1756. City and Merchants ADDRESSES. new charter, in which the appointing of a governor, and feveral other prerogatives were referved to the crown; only by way of favour the people of New-England were allowed to name their first governor, and for this high poft they named Sir William himfelf. Accordingly he arrived, May 14, 1692, A with the new charter for the Maffachufet Bay colony, including New Hampshire and the Main Provinces, and a commiffion for being their governor; for as to Connecticut and Rhode Island colonies, as their old charters had never been vacated, they were allowed to continue in the enjoyment of them, and confequently to chofe their own governors. Soon after B his arrival he marched himfelf against the Indians, built a ftrong fort of flone at Pemmiquid, hefides feveral other little forts, and pursued fuch vigorous meafures, that all the Eaftern Indians were obliged to fue for peace the very next fummer. especially as the French could not fupply them with a fufficient quantity of arms and ammunition, and a treaty was concluded, August 11, 1693, by which they renounced their alliance with the French, declared themfelves fubjects to the crown of England, and confirmed the title of the English to the lands they had poffeffed. [To be continued in our next.] The Address of the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, You D 187 "I thank you for this very loyal and dutiful addrefs. I have the firmeft alliance on the affectionate affurance you give me, of exerting yourselves to the utmost in support of my government; and the city of London may always depend upon my favour, countenance, and protection; and my conftant care to defend the rights and poffeffions of my crown, and promote the trade and commerce of this kingdom." To the addrefs of the merchants of London (in which they affured his majefty, that they will most heartily and zealously exert themfelves, in every inftance, for the fupport of the publick credit of this kingdom; and that no hazard or expence shall deter them from chearfully contributing to enable his majefty to maintain the juft caufe in which he is engaged, and to repel the most daring attempts of his enemies) his majefty was pleafed to return this moft gracious answer. "I thank you for this affectionate and feafonable addrefs. It is a great fatisfaction to me, that the meafures, which I have taken, for the fecurity of the rights and poffeffions of my crown, and for the fupport of the trade and commerce of my kingdoms, are fo agreeable to my trading fubjects; and they may always depend upon my countenance and protection. The publick credit is an object which I have extremely at heart; and nothing can be more acceptable to me, than the zeal you exprefs for the fupport of it." BILLS of Mortality from Feb. 24. to Christened Died under 2 OUR majefty having been graciously pleafed to acquaint your two houses of parliament, that a defign hath been formed by the French court to make an hoftile invafion upon Great Britain or Ireland; we, your majefty's most dutiful E Buried and loyal fubje&s the lord mayor, aldermen, and commons of the city of London, in common council affembled, beg leave to exprefs our abhorrence of fo unjust and defperate an enterprize, projected in revenge for your royal and gracious protection of the trade and commerce of your people, and the neceffary defence of the undoubted rights and poffeffions of your crown. Males 6461226 Females 5805 Males Females 8431621 Years old Between 2 and 5 10 and 20 30 and 40 147 F 50 and 60 40 and 50 151 153 With gratitude and unfeigned loyalty, we most humbly affure your majesty, that the citizens of your faithful city, united in dury and affeetion to your facred perfon and government, will exert their utmoft power, and hazard their lives and fortunes, to fupport and defend your ma- G jefty, and the proteftant fucceffion in your royal family; not doubting, but by the zeal and loyalty of your majefty's fubjects, conducted by your known wifdom and courage, with the afforance of the Divine Providence, you will be able to defeat all the defigns of your enemies. trofe his msiel v was pleated Buried In Middlefex and Surrey 732 City and Sub, of Weft. 368 188 A NEW SONG. Sung by