Lactilla, in her morning walk, towards the Hot-Wells. I took the proper measures for this tête-à-tête between my two naturals, as I call this uneducated couple.—It succeeded beyond my utmost hopes.-For the first ten minutes they exchanged a world of simple, observations on the different species of the brute creation, to which each had most obligations.-Lactilla praised her CowsSir Joseph his Høgs.-An artless eclogue, my dear madam, but warm from the heart.

At last the Muse took her turn on the tapis of simple dialogue.-In an instant both kindled into all the fervours-the delightful fervours, that are better imagined than described.-Suffice it to relate the sequel-Lactilla pocketed a generous halfcrown, and Sir Joseph was enchanted! Heavens! what would this amiable Baronet have been, with the education of a curate?"

Miss Hannah More's Letter to the Duchess of Chandos.

OF THE SAME.

By JONAS HANWAY, Esq.

"In short, these poor children who are employed in sweeping our chimnies, are not treated half so well as so many black Pigs— nor, indeed, a hundredth part so well, where the latter have the good fortune to belong to a benevolent master, such as Sir Joseph Mawbey-a man who, notwithstanding he is a bright Magistrate, a diligent Voter in Parliament, and a chaste husband, is nevertheless author of not a few fancies in the poetical way."

Thoughts on our savage Treatment of Chimney-sweepers.

Testimonies in favour of Sir CECIL WRAY, Bart.

DR. STRATFORD *

ALCANDER, thou 'rt a God, more than a God!
Thou'rt pride of all the Gods-thou mount'st by woes-

* Author of 58 Tragedies, only one of which, to the disgrace of our Theatres, has yet appeared.

Hell squeaks, Eurus and Auster shake the skies--
Yet shall thy barge dance through the hissing wave,
And on the foaming billows float to heaven!

Epistle to Sir Cecil Wray, under the
Character of Alcander.

OF THE SAME.

By MRS. GEORGE ANNE BELLAMY.

"I was sitting one evening (as indeed I was wont to do when out of cash) astride the bullustrade of Westminster bridge, with my favourite little dog under my arm. I had that day parted with my diamond windmill.-Life was never very dear to me--but a thousand thoughts then rushed into my heart, to jump this world, and spring into faithful eternity. I determined that my Pompey should bear me company.-I pressed him close, and actually stretched out, fully resolved to plunge into the stream; when, luckily, (ought I to call it so ?) that charming fellow (for such he then was), Sir Cecil Wray, catching hold of Pompey's tail, pulled him back, and with him pulled back me.—In a moment I found myself in

a clean hackney-coach, drawn by grey horses, with a remarkable civil coachman, fainting in my Cecil's arms; and though I then lost a little diamond pin, yet (contrary to what I hear has been asserted) I NEVER prosecuted that gallant Baronet; who, in less than a fortnight after, with his usual wit and genius, despatched me the following extempore poem:

While you prepar'd, dear Anne, on Styx to sail→
Lo! one dog sav'd you by another's tail.

To which, in little more than a month, I penned, and sent, the following reply :

You pinch'd my dog, 'tis true, and check'd my sail-
But then my pin-ah, there you squeez'd my tail.”

Ninth volume of Mrs. George Anne Bellamy's
Apology, now preparing for the press.

Testimony of the great Parts of CONSTAN TINE, LORD MULGRAVE, and his Bre thren.

MR. BOSWELL.

"AMONG those who will vote for con

tinuing the old established number of our

Session Justices, may I not count on the tribe of Phipps-they love good places; and I know Mulgrave is a bit of a poet as well as myself; for I dined in company once, where he dined that very day twelvemonth. My excellent wife, who is a true Montgomery, and whom I like now as well as I did twenty years ago, adores the man who felt for the maternal pangs of a whelpless bear. For my own part, however, there is no action I more constantly ridicule, than his Lordship's preposterous pity for those very sufferings which he himself occasioned, by ordering his sailors to shoot the young bears. But though I laugh at him, how handsome will it be if he votes against Dundas to oblige me! My disliking him and his family is no reason for his disliking me-on the contrary, if he opposes us, is it not probable that that great young man, whom I sincerely adore, may say, in his own lofty language, "Mulgrave, Mulgrave, don't vex the Scotch!-don't provoke 'em! God damn your ugly head!-if we don't crouch to Bute, we shall all be turned out; God eternally damn you for a stupid boar ! I know we shall! Pardon me, great Sir,