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WE hereby beg Leave to acquaint the Curious, that we shall very shortly amuse the Town with a new Monthly Pamphlet, Entitled the *SNAIL*, which like the *Tatlers*, of the celebrated Mr. STEELE, sticking close to plain Sense, and age Morality, leave News and Politics to wiser Heads; the former being usually so Stuft with dull Repetitions, and tedious Lies, and the latter so perpetually cramm'd with falle Glosſes, Impertinence and Vanity, that they generally seem more tireſome then Entertaining to a judicious Reader; whereas the flow ſure *Snail*, pretends to nothing more than downright Honesty, juſtly endeav'ring to reform the growing Licentiouſneſs of a depraved Age, in as moded a Manner, as ſhall by correct Judges be thought proper to curb its reigning Vices.

Truth, Novelty, and Variety, being deſign'd our conſtant Topic's, from which as far as we are capable, we ſhall take all poffible Care never to recede, humbly prefuming that amongſt the Croud of vain, pert Scriblers, the worthleſs weak. Effay, of a meer Woman may probably ſucceed.

## PROPOSALS.

The above-nam'd Pamphlet, *viz.* the *Snail*, to be printed on a fair Letter, and good Paper as this Specimen, in a neat *Octavo*, to contain the Subſtance of four Half Sheet, Weekly Papers, in which it was at first proposed to be published. The ſaid Pamphlet to be published at Six-pence *per* Number, the first Number to be ready to be deliver'd to the Subscribers againſt Christmas next.

No Money to be taken till the Delivery of the first Number, for which Reaſon the Subscribers are deſired to ſend in their Names and Places of Abode as ſoon as poffible, to the Author in *Leicester-street*, as aforefaid.

N. B. Whoever subscribes for fix Books, to have a seventh gratis.

Pamphlets and Stationary &c. sold by the Author, who humbly hopes that those of her Subscribers who are not already engaged, will be so good as to be her Customers, whom all poffible Care shall be taken to oblige.

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SO in past Years, the rev'rend Druid fung
The Triumphs of the Fair, the Gay, the Young;
But with fad Truths, oft clos'd the sprightly Scene,
Truth will be heard maugre the Stateman's Spleen.
An ancient Tale I once could well recite,
Seems juftly to distinguish Wrong from Right;
In boldeft Truths the boldeft Facts relate,
Bespatt'ring nought of solemn Good or Great;
Truth still its Guardian Truth its fure Defence
Unprejudic'd receive it. This the Senfe.

In Days of Tore, when good Olympius fway'd,
Utopia's Realm, and all as one obey'd,
When honest Senators, unskill'd in Fraud;
By Love united, and by Virtue aw'd,
Unbrib'd, unbiafs'd by the factious Brood,
Who're rarely ftudious of the public Good;
Dauntlefs survey'd each giddy Change of Fate,
Steady, and undil'may'd, in every State.

NO artful Minion, then his Lord betray'd,
None taught his Nation's Foe how to invade,
Th' unbearded Soldier to Experience bow'd,
And Honour was the Idol of the Croud;
The worthy General bar'd each loyal Scar,
Nor was displac'd by any private Jar,
The aged Admiral was rever'd and hail'd,
And Albion's Flag o'er boafing World's prevail'd;
Elections then were uncorrupt, and juft,
When the ſtaunch Member ſtood the boldeſt Teſt,
Divided Parliaments, were Things unknown,
Thofe Hurricanes that shake the firmeſt Throne,
The purple Robe unſtain'd by ſecret Fee,
No Party Feuds dwindl'd to Anarchy;
Th' empower'd Noble never ſwerv'd from Right,
Warrior the reigning Prince or Anchorite;
No Regicide, determin'd Cæsar's Doom,
Lawſeſly Great, and dizzy with the Fume;
No dear bought Peace, inhumane Wars precede,
No dire Miftakes, make jarring Neighbours bleed.

