They ran against a shooting star,

So faft, for fear, did he fail;.

And he fing'd the beard of the Bishop
Against a comet's tail.

And he went between the horns of the moon,

With Athendius on his back

;

And there was an eclipfe that night

Which was not in the Almanack.

The Bishop juft as they fet out
To tell his beads begun,

And he was by the bed of the Pope
Before the string was done.

The Pope fell down upon his knees
In terror and confusion,

And he confefs'd the deadly fin,
And he had abfolution:

And all the popes in bliss that be
Sung "O be joyful!" then;
And all the popes that damned be,
They howl'd for envy then;
For they before kept jubilee,
In hopes of his good company
Down in the Devil's den.

But what was this the Pope had done

To bind himself to Hell?

Ah! that is the myft'ry of this wonderful hist'ry, And I wish that I could tell.

But would you know, to Hell

You can easily find the way;

you

It is a broad and well-known road,

muft go,

Which is travell'd by night and by day.

And you must look in the Devil's book,

You will find one debt that was never paid yet, If you fearch the leaves throughout:

And that is the myft'ry of this wonderful hifl'y," And the way to find it out.

LINES ON THREE LADIES SKATING AT THE PRIORY, STANMORE.

ONG in Nature and Art for fome attitudes new,

Lo

In which to depicture the Graces,

The fchool-models Kauffman had fearch'd through and through,

All female creation fhe traces.

For Art, fhe ftill found that the Grecians of old
To perfection fo fully had brought it;

One pofition alone fhe had left to unfold,

Saw the H-It-ns skating, and caught it.

CHE

J. S. Gray's Inn.

TO GEORGINA'S EYES.

HERUB divine! thy beauteous infant eyes
The Paphian Queen hath furely ftol'n from Heaven;
Their rays befpeak the luftre of the fkies-

To mortal orbs fuch radiance ne'er was given!

Bright fparkling eyes, whofe beauty-beaming rays
A willing captive have already won,

Ah! cherish for a while my raptur'd gaze, ́
Nor cautious feek my eager looks to fhun:-
For I would fcorn your luftre to bedim,

Or with deceit your Miftrefs fair parfue;-
May the fierce tiger tear me limb from limb,
When tears, for me, thofe pearly orbs bedew!
Cherub divine! when time brings on the day,
That not in vain thy fparkling orbs fhall roll,
Ah! fhun thofe joys which would thy heart betray,
Or pluck the gem of virtue from thy foul!
Curs'd be the wretch, and blafted be his love,
Who dares thine angel innocence to harm;
May the red lightnings of Olympic Jove
With forked zeal his purposes difarm!

Sweet child thy fire's example lov'd to grace,
Thine be the heart which every baseness fcorns,
In thee her * worth and genius may we trace,
Whofe honour'd name thy cherub form adorns!
Old Burlington Street.
PHAON.

*Her Grace the Dutchefs of Devonshire.

INSTRUCTION TO LADIES OF TON.

[From the Oracle.]

FAIR CREATURES !

IT is the height of prefumption in any mortal to have the confidence even to addrefs you; but what fhall be faid of the daring arrogance of that lucklefs wight who fhall attempt to inftruct you! you,who, when you throw off your leading-ftrings, difcard every preceptor but those who profefs the liberal arts of compofing cofmetics, gowns (not garments), and frizzled Brutus-es !-but, as John Dryden fings,

"None but the brave deferve the fair!"

