But CELIA, with charms surrounded,
Came tripping it o'er the plain.
The Shepherd afresh was wounded;
And all undone again.

He called her, his Goddess! She called him, an ass!

I plied him again with a cherishing Glass.

He laughed at her scorn, and her power he defied; And vowed his dear Bottle should alone be his Bride!

THE EARLIEST TEXTS OF THE NATIONAL ANTHEM.

I. In a folio Volume of engraved Songs called Harmonica Anglicana, without date, but published before November 1742; and afterwards increased to two folio Volumes, and published, also without date, but about 1745, under the title of Thesaurus Musicus.

A LOYAL SONG,

SUNG AT THE THEATRES ROYAL

FOR TWO VOICES.

GOD save great GEORGE our King!
Long live our noble King!

GOD save the King!

Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us,
GOD save the King!

O, LORD, our GOD, arise!
Scatter our enemies;

And make them fall!

Confound their politics!

Frustrate their knavish tricks!
On Thee our hopes we fix!

GOD save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store,
On GEORGE, be pleased to pour!
Long may he reign!

May he defend our laws;

And ever give us cause

With heart and voice to sing,
GOD save the King!

II. The above Anthem was reprinted in the Gentleman's Magazine for October 1745, in the Contents Page of which, it is described as :

GOD save our Lord the King.

A NEW SONG, SET FOR TWO VOICES.

Which wording also occurs in the Contents Page of the Thesaurus Musicus above mentioned.

III. In November 1745, when the Young Pretender was marching into England, the Anthem appeared in an engraved musical Half Sheet, with the following additional stanza :—

O, grant that Marshal WADE

May, by Thy mighty aid,

Victory bring!

May he sedition hush;
And like a torrent rush
Rebellious Scots to crush!
GOD save the King!

MRS. STUART'S RETIREMENT.

FROM the Court, to the Cottage convey me away! For I'm weary of grandeur, and what they call 'gay'; Where Pride without measure,

And Pomp without pleasure,

Make life, in a circle of hurry, decay.

Far remote and retired from the noise of the Town; I'll exchange my brocade for a plain russet gown! My friends shall be few,

But well chosen and true;

And sweet recreation, our evening shall crown!

With a rural repast, a rich banquet to me,
On a mossy green bank, near some shady old tree,
The river's clear brink

Shall afford me my drink;

And Temp'rance, my friendly Physician shall be!

Ever calm and serene, with contentment still blest, Not too giddy with joy, or with sorrow deprest, I'll neither invoke,

Nor repine at. Death's stroke!

But retire from the world, as I would to my rest.

'Ан! gaze not on those eyes! Forbear
That soft enchanting voice to hear!
Not looks of basilisks give surer death;
Nor Sirens sing with more destructive breath!

'Fly! if thy freedom thou'dst maintain! Alas! I feel th' advice is vain!

A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie, Is far too lost, to have the power to fly!'

SOFT kisses may be innocent;

But, ah! too easy Maid, beware! Though that is all thy kindness meant; 'Tis Love's delusive fatal snare!

No Virgin e'er, at first, designed

Through all the Maze of Love to stray; But each new path allures her mind, Till, wand'ring on, she lose her way!

'Tis easy, ere set out, to stay;

But who the useful art can teach,
When sliding down a steepy way,
To stop, before the end we reach?

Keep ever something in thy power,
Beyond what would thy honour stain!
He will not dare to aim at more,
Who for small favours sighs in vain!