in my lucubrations, and by the help of these arts of which I am master, as well as my skill in astrological speculations, I shall, as I see occasion, proceed to confute other dead men, who pretend to be in being, although they are actually deceased. I therefore give all men fair warning to mend their manners ; for I shall from time to time print bills of mortality; and I beg the pardon of all such who shall be named therein, if they who are good for nothing shall find themselves in the number of the deceased. ADVERTISEMENT. * A vindication of Isaac Bickerstaff, esq. against what is objected to him by Mr. Partridge in his almanac for the present year 1709.' By the said Isaac Bickerstaff, esq. London, printed in the year 1709 t. N.B. All that precedes the article in this paper, dated from White's Chocolate-house, was reprinted verbatim at the beginnings of Tat. Nos. 2 and 3. The four first numbers of the Tatler were given gratis. +++ An advertisement of the intended renewal of a yearly fox and hare-hunting, called Dalton-Rout, by the gentlemen of Lancaster, Cumberland, and Westmoreland, on the 25th of October 1703, to begin at Dalton, and to continue for ten days.—London Gazette, Aug. 30, 1703. THERE has lain all this evening on the table the following poem. The subject of it being matter very Reprinted, with Predictions, in Swift's works. * STEELE'S. useful for families, I thought it deserved to be considered, and made more public". The turn the poet gives it is very happy; but the foundation is from a real accident which happened among my acquaintance. A young gentleman of a great estate fell desperately in love with a great beauty of very high quality, but as ill-natured as long flattery and an habitual selfwill could make her. However, my young spark ventures upon her like a man of quality, without being acquainted with her, or having ever saluted her, until it was a crime to kiss any woman else. Beauty is a thing which palls with possession, and the charms of this lady soon wanted the support of good-humour and complacency of manners. Upon this, my spark flies to the bottle for relief from satiety. She disdains him for being tired with that for which all men envied him; and he never came home, but it was- Was there no sot that would stay longer? would any man living but you? did I leave all the world for this usage?' to which he Madam, split me, you are very impertinent!' In a word, this match was wedlock in its most terrible appearances. She, at last, weary of railing to no purpose, applies to a good uncle, who gives her a bottle he pretended he had bought of Mr. Partridge the conjuror. This, said he, I gave ten guineas for. The virtue of the enchanted liquor (said he that sold it) is such, that if the woman 6 u There is a story very like this in Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.' Archbishop Herring recommends this author to Mr. Duncombe, as one of the pleasantest, the most learned, and the most full of sterling sense. The wits (says he) of Queen Anne's reign and the beginning of George I. were not a little beholden to him. Letters by John Hughes, esq. and other eminent persons, vol. ii. p. 100. Anthony Wood gives an account of Mr. Robert Burton and his book, which corroborates the Archbishop's testimony; and he adds, 'that several authors have unmercifully stolen from his Anatomy of Melancholy, without any acknowledgment.' Wood's Ath. Oxon. i. 628. His life, and a scheme of his nativity, may be seen in Nichols's History of Leicestershire,' vol. iii. p. 418. you marry proves a scold, (which, it seems, my dear niece, is your misfortune, as it was your good mother's before you,) let her hold three spoonfuls in her mouth for a full half hour after you come home -But I find I am not in humour for telling a tale; and nothing in nature is so ungraceful as story-telling against the grain; therefore take it as the author has given it to you w. W THE MEDICINE. A TALE-FOR THE LADIES. MISS MOLLY, a fam'd toast, was fair and young, Had wealth and charms-but then she had a tongue! From morn to night th' eternal larum run, Which often lost those hearts her eyes had won. Sir John was smitten, and confess'd his flame, • And, what, sir John, you'll get your usual dose ! Oft as the watchful bell-man march'd his round, w These verses are by Mr. William Harrison, though it appears from the preface to Tat. vol. iv. that Steele, when that preface was written, did not know to whom he was indebted for them. They have been generally ascribed to Dr. Yalden; and were first restored to their proper author (on the authority of Dr. Wharton, who received his information from Dr. Young, the intimate friend of Harrison) in Nichols's Select Collection of Poems, 1781,' vol. vii, p. 234. By four the knight would get his business done, Hey! hoop! d'ye hear my damn'd obstrep'rous spouse, What, can't you find one bed about the house? Will that perpetual clack lie never still? That rival to the softness of a mill! Some couch and distant room must be my choice, With snarling meals, and each a sep❜rate bed. 'Cheer up,' cry'd he; and I'll remove the cause. If in his sullen airs sir John should come, Three spoonfuls take, hold in your mouth-then mum. Still in your mouth the healing cordial hold: A water-bottle's brought for her relief; Her busy thoughts are on the trial bent, The bonny knight reels home exceeding clear, Entering, he cries,- Hey! where's our thunder fled ! Madam, aside, an ample mouthful takes, Court'sies, looks kind, but not a word she speaks: Why, how now, Molly, what's the crotchet now?" Nay, kiss me, Molly,-for I'm much inclin'd.' 'Twas us'd and gone.-Then midnight storms arose, Why, niece,' says he,-' I pry'thee apprehend, ST. JAMES'S COFFEE-HOUSE, APRIL 13. LETTERS from Venice say, the disappointment of their expectation to see his Danish majesty has very much disquieted the court of Rome. Our last advices from Germany inform us, that the minister of |