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While I am, thus delineating my Features, permit me to own, that I wish my Portrait might shine in a Mezzotinto through the Glafs-Windows of Picture-Shops in Fleet Street and St. Paul's Church Yard; then thould I be gazed on with Admiration by Mercers 'Prentices ! But I will at least indulge my Vanity in appearing on a large sheet of Paper, in a wooden Cut, which ingenious School Boys may delight to colour with yellow and red Ochre, What a glaring Figure shall I then make in the long Piazzas of Covent Garden! I shall be furrounded by venerable old Ballads; and several of my Family Pieces, such as the Sinners Coat of Arms, and the dreadful Sketches of Death, Judgment, and Damnation! Thence shall I be translated to the naked Walls of Country Ale-houses, Coblers Stalls, and Necessary Houses ! -And thou, O R-me, thou who art my other Self! be this my Glory! however different our Fortunes, however unlike the Incidents of our Lives, yet whenfoever the Countenance of Iscariot Hackney is seen, thy own dear Phiz will be called to Remembrance.

In short, I am a perfect Town Author: I hate all Mankind, yet am accasionally a mighty Patriot. I am very poor, and owe my Poverty to my Merit; that is, to my Writings: I am as proud as I am poor; yet, what is seemingly a Contradiction, never stick at a mean Action, when the Welfare of the Republic of Letters, or, in other Words, my own Interest is concerned. My Pen, jike the Sword of a Swiss, or the Pleading of a Lawyer, is generally employed for Pay. There is one Piece of Advice, Gentlemen, which I would propose to you: If any Papers of a dead Wit should fall into the Hands of a Member of your Society, let him be fure to print them, though never fo derogatory to the Person's Reputation, to get himself Money, and if, among whole Heaps of indigested Papers, he finds a few with




lange Carreations and Additions by another venient Hand, (which he well knows) let him be sure to Tuppress that Circunstance in fris Publication, Ivor:) 9. But to return to myself My Pamphletşisell many more Impreffions than those of celebrated Writers; the Secret of this is, I learned from Curll to clap a new Title-Page to the Sale lof every half Hundred; so that when my Bookseller has sold two Hundred and Fifty Copies, my Book generally en; ters into the Sixth Edition. ; 'Tis réckoned a villainous Action to write a Libel, but more for to father one on a Person who neither wrote it, non approves it; now I own I never scruple to do both. When a Man of Figure (perhaps an Ornament of his Country) has been cruelly aspersed in his Life-time, I love to revive the Aspersion at his Death: It is Mirth to me to grieve a whole Family, by insulting his Memory before his Body is cold in the Grave. In this I imitate the Author of Sarah the Quaker in the Shades, to Lothario lately deceased. Though I am so ready to libel others, I am downright frightened if I but hear of a Satire where my Name is likely to be inserted. Wben a Person does me a Favour, I either suspect he has some Design on me, or think it less than my Due, and that he is obliged to me, because an Author, for accepting it.

I am very testy if I am not allowed Dictator of my Company; nor had I ever a Friend, whom I did not in his Absence sacrifice to my Jeft. I contemn the Few who admire me, am angry with the Multitude who despise me, and mortally hate all who have any ways obliged me. I afure you, I am very famous for several Treatises in Defence of Ingratitude : I never fail to illustrate them with the Examples of Marcus Brutus among the Ancients, and very eminent Statesmen among the Moderns. "My private Resentment, like that of other Great Men, is always a public Justice.

Now, ** Now, Gentlemen, if you like me for a Correspondents my Price is the Price of a Journalift, a Crown; and, in the Stile of a Love-Bargain half wet, half dry. You may find me in a Morning at my Lúcubrations over a Quartern Pot in a Geneva Shop in Clare-Market; a Houfe where I propose many learned Interviews with Orator Henley, who has removed his Stage to that place. I generally dine with a Brother Bard, at one of the little Cooks -Shops near St. Martin's Church, and probably spend

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Here the Mufe essays
A Theme, which, to attempt alone, is Praise.
Be Her's a Zeal of Public Spirit known!
A Princely Zeal!-a Spirit all


Where never Science beam'd a friendly Ray,
Where one vast Blank neglected Nature lay ;
From Public Spirit, ceaseless there employ'd,
Creation varying glads the chearless Void.
The Arts, whence Safety, Treasure and Delight,
Bless Land and Sea, these Arts, O Muse, recite;
Once more to view the long-loft Wonders raise,
Display their Dignity, diffuse their Praise.

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Let Those of Luxury, with Th se to vie, Magnificently useless strike the Eye! What tho' no Streams, in fruitless Pomp display'd, Rife a proud Column, fall a grand Cascade; Thro' secret Pipes, which nobler, Use renowns, Here dactile Riv'lets vilit distant Towns. On Fens, where Peftilence, with poison's Breath, Tainted the Gale, and fill’d the Land with Death, New drain'd, the Grove ascends, the Harvest springs, The Heifer grazes, and the Linnet fings, Now, where the Flood deep rolis, or wile extends, From Road to Road the Bridge connective bends; O’er the broad Arch the Cars of Commerce go, And fearless hear the Billows


below. Now the firm Isthmus tinks a wat’ry Space, And wonders in new State, at naval Grace; While Commerce check'd by Nature's Bars no more, Steers, thro' the Land, a Course unknown before, Now Harbours open, and where Mounds were vain, The bulwark Mole repels the boịit'rous Main.

When the supk Sun no homeward Sail befriends, On the Rock's Brow, the Light-House kind ascends, And from the fhoaly, o'er the gulphy Way, Points to the Pilot's Eye the warning Ray. Count ftill, any Mufe (to count whui Mure can cease?) The Works of Public Spirit, Freedom, Peace! By them shall Plants, in Forefts, reach the Skies; Then lose their leaiy Pride, and Navies rise ; Navies, which to invasive Focs expiain, Heav'n throws not round us Rocks and Seas in vain. The Sail of Commerce, in each Sky, aspires, And Property assures what Toil


Who digs the Mine or Quarry, digs with Giees Loid of Himself, his Choice and Gain are free: Him the same Laws the lame Protection yield, Who plows the Furrow, as who owns the Field.

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