The Virginia gazette — Williamsburg, Va., 1773-03-04 00:00:00, page 2

almost , nihilnted our spirits. It is the Brenfhing of
the fact , which otherwise would be iHficd with cnn
tinual business; yet our recrealions should be as :.x filc,
10 smooth and cleanisic the spirit, and :).szpt it. m its
proper snnctions, and we may trcspzlffs in them, if
using such as are snrbiddcn by the huvycr, us si-p-zsinst
the llalutes; by the phyficinn, :lS against hunhh; but
especially by the dinner, ac :lgtlinst conscience.
Milk is the period of:!" the motions of our soul ;
and as love is the beginning thereof. plczlsurc is the
end; True delight is never more pleasing them when
insiexcrsmes; the greater it is the more it doth ruviih
us, and, being agreeable to our nature, it n3'.',11'1n'.1.ch
us more happy than when it most :xbund-simciy com
municates itself.
The pleasures of this World have in them a double
vanity; they are trzssfiisitorctv, they are unsiatissaftory;
ac they cann give me truc content whilst ( possess
them, beca'u e 'Lhcy are not-satisfasisstory, so let them
not create in me any discontent when I must leave
them, because they are but transitnry.
14 top} of VERSES in ,ssmzsct os WINTER.
Mtffer compare voi w" ricordate, &c.
Guoumo Rvscuu.
ANDANTE-BRIOSO.
COBTR ADE, last winter, you remember well,
J Beside the fire, you did assume to tell
The charms ns summer: Comrade, what :: theme !
When I perceiv'd your mnggot in that cream,
I se]; such p/rafiu't (Henv'n the bliss repay)
E'en such as sin cook wenches feel, when they '
(Preparin'v for keen Burgeffes a treat)
—Makc luscnous sauce, and half of their own sweat.
But what of their: ? Not sud) had Doctor Brown,
When sudden his buffet came jangling down,
_ And cau ht beneath—no purrrilge, but—his boy:
The gla s and china capcting round for joy.
' Now Plato says, that, view the solal; round,
No flason like the winter can be found :
Wherefore indulgent lend youk car to lays
That zim to sing its excellence and praise,
'And while the cold they consecrate to same, .'
'To load ba! weather with reproach and blame.
' ' The winter's merits far exceed my vein
(For they wou'd Maro's tuncful talents strain)
Yet,)! I may, permit me to make bold;
. All !- warm me, Phsxbus, tho' the theme be cold.
ffl say that winter, as a season choice,
Skill ever at election have my voice:
All! (when the Speaker, by some phensant thrown,
Shall lie contented where he tumblcs down,
No fflcfid his shoulder and his hip to chase,
' ]Jss 94, in Henv'n when he shall nectzuss qu'ass)
I hete protest (whoe'er against declare)
si si H! shou'd be led with honour to the chair.
That chair, round which each Afiglo Saxon dreads
To see yon old field gang of * frozen-heads,
Which late, whatever wisdom cpu'd propose,
Were sure to blight and overwhelm with noes.
() mious winter, season of delight,
Him some, genteel, jocose, and lovely quite,
How temp'rate is your air, ferenc, refin d !
' Bud summer, dusty flattern, seems design'd
For nothing better than, with aching head,
To throw good christians sprawling on a bed.
The summer puts us in :: gasp, and Death,
In ambuscade, snatches at ev'ry breath; '
From morn to night, from night till morn, she glows,
No glasshouse hotter, yielding no repose;
A perfect nnisance,- which, to abate aright,
jack Bollinffi only has attain'd the slight.
In'vain she opes to see l'il lungs oppress'd;
For when he's tir'd of blowing forth he!] rest.
Resrcsh'd, in halfan hour, he buckles to,
And snorcs, as if t'evince what he can do.
Live long, dear brother, and her ills elude,
While owe must pantzsi or do the maggots good.
