The BRITISH Mufe, containing original Poems, Songs, &c. Gay, blufhing fweetness; lovely, fragrant thing; Thy rife, thy flourish, and thy fall, I fing. The vernal fun now, with a brighter ray, Shed o'er the plain a more refulgent day; The dropping clouds their grateful fhow'rs diftill'd; The genial zephyrs warm'd the happy field, Now up a gay veil of green, the spiky thorn. But ah! dear fhort-liv'd fubject of my verse, Why fade thy charms while I their fweets re Soon fhall old-age this healthful bloom destroy, And waste with rigid hand life's every joy; Youth's pleafing follies, love's' fweet cares be o'er, And the once-tuneful mufe infpire no more; Thou too, my Celia, dear, adored maid! When beauty's charms decay, as foon they And all its glory's humbled in the dust, ODE to MAY. Sung at Ranelagh., ODE to the ATHEIST. Expatiate long in nice debate, On chance, neceffity, and fate; Some vain hypothefis admit, The cleareft evidence conteft, So fhuts the moping bird of night Confult the blue expanfe on high, Queftion the gaudy flow'rs around, That fcent the air, or paint the ground, M A SOLILOQUY. Yfterious inmate of this breaft, With thee 1 claim celeftial birth, Now, in this fad and difmal hour Has any former thought the pow'r When all around thee cruel (nares And every harp reflection bears Can aught that paft in youth's fond reign Thy pleafing vein restore? Lives beauty's gay and feftive train In memory's foft ftore? Or does the mufe? 'Tis faid her art. Can fierceft pangs appease, Can fhe to thy poor trembling heart Yet he was wont at early dawn Nor was her friendly aid withdrawn, Friendship, 'tis true, its facred might O God! thy providence alone Thy arm, all-powerful to fave, And, from the horrors of the grave, New raise to life and joy. Fron From this, as from a copious fpring, Pure confolation flows; Makes the faint heart midst fufferings fing, And midft defpair repofe. Yet from its creature gracious Heav'n, Afks but, for life and safety given, An Ode to the Memory of Mifs B- Serius aut citius fedem properamus ad unam. S in OVID. Weeteft Melancholy, thou matron, fage And holy, admit me of thy penfive train, Who oft have liften'd to Thy ftrangely whifper'd ftrains; Or thou, mild Thompfen, Nature's meekeft child, Lead thy young vot'ry! or, fweeteft Shakefpear, Firft of Fancy's children, From thy fine, phrenfied lore, Teach me to breathe fome fadly foften'd note For gone is a fweet nymph From whence the youngest trav'ller ne'er return'd. O rude-handed Death! to crop fo fair a flow'ret Timclefs, juft when the spring Of life began to blow. So have I feen a lilly fair to-day Soft imiling; to-morrow with rude embrace Of ruffian mildew Her dainty form disdain'd. Or tell me, fweet wand'rer, did e'er thy foul That chafte refinement feel (but known to few!) No more the cherub beauty on thy brow. Shall meekly fit inthron'd, Nor roles paint thy cheek. And never now that converfe meek and mild, That foft endearing grace, which ev'ry paint eludes, Save the fine paint of thought, But in thy lowly bed for ever fleep Thofe comely merits, that op'ning to bloom Then light, O earth, lie on her maiden breast; Who crop Pleasure's bri'ry rofe, ye who fram'd in Nature's fineft mould, Of Pity, dove-ey'd maid, Pour the impaffion'd tear. O Life, wond'rous are: We come, we know not whence, We go, we know not whither. Φίλος. Having, in our Magazine for April, 1760, given an Account, with a Copper-plate, of Mr. Barnes's Method of Propagating by the Bud and Branch, we shall here also illuftrate, with a neatly engraved Copper-plate, his Experiments on the PROPAGA¬ TION of Trees by Parts of the Roots, which, we make no Doubt, will prove a Matter of good Entertainment to feveral of our Readers. FRO ROM the fuccefs of the method of propagation by fmall pieces of the branches of trees, it is natural to conceive, that fmaller or larger pieces of the roots will anfwer the purpofe; and reason is very fairly on the fide of the experiment. We fee that 100ts, wherever they reach the furface of the ground, shoot up into young trees; and we find, by manifold experience and obfervation, that the difference between roots and branches is little more in nature, than that the one are buried under ground, the other kept above it. This new method of propagation depends upon one principle, namely, that the rudiments of new plants are lodged in all parts of the old, and are ready to grow, from them to perfection, whenever they have proper advantages; therefore it should appear. to realon, that, if a piece of a root can be kept from decaying in the earth, it will produce one or more new plants. This I proposed to try by the following experiment: November 3, 1759, I raised carefully, by opening the ground, a large horizontal root of the willow-leaved buckthorn: I trimmed off all the fide fhoots; and, cutting the two ends fmooth, wiped them perfectly dry, and covered them with the dreffing, [of which the reader may fee the procefs in the above referred to Magazine, page 196] all over the raw parts; not only the two ends, but the feveral places alfo from whence I had cut the fide fhoots and large fibres. I opened a trench in a bed in the nursery, long enough to receive the whole piece, and laid it in horizontally, and covered it an inch deep with mould, not raifing a ridge over it, but keeping the place on a level with the rest of the bed. April 12, I examined this ground, and found |