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ANNUAL REGISTER

FOR LIFE.  From the Greek of METRODORUS.

MANKIND may walk, unvex'd by strife,
Thro' every road of human life.
Fair Wisdom regulates the bar,
And peace concludes the wordy war.
At home auspicious mortals find
Serene tranquility of mind.
All-beauteous Nature decks the plain,
And merchants plough for gold the main.
Respect arises from our store;
Security, from being poor.
More joys the bands of Hymen give;
Th' unmarried with more freedom live.
If parents, our blest lot we own;
Childless, we have no cause to moan.
Firm Vigour crowns our youthful stage;
And venerable hairs, old age.
Since all is good, then who would cry,
"I'd never live, or quickly die?"

The MISER and the MOUSE. An Epigram from the Greek.

TO a Mouse says a Miser, "My dear little mouse,
Pray what may you please for to want in my house?"
Says the Mouse, "Mr. Miser, pray keep yourself quiet,
You are safe in your person, your purse, and your diet:
A lodging I want, which ev'n you may afford,
But none would come here to beg, borrow, or board."

IMPROMPTU, by Mr. HORACE WALPOLE, on seeing the Dutchess of Queensbury walk at the Princess Dowager of Wales's Funeral.

TO many a Kitty Love his car
Would for a Day engage;
But Prior's Kitty, ever fair,
Obtain'd it for an Age.

An EPITAPH on the Monument of the late Worthy and Reverend Mr. BEIGHTON, of Egham, who was Vicar of that Place forty-five Years.

NEAR half an age, with every good man's praise,
Among his flock the shepherd pass'd his days;
The friend, the comfort, of the sick and poor,
Want never knock'd unheeded at his door;

Oft

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For the YEAR 1772. 

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Oft when his duty call'd, disease and pain
Strove to confine him, but they strove in vain;
All moan his death, his virtues long they try'd,
They knew not how they lov'd him till he dy'd;
Peculiar blessings did his life attend,
He had no foe, and CAMDEN was his friend.
D. GARRICK.

EPITAPH, in Patricksbourn Church-yard, Kent, on Mrs. Mary Taylor, Daughter of John Taylor, Esq; of Bisrone.  She died March 1771, aged 91 Years.  By Lady YOUNG.

BENEATH this marble rests the mortal part
Of her who once delighted every heart;
How good she was, and what her virtues were,
Her guardian angel can alone declare.
The friend, that now this little tribute pays,
Too exquisitely feels to speak her praise.
Yet, wouldst thou know the pious life she spent,
How many from her hands receiv'd content,
How many breasts that poverty had chill'd,
Her charity, with peace, with rapture, fill'd,
The village nigh shall gratify thy ears,
And tell thee, some with words, but most with tears.

INSCRIPTION upon the Monument of Mrs. PRITCHARD, which was lately put up, at the East end of Westminster-Abbey, next to Shakespeare, and opposite to Handel's Monument.

THIS Tablet is here placed by a voluntary subscription of those who admired and esteemed her. She retired from the stage, of which she had long been the ornament, in the month of April, 1768, and died at Bath in the month of August following, in the 57th year of her age.

HER comic vein had ev'ry charm to please,
'Twas Nature's dictates breath'd with Nature's ease.
E'en when her powers sustain'd the tragic load,
Full, clear, and just, the harmonious accents flow'd.
And the big passions of her feeling hear
Burst freely forth, and sham'd the mimic art.
Oft, on the scene, with colours not her own,
She painted Vice, and taught us what to shun.
One virtuous track her real life pursu'd;
That nobler part was uniformly good.

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