Mr. BEARD in the FAIR QUAKER of DEAL. April How 'ittle do the landmen know, Of what we failors feel, When waves do mount, and winds do blow, But we have hearts of Poetical ESSAYS in APRIL, 1756, 189 and fecond couple right hands across round, left hands back again, lead down, Poetical ESSAYS in APRIL, 1756. brefent State of AMERICA, and General BRADDOCK's Defeat. more I'll paint in foft defcriptive ty mountain, or the funny plain; Mufe, ftrike the lyre, direct the pensive lay, But future cypress fadden all the place, And the brown forest shed a deeper gloom: There Albion's fons, to early valour led, Unfkill'd in bafe Canadia's coward arts, In vain refentment aim'd th' uncertain blow, See! Halket falls, for gentlest manners known, The filial virtue dropt the tender tear; While fcenes of woe in various forms furprize, Of ruthlefs favages, the deftin'd prey; to bear, 190 Poetical ESSAYS in APRIL, 17:6. Ye crouded walls, whofe well enlighten'd With lovers fighs, and proteftations found; home. Bleft be that focial pow'r, the first who The erring footman with th' unerring card : 'Twas Venus fure; for by their faithful aid," The whifp'ring lover meets the blushing maid: From folitude they give the chearful call To the choice fupper, or the fprightly ball: Speed the foft fummons of the gay and fair, From difiant Bloomsbury to Grosvenor'sSquare ; And bring the colonel to the tender hour, From the Parade, the Senate, or the Tower. Yerecords, patents of our worth and pride! Our daily lesson, and our nightly guide, Where'er ye ftand difpos'd in proud array, The vapours vanith, and the heart is gay; But when no cards the chimney-glafs adorn, The difmal void with heart-felt shame we mourn; Confcious neglect infpires a fullen gloom, And brooding fadness fills the flighted room. If but fome happier female's card I've feen, I fwell with rage, and ficken with the spleen; While artful pride conceals the bursting tear, With fome forc'd banter, or affected fneer: But now grown defp'rate, and beyond all hope, I curfe the ball, the d-fs, and the pope. And as the loads of borrow'd plate go by, Tax it! ye greedy minifters, I cry. How fhall I feel when Sol refigns his light, And if the ever feels a vap'rish qualm, Drop of Honey, or fome holy balm, Grace fhines around her with fercneft beams. And whilp'ring White-d prompts her golden dreams. [vain, And now convinc'd all human pow'rs are Alike the Irish and the British swain ; An heav'nly spouse alone he deigns t' approve, And melts in vifions of eternal love. Far other dreams my fenfual foul employ, While confcious nature taftes unholy joy: Fview the traces of experienc'd charms, And clafp the regimentals in my arms. To dream last night I clos'd my blubber'd eyes; Ye foft illufions, dear deceits arife: Alas! no-more; methinks I wand'ring go, To diftant quarters 'mida the Highland foow: To the dark inn where never wax-light burns, Where in smok'd tap'ftry faded Dido mourns ; To fome affembly in a country town, And meet the colonel-in a parfon's gownfart-I fhriek O! could I on my waking brain impose, Or but forget at least my prefent woes! Forget 'em-how!each rattling coach fuggefts The loath'd ideas of the crowding guests. Ev'n modern novels lend their aid in vain. How shall I wafte this time which flowly flies! How lull to flumber my reluctant eyes! This night the happy and th' unhappy keep Vigils alike,-N * * has murder'd sleep. To Mifs MOORE, of Angmering, in Suffex. OF FT has the artlefs Mule effay'd In rough unpolish'd lays. Afk not the Delian lyre; (So when we gaze on Cynthia's light, But can the Mufe on pinions foar, Yet who can view the unftrung lyre, The title of a book of Modern Devotion. And Poetical Essays in APRIL, 1756. And may this faithful verfe impart (Sincere, tho' weak the lay) On Mifs PEGGY B-T Y, of Kirkandrews Ye gods and yet her face I find, The dear, delicious draught the fips, On fam'd Parnaffus' top muft dream, To fail that worth, that knows no bound: M. K. Oxon. On SYLVIA'S BIRTH-DAY. Hon which the fairest nymph was born, Dear object of my love: Let nature's felf be blithe and gay, To warble thro' the grove. Let Sylvia's praise to day be fung: And fwell her rifing fame. Of Sylvia's charms, let others write, DAMON. |