6. To the Editor. By Mr. A. TAYLOR, of Northowram.
Though young, I'm a lover of all that is good,
And a poet's ambition prevails in my blood.
I often have envy'd your writers their praise
As often attempted to rival their lays :
But always have fail'd in my fanguine defires,
Nor ever could fathom the depth of their lyres.
Fill, at laft thro' mere fpite, ev'ry effort I ftrain'd,
To find what in Lee's laft harrangue was contain'd;
And when the Enigma I duly had scan'd,
I guefs'd the propofer muft mean a Right hand.
If, dear fir, you encourage thefe feeble effays,
Emulation, in future, may prompt nobler lays.

7. The REBUSES anfwered. A Character. By Mr. H. MELLANEY.
The larkfpur fair Phillis to aid, Afk bath Lee and White, they can tell,
Each bard ftrives her favor to
gain,
[knows well,
And in truth each fond fhepherd
Her looks can give pleasure or pain.
No watch is there hangs by her fide,

Her bofom bedecks all around,
Her necklace quite brilliant is made,
And her equal is not to be found.
She's the honour and pride of the
plain,

The topic in each little cot;
And on valentine eve will each fwain

Say fhe, only the, was his lot.
With the glance of her eye fhe can kill;
Again with herfmiles the can cure;
She's handfome, has wit at her will;
Her frowns, fay, who can them

Or trinkets both coftly and bright; Like belles who in cities refide,

And only in grandeur delight. No, fhe's humble in manner and drefs

(These graces become well the fair); Her virtues may any man bless :

Then who of her love wou'd mot thare?

For mortals underneath the fun;
What glorious wonderous works on

high,

endure ?
8. The Morning. By Mr. G. BRENTNALL.
A glorious fcene's difplay'd to fight,
How charming is the morning light!
As we furvey the fmiling fpring,
When all around rejoice and fing,
And yonder blazing orb of day
Flies glorious round without delay,
Difpenfing bleffings rich and new,
Prefenting wonders to each view:
And thus with bounty unconfin'd,
Gives health of body, peace of mind;
An emblem of his Maker's love
Who fhow'rs down bleffings from
above.

Let joy fit fmiling on your face,
Ye greatly favour'd hun an race;
Admire in humble awe profound,
The num'rous wonders all around.
Confider too how fma'l a part
Can ever enter to your heart,
Had any one a ftrength of foul,
To grafo the moft flupendous whole,
What admiration it must raife.
That foul itfelf be spent in praife!
If fuch great things on earth be done,

For those who reign above the sky!
How they may fly from fun to fun,
And with admiring raptures run
O'er all the heav'ns from ftar to ftar,
Admiring nature near and far,
As fwift as the bright lightning flies,
And yet more fwiftly growing wife,
And kind, and virtuous, good and
great,

O what a happy, blissful state!
There may be powers fo great, fo high,
Poffefs'd by thofe above the sky;
That fingly comprehend much more,
Than all our pow'rs twice ten times
o'er,

And faculties more num'rous far,
Than all our earthly talents are.
Of fuch a vaft exalted height,
No mortal pow'r can bear the fight,

Orever form idea near

What heav'nly beings fee and hear.
A fan.ily

A Family Dedication at the baptizing of a Child in 1753.
By Mr. W. BILLINGTON, of Crick, near Daventry.

US, and our offspring, Lord, receive
To thy peculiar care;
Thy gracious promise we believe,
And humbly hope to fhare.
Thus, heavenly Father, at thy call,
With chearful faith we bring
Our dearest treasure, and our all,
A tribute to our King.

Accept us then, for Jesus' lake,

Devoted unto thee;

Affift us fome returns to make

Of love and loyalty.

Then may our future days be found
Our happiest ones to prove;
And ev'ry pulfe with pleature bound
While we adore thy love.
W. B. Lapidarius

The above is inferted to fhew Mr. B. that the Diary is open to merit from every quarter; it is by no means, however, our wish to encourage perfonal altercation, which generally ends in nothing but bitterness, and does no credit to either of the parties. A piece on Sunday (chools by Mr. Thomas Baker, and one on a Death- Watch, by Mr. J. Ruber, are left out with great regret on account of their length; and we could not abridge without quite fpoiling them.

Ye

New EHIGMAs to be answered next YEAR. 1.ÆNIGMA 450, by Mr. J. SINGLETON, of Bickerstaffe.

virtuous fair, ye gentle virgins, hail! Let filence reign while founds my

plaintive tale.

ear.

