When we reflect upon his goodness of heart, his benevolence, his courage, and the many good qualities which diftinguifhed him in former days, who but must figh to behold his prefent depreffed, debilitated, and humiliating fituation? Who would not exult in being the means of restoring him to his priftine health and vigour ?

Yes, my dear friend, let us not defpair. It may be done; but it cannot be done without an entire change of fyftem. Those who have deluded him, muft. be removed; all veftiges even of their prescriptions must be deftroyed. The gag must be taken from his mouth, and the film removed from his eye. He will then look back with contempt on those who have deceived him, and forward with pleasure to the happy days, when, furrounded by friends only, he may enjoy long and happy life, refpected by, and refpecting his neighbour as himself. I am, dear Sir, yours,

GALENICUS.

Warwick Lane, Aug. 6, 1796. . P. S. Should any favourable change take place, you' may depend upon hearing from me. There is a vague report, that fome one has prefcribed Spanish flies to re-. move the lethargy. I queftion whether he has ftrength for it. I am averfe to more outward applications.

SIR,

NEW LOGIC.

[From the S:. James's Chronicle]

DID you ever, Mr. Baldwin, meet with a man whofe brains are in his pocket, whofe logic is a bottle, and all whofe decifions are wagers? If you have, you will have fome idea of a very worthy gentleman who difturbs the peace of our little evening club, by giving no anfwer that has not a bet at the tail of it. If you fay, we have had good news from abroad, he lays a bottle that the news are bad.—If you hint that they are bad, he offers a bottle that they

are

are good. In this way he goes about the room for hours together, chinking his arguments in his pocket, and referring every question of politics, law, or trade, to the unanswerable decifion of two and fixpence. No man can open his mouth without rifking a bottle with this wager-hunter. If you even drink his health, he'll. lay you a bottle that he is the healthiest man in the room : if you ftir the fire, he bets a bottle that you will put it out. Nay, it was but lately, that, on going away, I bid him good night, and he offered to lay a bottle that it was morning. Another time, when I helped him on with his great coat, he laid me a bottle that I could not tell who made it.

There is no contending, you perceive, with fuch a logician as this; and our club have had several meetings to confider what is to be done. We are a plain, fober, orderly kind of people, who meet to difcufs the bufinefs of the day in a cool, argumentative way; but it is very hard, Sir, that a man cannot rifk an opinion for less than half a crown. It has been fuggefted by a very fagacious member, who fees much further through a mill-ftone than most of us, that this two and fixpenny reafoner, this filver-tongued orator, is under articles with the landlord for the more fpeedy confumption of his port wine, and that he has ten per cent. on every decifion which he pours down our throats. But this probably is feandal-O! here he comes and quite in character-for he propofes a bottle that he knows what I have been writing-and fo he may, if you pleafe. I am, Sir, yours,

No WAGER-MONGER.

CANTATА.

BY PETER PINDAR, ESQ.

RECITATIVE.

LOI who erft a MIGHTY MONARCH'S RAGE
Made the bold fubject of heroic page;

Difclos'd the fecrets of the Royal House,
And fang the GUILLOTINISM of a loufe ;

06

Taught

Taught greafy cooks and fcullions how to moan,
And gave to porters language not their own;
Now meek as lamb in humbler measures creeps
And fing the virtues of a flock of fheep!

AIR.

Adieu! ev'ry fheep that I've got!
Ye playful and innocent lambs!
Ye ewes, the fupport of my flock!
Ye fober and reverend rams!
No more to my arms fhall ye run,
As together we frisk it and play,
In the fummer to feed you with grafs,
In the winter to feed you with hay.
Í shall lead you no more to the fold,
No more fhall I bring you together,
No more to a fweet little ewe

Shall I couple a merry bell-wether *.
Lack-a-day! how I'm alter'd of late,
As, I fear, by my vifage appears,
Ah! I am not the fame as I was t
For I'm older by fixty good years!
Oh! lift to this maxim, my friends,
Which at once is both novel and true,
"Ye too must refign your sweet breath,"
For who his past years can renew?
What thanks to your love do I owe!
In the funfhine, whenever I fleep,
Repofing my limbs on the ground,
How Tweet to be guarded-by fheep.
Let me copy your virtues fo rare,
Then receive my last thanks and laft figh!
Your fimplicity taught me to live,

Let your INNOCENCE teach me to die!

* I am well aware of the objection the critics may make to my coupling a ewe to a bell-wether; but I fhall beg leave to refer them to Shakspeare's As You Like it, A& III. Scene 2. an authority, leconceive, fully fufficient to answer any objection they may think proper to bring against me.

+Non fum qualis eram.

Then

SIR,

Then no more fhall my mortified spirit
Ufe any unfortunate imp ill;

But all, whilft they envy, fhall own
THE VIRTUES of PETER the fimple.

A RUINED NATION.

[From the St. James's Chronicle.]

IT is the peculiar advantage of your paper, and what I have ever valued it for, that in the moft confused of times, you give us a little of fomething to amuse us. I am fure, if it were not for this, a man would lofe his fenfes amidst the din of Parliamentary Debates, Common Halls, Palace Yards, and Copenhagen Houses. One can fcarcely eat a morfel, or drink a drop, that does not fmell of politics; which we old fellows, Sir, paft the hey-day of life, cannot relish as we used to do. Alas! Sir, the time has been, when I could-but no matter-for, as my friend John Wilkes fays, "Every dog has his day."

To be fure, now and then one can't help talking a little in the old way about the ruin of the nation, and fuch like fubjects, as ferved to amufe us in our youth. I have lived, Sir, to fee this country ruined more than half a dozen times. I remember we were ruined in 1756, when we went to war with France. Well, Sir, when we got out of that war in 1763, I thought all was fafe; but it fo happened that we made a peace which ruined the nation again. Then, Sir, came the glorious days of Wilkes and liberty. It would do your heart good, to think how we were ruined then. When the Tea-act paffed, which threw America into a flame, we were completely ruined again, and, I do not know how it happened, but the fact is, when that act was repealed, fome very fenfible people faid we were quite ruined. However, we made a fhift to hobble on pretty well till the year 1775, and then we went to war with America; from which time, all wife and

long

long-headed politicians faid this country might date its ruin. Away we went, however, and ruined ourselves into a peace, and were told that the "fun of Great Britain was fet for ever." Scarcely had this ruin been out of our mouths (and I don't think it was any where elfe), when the Coalition ruined us again-but Mr. Pitt came into power, and during his time the account current runs thus

Bills to punish Treafon and Sedition Ruined.

I am, Mr. Baldwin, yours,

OLD STYLE.

"I

CREEDS TO CHOOSE.

First, or Tory Creed.

BELIEVE in the infallibility of all crowned beads.

"I believe in the infallibility of the Minifter for the time being..

"I believe in William Pitt as the maker of all good

men.

"I believe in the perfection and inviolability of the English conftitution, as now administered; and I think it a damnable herefy to believe that it can be amended..

"I believe in the charity, religion, and virtues of the church, as established by law.

"I believe in the holiness of all Bishops-in the neceffity of pluralities-in the advantages of tithes--and in all good things dependant upon high church government.

"I believe in the falvation of Teft Acts.

"I believe in the virtue of corruption, without which there can be no regeneration.

"I believe