O winter, supcr-excellent; divine, ct
Season for Lords, andctthose of Royal line,
We bow before you, Eas'ner of good chear,
Blythe friend to Venus, we your worth revere. ss
Comrade, God's curse! reflect, when Winter bites,
How strong our pow'rs, how keen our appetites.
Myriads of hecatombs before them full,
In ?vain swine, muttons, beeves, for mercy call.
The stag resigns his haunchcs, and shclldrakes
Beshrew the day they left the western lzxkcs.
Rcflect on that, and the sweet consequence,
)ssou'll own that to persist werc want of sense.
O what ragnuts thc Ladies then prepare,
And, with them, with what extasy we share !
To see their pleasure we the greater see],
And ev'ry moment yields cncrease of zeal.
But the desert ! it puts a man in flzcmcs,
And ticklcs to the soul the lovely dumcs.
See the sct-tir gluttons, how they teat-bits chuse;
Be curs'd the wretches who to give refuse!
'Tis well their shine are of relcnting stuff,
Or they wou'd burst before they cry'd enough.
-- * Frozen head qum afimmu o/(lfir/(l c'c/t, lml fu-n:
never elect'lt'rl (: Burgts} .- He bent th' CZ-inkastin fllzli'tss
and fwa! af/Tr-wise :! [wyfe office}: merit, t/mt it i;
nzuazi/sixct she 'was newr made a legistu/or.
—
The chrmous race, endearing sex, bestow'd,
For man ungrntesul, to bear many a load !
XVho g.:ins-ny tl—i: :u-c fruntic lmaintain;
They may be mischicv us, betimes cnchain:
And, when the bett'ring house is done, be sure,
Give such its maidenhead, and lock securc.
O season sacred, glorious, rich, and mild,
In which : Virgin wise produc'd a child!
Thou art perfection, winter, to the: brim,
And I, poor ], can but the sursace skim !
But why comcmn myself? By jove, I dare
Those sons of Helicon to treat the assair.
Burke, chitt, chley. Gwatkin, in extreme
Tho' they have wit, 'tis far below the theme.
Camm (give you joy, but compliment apart)
Couldst thou thy courser like 'si Arlante start;
Asccnd the mount osbrunz'J worth, and drop
A sprig of bays, trilunplmnt, on its top;
Cou'd thy bold hippo-grisson's vig'rous flight
Sustain his ridcr to that daunting height?
By Berkeley's (love, I do believe, he'd halk,
Tho' without yonr's or the good courscr's fault;
For mortal efforts are to limits stzly'd;
Decembcr's glories all extant pcrvzldc.
But honest urdour (conscious as I am,
That my poor Rozinzmtc's blind and lame,
And that my bustard mu/Z', whom in the cree
He shu'sinbsing threw, took cold, and scarce can speak)
Impcls me on :! feeble note to rnisc,
O cloud compellcr, in your szu'rcd praise.
Vv'ou'd those bright spirits venture, fw/w denics
But they wend compass more, and higher rise?
Their lively clarions wou'd qhnrm nations round:
NVhat then? Some hear the flutc's minuter sound.
Enough for me, if this inferior song
Succeed so far as not the theme to wrong.
O Winter, please your srostiness, b:siow
On all things, but my verse, propitious show,
To all things else propitious, but to verse,
That bane precise, than which exists no worse.
WVinter (but stop a little, if you please,
Till I one tear on such sad numbers squeezc;
Vv'hiteficld erst on our sins assum'd to cry:
He try'd; the good man consi'd not; ah ! nor [.
Then take the Will, dear winter, for the deed,
As we [: pauvre tnrtqflsse'n ] proceed)
You are, in truth, a Paradise, the while
You condescend upon mankind to smile.
Summcr's a tyrant, and a Hell on 'eurth,
A monsicr which gives ev'ry monster birth.
No rolluvss flies, wasps, horncts, buzz about,
No candle bngs, or gnats, your eyes put out,
Nor dirc-xposchettos, while December reigns,
lVHlKC, or your nen Ol rent, a bed or pains.
