Has long, too long, lain hid in night,

But she, bright goddess, shall reveal it;
And tho' my Lord his head may shake,
By Jupiter, I would not take

Five hundred guineas to conceal it!

In ancient times, when freedom smild

On Gotham's favor'd prosp'rous land, When cheerfully the ploughman toild,

And plenty blest hís lab'ring hand,

V. ...,
There reign'd a Prince, a noble youth,

Whose praises oft were loudly carolld, I
Pattern of constancy and truth,,.;

Not like that idle rogue, “ Childe Harold;" , Who to reform would ne'er begin, 'Tili it grew troublesome to sin. :..! !!

His court was fill’d with beauteous dames, -
Whò burn’d with Cupid's fiercest flames,
I wish I could disclose their names,

Tho' that perhaps might breed some tattle;

wen

Suffice it, that the nymphs who burn'd, : ?
Had all their passions well return'd, - ...!
By chiefs who much applause had earn'd, :.
In various bloody fields of battle. :',

VII.
No harricot, or French ragout, ' ; ?
No dainty hash, delicious stew,
No fish that swam, no bird that flew, .

· But grac'd his free and plenteous table;
Good fellowship and glorious cheer,
In Gotham reign'd throughout the year, ?
And guests were all invited here,..
To cram as long as they were able. .

. .. VIII. ... : i
Bright sparkling draughts of gen’rous wine,
That fill the soul with thoughts divine,
And manly hearts to love incline,

Inspir’d the chiefs with deeds of arms; it
While many a toast would conquer those
Who ne'er were conquer'd by their foes,
Undaunted men! who live on blows, ** .
And thrive the best ’midst war's alarms.

IX. .. . ?
Nor did sweet music's softer power;
Refuse to crown the festive hour, ij***
Apollo left his sacred bower, da

To fill with harmony the scene;

...

Disclos’d the object of their mission. A
.

XVI. ; " ", SL
The Prince he started, gap'd, look'd weazen,
The nobles with sufficient reason,
Were fearful they had utter'd treason, D T

And whispering * Sure the Prince will

· scold us!! ro i 443?
Besought in supplicating strain, 's imports
Their heads might not be cut in twain,
But be permitted to remain
Just where they stood -- upon their shoulders.

" XVII. svoris!!
Loud laugh’ the Prince to hear them croak,
His Highness much enjoy’d the joke,
And thus in gentle accents spoké,

“ Good gentlemen! may I be pounded
In some apothecary's mortar,
Or stand up, by the head the shorter,
Be kill'd by land, or drown'd by water,
But that your fears are idly grounded. -

XVIII.
Tis true, I started and was dumb, viii
To see your rev'rend worships come in
Upopian embassy so rum, ... LES

With dong bag-wiges and robes of ermine;