I'll e'en venture, though firft it may be incorrect, to particularize the defcription of Ladies I mean to have the honour of addreffing, and, if poffible, of inftructing. I do not addrefs myself to you who fave, but to you who spend money-not to you who are economical, but to you who are extravagant-not to you who pay, but to you who contract debts-not to you who ftudy the comfort, but you who break alike the hearts and purfes of your husbands—not to you who are ftrictly virtuous, but you who keep up appearances in fhort, I addrefs to "the Ladies of Ton" the following inftructions

If you fhould have the misfortune to poffefs a good natural complexion, ufe every endeavour to destroy it with rouge, fard, &c.-clear white and red may do for a milkmaid, but is outré in a Lady of Ton. In fummer drefs warm, and in winter balf-naked.Never go to bed till fun-rife, nor rife till near fun-fet; fo fhall you have an opportunity of obferving that glorious luminary at the two moft advantageous periods. Be nervous in the extreme; ftart and cry at the fight of a moufe; but drive unconcerned over a decrepit beggar in the street. N. B. This diforder will authorize

authorize you to fip ratafia, fherry, brandy, and other ftrengthening liquors. Never nurse your own children, as fuckling will fpoil your fhape, and their noise diftract your head. In the choice of a husband, your only confideration fhould be a feparate maintenance, and, as long as he be rich, never mind a broken conftitution. Laugh at the pathos of a Siddons, and die away in ecftacy at the cadence of a Banti-Give halfa-guinea in charity, and ten pounds to a foreigner for his benefit ticket-Never go to church on Sunday morning, but punt at Faro all Sunday evening.In fine, learn to talk loud, fwear a little, ride a great deal, and ftare all modefty out of countenance-and you will then be "a complete Woman of Ton." Your instructor,

THE SHADE OF CHESTERFIELD.

SLIP SLOP.

MILIUS-Paulus Flaminius-Quintus Julius-Cæfar Muzzlemump is a man of fine natural parts, a great admirer of the liberal fciences, and was educated in the learned profeffion of a foap-boiler. When he had gone through a regular procefs of his pro feffional ftudies, it happened that the beautiful and accomplished Mifs Margaretta-Maria-Sophia-Ange-. licana Grizzlegig became deeply enamoured with this fame Æmilius-Paulus Flaminius-Quintus Julius-Cafar Muzzlemump, and was married to him, contrary to the confent of both her papa and mamma, who kept a refpectable pawnbroker's repofitory in the polite neighbourhood of Drury Lane.

A reconciliation, however, was gradually brought about; and, in the courfe of three years, the father and mother both departed this tranfitory life, leaving Emilius-Paulus and Margaretta-Maria in poffeffion of a genteel fortune.

Emilius

Emilius-Paulus now gave up his bufinefs, whereby he became enabled to enjoy at large thofe more accomplishing purfuits for which nature had fo manifeftly defigned him.

It is about five years fince Æmilius-Paulus quitted bufinefs; in which time, as he himself fays, he has made no fmall progrefs in the circle of polite literature: but, unfortunately, Æmilius-Paulus and Margaretta-Maria are ftrangers to that inviolable maxim, upon which fubfift all the felicities of wedlock; for, in general, whatever the one admires, the other hath a particular averfion to. In fhort, they scarcely ever agree two days together; and the fubjects upon which they quarrel, are frequently education and family.

It is not many days fince I had the honour to attend the above lady and gentleman in a hackney coach to that agreeable fituation called Mount Pleafant. "I do infift upon your going," fays ÆmiliusPaulus; for I'll fhew one of the most sweetest and moft ruralleft places you ever feed." But we had not ridden half a mile from Smithfield, when ÆmiliusPaulus, putting his head out at one of the windows, ordered the coachman to drive more fafter: upon which, Margaretta-Maria, putting her head out at the other, ordered him to drive more flower. " Drive more fafter, I fay, coachman," cries Æmilius Paulus. "I fay, drive more flower, coachman," cries Margaretta-Maria.-Emilius-Paulus fubmitted, and the horfes kept only a gentle trot.

When we were arrived at Mount Pleafant, and had ordered tea and coffee, Æmilius-Paulus, taking me by the arm, affured me, he would now fhew me a moft

captervating profpect. "We'll juft," fays he, "walk up to the furplus of the Mount, and then we 've all before us. Here!-here!-here's beauty already!--Now here now mind!-only obfarve!

There's Shooter's Hill!-and there!-Don't

you