Such is the naked truth: I scorn :! lie,
Which he scorns not who ventures to deny.
Howsay you, commde, that ] l'aste my flight,
And, consciwu of the on:)- ground, tread ltsig/Jt?
That into merit I pressum: t'exa/t
What is the fuiinttr': ver} 'wotst a'zjfimll ?
find num'razu other.: leave a! peace behind,
As tho' sweet winter had defccts to blind?
Why take me up so short? Allow me room,
And ev'ry thing shall, in succession, come.
One tongue my mouth, one pen my fingers hold,
They one thing first, and then the next unfold.
If they're too tedious son-your zeal, why go
And talk with Cerb'rus in the realms below.
If he be wanting, summon to his aid
O.!r late Lord's turtle with'the double head.
You wou'd suggest (for that, as I suppose,
Is what you mean) that winter has its shows.
If e'er. as it may please, the Olympiun God,
Fierce ]ightning hiss, and thundcrclnps cxplocle;
(Tho' that be rarely, while m'oit dismal dins
\Ve kssldom miss, when thbus leaves the twins)
Is e'er it rain, or hail, or snow, or worse,
Invoke thc muse, and meditate your verse;
Or in some comsortahle, snug retreat,
Blair, ]ohnson, Nich'lus, \Vythe, 'I'nzewell meet,
And on deep subjects, worthy such a train,
Regalc your reason, and rcgale again:
To that with prudence join the social glass,
So the sweet days ofwinter time may pass,
Bestowi'ng, in despite of cuncer's rage,
Whate'er enjoyments can attach the sage.
The winter season, always guily dress'd,
Lookcts like the King, or Prince os VValcs at lacst.
For him each bosom feels affection glow,
But for foul summer's nakedness, not so:
For (except whcezing zlge's prating shns,
A:-tenor's grave and sage Ucalegons)
[Vl'a Icve the naked summer but dark knaves,
Or hate thc winter but woolpatcd flctsswes:
Wretches so low that, when they think amiss,
E'cn ridicule has not the heart to hiss.
The Cods invented those semestrizm hears,
] do believe, to punish man's viie feats;
For Milton says when Satan did rebel,
To mast the hero, Heuv'n crcatcd Hell.
Others assure that when poor mnrtnis die,
"' Atlun'ss, t/zc Chiron as Ruggicro. See Ariolto's
Orlendo Furiosoz [! i! translated, or trahjslzrli/{gs, [fy
Hoa/e, szul-o [un a/rz'adv lranct/lused Tnffs/ um! [Welq/lssfsio :
all fzusf-ic/z ] great]; recznn/tsi'i/(l !ss/ 1/:e Ltssldit'.s. ll'a /.{/Z
particularly.
They certain man:, some say longer, Try
(Confirm their notions. jove, whoso believe,
According to their saith, may they receive.
Now I declnrc—thn' 'twcre to obtain the grace,
That churms lhc girls, in Sawny Donzdd's face—
] do clcclzlrc—thn' to possess :! hoard,
Like Cnrhin's, and to sway the Cnuncil "hard:
Nay, to become my Lord, and set my hand
To all the laws and patents of the hind:
] u'nu'd not, fu'ilffiaut rcflile—mb m:' righ—
Subznit my person to the Dngshlr's spite.
W'e always find beneath the Dngstur's glow
Our limbs in langnur, and our spirits low.
The heart on every _]ittlc motion thvsiunps,
The neck and bosom crimshn n'cr with humps,
For weeks together, wcsiingjn thcir sczuctc,
And is ynu scratch you aggravate disease.
Upon mc ruther let the murrzlin fall,
Or suirly hake me, and cposhm call.
But you reply in green that summer clads
Waller's fair grove, and Brandon's lovely glades,
And that mild chhyr, to regalc each nose,
Spoils Allcn's vi'let, and Champion's rose:
I answer, clothe the soresthow she will,
.:xm-i si-sisi
Thro' all our clothes [he makes us sweat dish];
And that the fragrance zephyr Rings about
From toes and armpits is immensely stout.