Union

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Union the sacred Bond of Peace and Health,
Preferv'd the State, infur'd the Common-Wealth;
Whilft Foreign or inteftine Woes embroil,
The circling Climes, see bleft *Utopia's* Ifle,
Securely triumph, and ferenely ſmile.

WHEN lo! a Wolf like *Ignus-Fatus* hurl's,
Its baleful Rays, and round the Senate curls,
In varied Shapes the nothing glides along,
And artfully deludes the gazing Throng;
Triumphant lords o'er City, Town and Court,
And makes the dazl'd Cavalcade his Sport.
Th' infatuated Council hug the Snake,
Lethargy lull'd, nor ſcent the Grand Miftake
Till late, too late, they mourn their all at Stake:
The multiplying Wickedneſs grows Great,
Faitly y'clep'd the Atlas of the State...
From the deceitful Glare what Mifchiefs rife,
Dread of the Good, and Terror of the Wife,
War, Rapine, all devouring Discord rules,
And captivated Worth's, the Scorn of Fools.

HENCE every Claſs of Men, vain and unjuſt,
Grow by Degrees unfaithful to their Truſt;
Excife with rav'ning Talon gripps the whole,
And Tyrant like, uſurps and finks the Soul;
Declining Commerce weeps the Comets Power,
Wholeſe Wealths the Orphan's Food, the Widow's Dower,
Whilſt one and all regret the Honours paid.
To the vile profituted, empty Shade.

OBSERVE the ſubtle Reptile ſculking creep,
Pois'ning thoſe Monarchies he's lull'd to ſleep;
Mankind's ſell Bane, the glitt'ring Crocodile,
Meant for undoing, Murders with a Smile;
Thro' Bogs, thro' Fens, he drags th' unwary Slave,
Who in wild trackleſs Defarts meet a Grave.

ENSNARING all contends with the ſierce Ray,
That gleam's around the glorious God of Day;

Mean.

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Mean Glow-worm ceafe, the bafe, the fruitlefs aim,
Nor make the nervelefs Enterprize, thy shame,
See hypocritic Blaze, the Sun still glows;
And only fets to give himfelf repofe;
To dawn Majeftic, in ſuperior height,
To dart from Heavenly Orb's, Seraphic bright,
And ſtrike to Hell, th' infernal Mifts of Night.

THE Man of Worth, diſtinguifh'd from the Knave,
Is ſtill Couragious, Loyal, Wife and Brave,
The Man who greatly Juſt, and juſtly Great,
By glorious Actions, forms a glorious Fate;
The Man by Gods indulg'd, the Prop of Kings,
Whoſe foaring Fame, is born on Eagles Wings;
The unenvy'd Stateſman, who in every Sphere,
Belov'd by all's impartially ſevere.
The Man I ſing, blapheme who durſt my Lays,
Who merits endleſs univerſal Praife,
Enraptur'd, hail, the Hero's glad return,
Whoſe long lamented Abſence, Nations mourn;
STANHOPE the Good, the Gen'rous, and the Juſt,
Dear to his Prince, and faithful to his Truſt,
Of Friends, of Patriots, and of Men the beſt.

HUSHAI the Wife, whoſe Councils all approve,
Diſplay'd with Eloquence, enforc'd by Love,
Where filver Hairs, adorn an honest Face,
And ſage Threeſcore, ſmiles with Seraphic Grace,
Scourge of the *Sycophant*, no Party's Tool,
Dread of the deep mask'd ſubtile, artful ſool,
*Barzillai* like, kind, duteous, firmly good,
A ſecond *Raphael*, ſee him paſs the Flood,
His Sov'reign's guardian Angel, and defence,
Happy the Stateſman, but more bleſt the Prince.

THE Great Good Man, ſtruggling with Ails behold,
Who dauntleſs braves ſtern Gouts, and nipping Cold,
Expos'd to cruel Foes, on boif't'rous Seas,
Whilſt beardleſs Soldiers, loll at Home at Eafe;

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