Let ev'ry eye emit a pitying tear,
And let this leffon fan each liftening
[hearts to move,
When fwains who aim your tender
By oaths profane and melting tales
of love,
[impart,
Sigh on your breasts, a thousand things
And thoufands more quite ftrangers
to the heart,

Remember me before you speak them
kind,
[mind.
And let each virtue reafon with your
For know, their love is as the
changing breeze,

May melt with beauty, the next
moment freeze;

'Tis to fuch conquefts that I owe
my birth,
[the earth
My worthlefs name enough to black
Let my last parting flattery debar,
And let true virtue be your guiding

itar.

2. ENIGMA 451, by Mr. W. SWIFT, of Stow.

Soon as my name you have made out, | Have been your friend, by man caYou'll fay, and may without all

doubt, [foe, I've curft and bleft, have been your And caus'd a multitude of woe;

3. ENIGMA 452, by Mr.

Room, room, ye enigmatic wits,
I am just in my pleating fits,
Now in humour to display
Usefulness this prefent day.
Crouding vot'ries, take your fill,
Please your fancy as you will:
Hedge born gentlemen, hafte hence,
Flying o'er the bounding fence:

refs'd,
Altho' I have both curft and bless'd.
I ne'er was born, and yet, 'tis faid
That I like your fair love was made
W. BYER, of Leyland.
Tippling fots, (a pleafing task,)
Drink me dry the feaming cafk:
German do&tors, hatte, I'm yours,
Kill the world with your fine cures :
Ye beggarian hawking ribe,
Your cheating trace anew defcribe.
Should any ik why ou're fu free,
Say you'd liberty from me.
4. ENIGMA

4. ENIGMA 453, by Mr. W.CRANE, of Quadring.

I am found against a celi,

Worthy Gents, pray underfand,

Where a band of chieft ins dwell, I thefe fearless chiefs command.

And if any rudely enter,
They may rue the rafh adventure:
They're remorfeless, quick
thought,

as

Crush'd, and foon to atoms brought.

5. ENIGMA

All hail, Diarians! attend,
And from this myftic tale I've penn'd
My name pray bring to-day:
Where fecret filencereigns I'm found;
Fur oft, if tumults me furround,
They drive me quite away.

6. ENIGMA 455,

Bards, our race is ancient grown,
Thro' the British empire known;
And what man of worth is found,
For wisdom and bright wit renown'd;
Deep thoughts he'll in me repofe,
Secrets none befide me knows.
I don't the great alone befriend;
Poor men on my aid depend,

Ancient records ftill contain
Accounts of numbers by me flain,
How, by a divine decree,

A clear fountain flow'd from me.
More its ufclefs to reveal;
Who from you can aught conceal ?
454, by FELIX.

7. ENIGMA 456, by Mr. PIKE HARDY, of Hickling.

Know, Gents ingenious, I took my For I adorn with flowers fair Delia's

[radife ;

rife, When our first parents dwelt in paYet ere they found or need, or ufe, in

me,

lap;

Have danced with her at the fplendid ball,

[petuous fire.

[hall. [tree. And her accompany'd to gay VauxThey'd eat the fruit of the forbidden Yet fons of fwarthy Vulcan me reInvented by a shameful after-thought, quire With aching hearts, and guilty hands When their rude ftrokes provoke imthen wrought, [in thade, To moft mechanics I am useful made To deck the piteous pair when hid And am a kind tymbol of each trade. And of the great Creator's voice At church on Sundays feldom them afraid, [Eden's bowers, among, [ing throng. Was with them then expell'd from Nor of the impious fabbath-breakHer cryftal ftreams, and aromatic But grace the pious fair at rites diflowers. [I thine. Yet now from me the fair fear no And there like heavenly innocence

[mishap, vine,

8. ENIGMA 457, by Mr. T. BRADBERRY.

Youthful candidates for fame,
My worth to the world proclaim.
First old Terra was my fire,
Nurs'd and form'd by air and fire;
Weeks I lay with many more,

As of little worth or ftore,
Till a man on mischief bent,
To us came with firm intent;
Chofe from out our num'rous throng
Only thofe he thought moft frong,

And

And with weapon arm'd he bies,
To a cave where, prifon'd, lies
A ftrong firanger, who for gold
Freedom and his country fold.
Let me paufe, ere I relate
The horrors of his cruel fate,
Whereby he was doom'd to feel
Unremitting force of fteel;
From the wound defcends the gore,
Purple streams would ftain the floor,
Did he not, of this in fear,
Make us all by turns appear:
And fince we have had no food,
Makes us gorge the streaming blood;

9. ENIGMA 458, by Mrs.
To hear and fee a myftic fcribe,
It may furprize the riddling tribe,
In measures thus to fing;
Yet all I fay is very true,
Tho' very likely not all new,

That to your eyes I bring.
To tell my ufes and my make,
From whom I did my being take,

Confcious as of wrong he tries
Us to hide from prying eyes,
Till we must attend his beck,
With a chain hung round our neck:
Tortur'd firft, and then we're try'd,
Fin fh'd, ere he's fatisfy'd.

hen another's try'd and doom'd,
Three or four perhaps confum'd,
Till to vengeance rous'd we rife,
Trip his feet or clofe his eyes;
On the flcor he'll vanquish'd fall;
Others for affiftance call.
Hence, ye bards, my name declare,
Sure I ne'er attack the fair!