Approach, Hircinnz—Foh !-—the silthy pufl'!
In pity, Skelmn, haste;—a pinch of snuff!
In short, 'tis folly winter to dispraise,
But he's stark mad who loves the snlur rays.
S:1w,you not, comrade, that Campeche man,
Upon his chaps what Tuscdrora ran?
Whence ll-at ? Because he lov'd his shade to view,
Phuzbus, in re'compence, hestow'd that hue.
And who the Deuce to Phoebus will pa: court,
To turn, in recompense, Mulntto for'c?
'Tis his old trick to smut his friends, you know,
To mourn his cuckoldom, he black'd the crow.
Now lock at six-acc, sctall—ifair us wax !
They go to bed as soon as day-light cracks:
The night they wisely pass at box and dice,
And yet' some sools Wlll call their prudence vice!
Beside, warm suinmers encrvate the mind,
Behold East Indians timorous as the hind.
How fleet the dastards scamper'd for their lives
Soon as they saw one northern hand of Ch'vcs?
Here too, where winter draws each fibre tight,
Are some who lov'd a combat more than flight.
Merccr, M*Nci], Gist, " Fairfax, Washington,
Lcwis and Stevens hzwe beheld such sun,
That, tho' I wish I had beheld it too,
l'd not run in a circumstance to view,
T' obtain from Heav'n to follow frost and snow
To Novu Zcmbla; tho' I love them so.
W'inter's a royal, an impcrial time,
And worthy of a stile the most sublime.
ror (hende that, w1th oysters it agrees)
'Tis free from, what I [oath, ticks, chinches. flezs.
Alas ! that mighty man, creation's lord,
To such vile infects shou'd repast afford !
And shall I not ]uly in horror hold?
Shall I not prize December more than gold? ,.
That month snlubrious like to which were all,
Bland and Siqueyra wou'd the hangrnan call?
Ah ! why did not kindctfate ordain me birth
In some cold corner of Novanglian earth,
Nor thus impel, while solar ardours teazcw
Almost to wish myself in Hell for ease?
I know that winter's virtues crond as thick
As siddlers on the shore of Matsapreak.
I see, selecting here and there a few,
I greater prejudice than service do:
Wherefore I shall but add, and then have done,
Respec'ted friend, that you'rc a simplcton,
'Twecn gentle Chrishnns and hot Whitsuntide,
With such void of diseernment to decide
'Wou'd Heav'n conccde, as erst jack Falstass laid,
A rank buck-baflzet shou'd become your bed,
That there (compress'd like him, and in his fright)
You shou'd your perfumcs to your bcds unite—
Sweet lnmmns all :1-blaze; ah then, dear friend,
You'd learn what to disparage, what commend.
"? William Hour)" Fais/sz, a) out}: osgreat mzd ml
7.s/irzz.si'-/e qzmlilifl, died of act swouud received al ssisanl
morcmi. _
WILLIAMSB URC, lllarcsslv4.
This day the General Assembly met at the Cap'xtol,
when his Excellency the Covernor was pleased 10
open the Sessxon with the sollowing S P E E C H :
(Ie'ilt/L'l/lun of l/"e' Co/chil, ]Wr. Sptubsir, am! (send:
71/2/1 as the Holy]? as ]}urg/ssh,
T was far from my intention, when we parted last,
to have put you to the expence and trouble us
meetsiing again here so soon; but I am Pcrshnded you
will see the necessity of it when I inform you that
all the emiflions of your paper currency, now in cir
culurion, arc forged, and that in so nmllcrly a mzm
ner that it is almost impossible for those the most
knowing in these matters t_o distinguish the good from
she had. Seeing the credlt of the country so deeply
affected by it, ] thought it my duty to nllemhlssynu
immediately, that you might p'sinsisnc isinch xnenlures
as you shall think proper to restore ussr, li poshhle, to
its former crcdit. And I do most hnccrcly cougl'a