' indentur'd Youth
Start keen with nimble ftep: the fav'ry gale

Of Beef, drefs'd Alamode, in ftewy fteams,

Spreads its ftrong odour long the greasy air.

The needy Wit, the lucklefs Harlot pin'd,
With eyes askance, pass by the tempting door,
Devouring in idea ev'ry ounce.

Beauty and Wit, unrealis'd by Wealth,.
Are but bright bubbles, glitt'ring to the fense.
Gay infubftantials
like the ftreaky tints,

That beam refplendent in the rainbow's curve.

The Clown, the Sot, th' Affected, and the Dunce,
Tissued in Taylor's pride, to Dainties point
And rove, with Glutton's eye, the larder round.
While Lovelinefs, in Penury's fad plight,
And fterling humour, in as base a garb;
With famine panting, fainting pafs along,
As pale Ghofts vanish at the face of day.

In reeking kitchen, hot with charcoal stove,
Where dim utenfils in diforder ly,
(Like armour fragments after battle pil'd)
Behold a hungry Groupe, expectant fit.
Work dufty artizans, and pregnant wives,
Allur'd by fragrant fmells. The Rabble Rout,
Call, ring, and riot. Acid Hunger gnaws,
Impatience urges them; loud loud they fwear.

Thus when the tempeft round the welking growls,
Dogs howl, Ducks quack, Geefe cackle, Affes bray,
And clamour to the clouds, obftrep'rous yells,
From garret, fafting Genius quick defcends,
Hoping by darkness to elude the ken

Of ambuth'd Baily. Slow he opes the door,
Leaft unoil'd hinges cracking, should betray;
This way and that, up, down the lane, he cafts
His fearful eye. As fearful he employs
His ear attentive, to the tiptoe step
Of dreaded Catchpole. If the coaft is clear,
O'er the worn threshold he light-hearted leaps ;
And walks, trots, paces, runs, to reach the feast.
Up ftairs he fprings, and full of spirits feeds,
In the foil'd Manfion, Thirteen Cantons cali'd.

Adown the steep hill, dafhing through the dews,
O'er the lawn bounding, lab`ring up the steep,

Thus the staunch hound fnuffs through the tainted air,
Hits off the fcent, and bursts upon his game.
[To be concluded in our next.]

From the St. JAMES's MAGAZINE.

HE late Lord Melcomb-Regis, when Mr. Doddington, having permitted a certain writer of verfes to dedicate a volume of poems to him; and put the author to fome expence in directing him to cancel the dedication, when the whole impreffion was printed off, and to draw up another with certain

compliments, the heads of which his lordship was pleased to furnifh; he took no farther notice of him, except that he fhewed him his house, at Hammersmith, with great oftentation. The disappointed bard, to whofe circumstances, and very good character, his lordship was no ftranger, fent him the following copy of verfes, which, being delivered to him by the hands of lady H, produced a handsome present.

To the Right Honourable GEORGE BUB DODDINGTON. TIMOTHY TAGWELL, haberdasher of Dedications, and dealer in verse and profe, takes the liberty to bring in his bill - And his reasons for fo doing He thus humbly fhews.

Right honourable, and fo forth,

whereas 'tis confefs'd

By all men, that you have wit, learning and taste,
Beneficence furely, in certain degree,

On fuch worth fhould attend, and wait even on me ;
But fome cloud of forgetfulness, as it should feem,
Having fhaded poor Tim from the warmth of its beam;
He now craves your leave-tho' it may make you stare
To fend you in writing, your late bill of fare.

For poets, in this, bear a semblance to cooks,

'Tis for fuch as will pay, that they dish up their books;
I could bring ftill more reasons, but, Sir, - ne quid nimis
Here the articles follow, fairly stated Imprimis ;

For the colt I am at to draw out fuch a bill,

You are debtor in equity — just what you will.
But, Sir, now alas! for a rhime I must strain-hard,
Serve me not as a cardinal once ferv'd poor Maynard,
And in truth it would bring deep difgrace on the nation,
Should a Doddington fall into French imitation.

Then Item, For trudging in all forts of weather,
Two hundred and fifty times, all put together;

To my friend, Dr. Thompson, up two pair of stairs,
Who with hopes of your bounty oft lull'd all my cares.
Item,

For dedications two, both which were receiv'd,
And read too, in fecret, or much I'm deceiv'd;
Item,

For bringing together, Young, Thomfon, Voltaire,
As friends of your choice, and as plants of your care.
Item,

For speeches in parliament, prais'd upon trust,
Tho' hear them I cou'd not, yet praise them I must,
Since talk'd of with wonder-and echo'd around,
They came to my ears at the hundredth rebound.
Item,

For two books, all flaunting in golden and scarlet,
'Tis confeis'd a beau's finery may oft hide a varlet.
Item,

For charge of invention, to praife as I ought,
The pictures you've fram'd, and the marbles you've bought.
And praises to match things fo precious and rare,
Coft more than we Poets for nothing can spare.

Then

Then last for the fame you already have gain'd, Which must by the means it first rose be maintain'd, It was that drew me in- I fhould forely be griev'd, To be the first creditor ever deceiv'd.

There are many more Items, befides, I could score,
But it would be too tedious to teize you with more,
So I'll close with obferving, that paper and print,
And ftamping the whole in poetical mint,
Have been very expensive

and yet not a cross,

Citizen of fome renown,

(Let us fuppofe of London town) Thought it high time to fix for life, That is to fay, to take a wife. He did and if we credit fame, She was not quite exempt from blame, Somewhat too foon a daughter came. She brought him next, to his great joy, In proper time, a chopping boy. The youth grown up, the father thought Home the best place to have him taught; So put him under the tuition Of one of parts and erudition. No bug-bear pedant of a college, But one well vers'd in polite knowledge. Who'd been in Italy and France, Could make a bow, and fing and dance; Master of arts in every sense, His tutorage was mere pretence; And if I may the truth reveal, I'd say that hereby hangs a tale. 'Twas Cupid introduc'd him there, For when he undertook to teach

The fon, the daughter was his care,
In hopes the doctrine he should preach
Would captivate the fair.

And fo it happen'd, as you'll fee,
He ABELARD, and ELOISA fhe.
For under fo fecure a mafk,
It was a very eafy talk,
Tutor and lover every day,
To act what part he chofe to play.
His pupil was in Latin skill'd,
And the with other leffons fill'd;
HORACE and VIRGIL he can quote,
And she knew Qvid all by rote.

Each day ftill growing scientifick;
She found herself at length prolifick ;
Which brought on qualms and all the

reft,

The caufe is easy to be guest.
Soon as the fecret was found out,
The father made a horrid rout;
The tutor, to avoid the fray,
Judg'd to fteal off the fafeft way,
And leave his love to disentangle,
The knotty point on which they wrangle.
She willingly would have refign'd

Her hand, for better or for worse ;
And he was full as much inclin'd
To share the bleffing or-the curfe.

But what avail their cooing, billing?
The lover was not worth a fhilling.
Their inequality was such,
Too little here, and there too much.
Who marry now are bought and fold,
According to their weight in gold.
Be wealthy, and the ring's bespoke ;
But without riches, love's a joke.
Ah! what corruption's this all give in!
O wretched int'reft, bane of love,
How long fhall we thy influence prove?
And what a wicked age we live in !

But let's leave off this moral strain;
And to our tale return again.

The father, as we faid before,
In furious paffion rav'd and swore ;
The daughter wept, and fobb'd and
figh'd;

But this was idle on each fide,
Th' affair was how to heal the fore,
And how her fhame to hide.
What remedy in this fad plight?
Wedlock might fet all things to right.

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