ABIGAIL WINTERBOTTOM.
[My form a paradox appears,
For I've no tongue, no eyes, no ears)
Yet am to man a flave;
I bear great burdens for his ufe,
Whereby effects he fuch abufe,

As makes him dread the grave.
For man I toil with all my might,
If I do wrong inftead of right,

Yet his is all the crime,
Am fed with gold and other meat,
But yet difgorge all that I eat,

Tho' brought from fartheft clime,
The Wicked One, at fight of me,
Did with precipitation flee,

If Albion's bard be right:
And he might well be in fuch fears,
I thew'd him juftice in the spheres.
So, gentle (wains, good night.
by Mr. J. Moor E.

When whilting plowmen till the (I come to prove my wondrous worth

rays,

[(mile,

and pow'r,

ftubborn foil,. [ty low'r, In fertile fields, all nature feems to The mafon help to raife cach lotBy pregnant rains, and fol's refulgent When failors plow the main, their [his lays courfe l'aid, [world I ftray'd. When I fpring up, my owner tunes With Cook and Anton round the In thankful frains, and patient waits When chearful Roger with a nu(teil, m'ious crowd, [tions loud, Of nymphs and fwains, with acclamaAttending home their harvest cart [there. Amid the chearful throng; lo! I was

awhile, Hoping I thall reward him for his Till he thinks fit to bid his flaves conspire, [my fire; Who boldly pluck and take me from

with care,

But oh! the hardthips I must un-Some deeds of pure religion 1 have [then lo! wrought,

dérge, [brought. Till I receive new form, new name; For, many to repentance I have

made the ftouteft hearts to quak and fear.

Even at the lateft hour when death

was near,

1. ÆNIGMA 460, by A LADY, communicated by Mr. J. P. GOLDSMITH, Hereford.

To fragrant fields my origin I owe | Thofe ancient charters which your

Where daifies, cowflips and the king

cities claim, [are lame, cup blow, [art, Thofe gifts of kings, without my aid, From thefe extracted by the niceft Without my aid fair commerce too In various fcenes of life I act a part. muft die, [lected lie. Not Proteus felf fuch different thapes And all your haughty flees neg [toaft, The ardent lover, and the fighing

can boast,

I'm a grave bishop, or a farkling
A downy peach, a tortoifein its fhell,
A fmiling infant, or a crocodile.
In other forms I chafe duil night a-
way,

fair, [care. Commit their warmeft wishes to my Secur'd by this converfe without reftraint, [aunt.

[day; He fears no father, the no maiden And proudly emulate the lamp of Not that my ftrength will for the But thefe are trifles light as air you'll task fuffice,

find,

Compar'd to benefits I yield mankind;
The strongest bond the ableft pen

can draw.

[plies,

But law and honour that defect fupBy thefe fupported, through the world I rove,

[in law, Protecting trade, and liberty, and Without my prefence would be void

love.

12. ENIGMA 461, by Mr. J. JACKSON, of Hutton-Rudby School.

I, fpectre like, haunt every fea and Or from the lunar orb have brought land, Have one limb only, yet of high I too have made them meet as things

the moon.

were viewd,

[longitude. And by that means found out the I oft have made the ft rs defcend fo [plainly fhew.

low,

command, [the floods Mountains I tumble down into the Or fwell the foaming billows, move the woods, [ground. Caftles or giants bring I to the Volcanos fink and rivers raife around. And when my partner does not skill- afraid,

ful prove,

That in what place I was, they'd Such feats I've done, nor am I c'er [made.

[round me move; To fhew all these, if I am juftly Or (in rude tempefts) wrecks a-Nay, ten times more you might to I've fhewn the way to thund'ring

13. ENIGMA 462, by Mr. J. STAFFORD, Writing-Mafter, Bingham.

I boast a birth, like Venus, from
the tide,
[Jefs wide:
And range at will o'er nature's bound
Not Iris bow more beaury can dif-
play,

Nor Flora, in the splendid month of
May,
[rich array.
Than I, when deck'd in all my

Soon as Aurora faintly gilds the easts
Or Sol begins his journey to the west,
Then I, delighted with the new-born
day,

[play;

Sport on the lawn, or o'er the rivers
Yet don't of rural life alone partake,
For I withCupid frequent vifits make:

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