THE

RAMBLE R.

In FOUR VOLUMES,

VOLUME THE SECOND.

Nullias addictus jurare in verba magiftri,
Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas, deferor hofpes.

HOR

The SIXTH EDITION.

LONDON:

Printed for A. MILLAR, in the Strand;

J. RIVINGTON; J. NEWBERY; R. BALDWIN;
S. CROWDER and Co. T. CASLON;
B. LAW and Co. and B. COLLINS.

M DCC LXIII.

BOOL I 1698 DXFORG

THE

RAMBLER.

NUMB. 54. SATURDAY, September 22, 1750.

Truditur dies die,
Novaque pergunt interire lunæ ;
Tu fecanda marmora
Locas fub ipfum funus, et fepulchri
Immemor fruis domos.

Day preffes on the heels of day,
And moons increase to their decay;
But you with thoughtless pride elate,
Unconscious of impending fate,
Command the pillar'd dome to rife.
When lo! thy tomb forgotten lies.

To the RAMBLER.

HOR.

FRANCIS.

SIR,

I

HAVE lately been called, from a mingled life of business and amufement, to attend the laft hours of an old friend; an office which has filled me, if not with melancholy, at leaft with ferious reflections, and turned my thoughts towards the contemplation of thofe fubjects, which, though of the utmost importance, and of indubitable certainty, are generally fecluded from our regard, by the jollity of health, the hurry of employment, and even by the calmer diverfions of ftudy and fpeculation; or if they become accidental topicks of converfation and argument, yet rarely fink deep into the heart, but give occafion only to fome fubtilties of reasoning, or elegancies of declamation, which are heard, applauded, and forgotten.

IT is, indeed, not hard to conceive how a man accustomed to extend his views through a long concatenation of caufes and effects, to trace things from VOL. II. B their