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When lawless passion seiz'd th' imperial | Fix'd in Hibernia's hemisphere to rule,

And shed your influence o’er each knare and Brothels 's were only found, to quench the flame;

· fool 20. No routs, or balls, the kind convenience gare, Whilst the sad summons of a mortar's knell To lose her virtue, yet her honour save. The rival deeds of each diploma tell ; In Cupid's rites, now, so inprov'd our skill, And deat:'s increasing muster-rolls declare, Mode find the means, when nature finds the will. That health and Thompson are no longer here ; Each rey'rend relict keeps a private pack, How shall the Muse this salutation send ? And sturdy stallion with Atlean back;

What place enjoys thee? or what happier Where British dames to mystic rites repair,

The Nor fail to meet a lurking Clodio there; Say, if in Eastbury's 21 majestic towers,

In amorous stealths defraud the public stews, Or wrapt in Ashley's 22 amarantine bowers,
And rob the Drury vestal of her dues; (gown, By friendship favour'd, and unaw'd by state,
Who hapless mourns her last, long-mortgag’i Yog barter science with the wise and great :
While Douglass 13 damns the drums of lady O'er Pelham's politics in judgment sit,

Reform the laws of nations, or of wit ;
By names celestial, mortal females call; With attic zest enrich the social bowl,
Angels they are, but angels in their fall.

Crack joke on joke, and mingle soul with soul; One royal phenix 14 yet redeems the race, On laughter's wanton wing now frolic sport, And prores, in Britain, beauty may have grace. Nor envy Fox 23 the closet of a court. Vain sha!l the Muse the various symptoms find, Lost in this darling luxury of ease, When every doctor 's of a diff'rent mind. Alike regardless both of fame and fees, In **'s palm, be foul corruption found,

“ Let Shaw' (you cry) “o'er physic sov'reign Each court-empiric holds, his grace is sound; Or W** boast his hecatombs of slain : (reign,

In Sackville's 15 breast let public spirit reign, Be mine, to stay some friend's departing breath, ! Blisters! (they cry) the cause is in his brain ; And Child's 24 may take the drudgery of death."

So, Talbot's want of place is want of sense, Yet, Thompson ! say (whose gift it is to save, And Dashwood's 16 stubborn virtue, downright Make sickness smile, and rescue from the grave) insolence.

Say, to what end this healing pow'r was meant : When ills are thus just what the doctors please, Nor bide the talent, which by Heav'nis lent. And i be soul's health is held the inind's disease ; Though envy all her hissing serpents raise, Not all thy art, O Horace! had prevail'd; And join with harpy fraud to blast thy bays : Here, all thy Roman recipes 17 had fail'd. Shall wan disease in vain demand thy skill,

Had fate to Flaccus but our days decreed, While health but waits the summons of your That Pollio would admire? what Cæsar read?

quill ? Great Waro's le self had dy'd an humble swain, Shall Egypt's plague 25 the virgin cheek invade, And Terence sought a Lælius now in vain. And beauty's wreck not win thee to its aid? Science no more employs the courtier's care, 0! stretch a saving hand, and let the fair No muse's voice can charm Northumberland's Owe all her future triumphs to thy care :

Resume the pen! and be tbyself, once more, The solid vote aërial verse outweighs,

What Ratcliff, Friend, and Syd'nbam were And wins all courtly favour from the bays;

before Hence Aow alone the sacred gifts of kings,

Yet, when reviving patients set you free, Slaves, truncheons, feathers, mitres, stars, and Let Vaughan 20 yield one social hour to me.

strings. Hence cradles, see! with lisping statesmen 20 As our author lamented the occasion of these spawn,

lines, so no one more sincerely rejoices to find, And infant limbs beswaddled in the lawn; that the beam of public spirit is likely to dispel While bonest Boyle 19, too impotent for place, the clouds which had interposed between loyalSets, in meridian glory of disgrace :

ty and patriotism--A new political star in our Nor all the patriot music of Malone

days, and which some more eastern magi would Can charm a court, like Sackville, or like Stone; do well to follow. Klest twins of state ! #hom love and pow'r con- 21 A seat belonging to the right hon. George join,

Like Leda's offspring, made by Jove divine; 22 Another, belonging to lord Middlesex.

23 Lord Holland. "Pompeia, consort to Julius Cæsar, whom 24 A coffee-bouse noted for the resort of our the young Claudius took an opportunity of seduc- modern Esculapics, where they ply for those ing at a solemn sacrifice of the Bona Dea. patients the apothecary is pleased to consign lotravit calidum veteri centone lupanar. over to them; and where another appendage to

Juv. physic (called the undertakere) never fails to 13 An infamous, famous bawd.

attend the physical levee, in order to receive the 14 Princess of Wales, mother of his present lucrative news of their joint endeavours. majesty George III.

25 The sinall pox, said to bave first appeared at See a proposal for a militia, published by Alexandria. See the doctor's treatise on tbis lord Middlesex.

distemper. is Sir Francis Dashwood, afterwards lord Le 26 Owen Evan Vaughan, esq; of Bodidris Despenser, the patron and protector ofour author. castle; a gentleman, in whose friendship thie

19 Lord Orrery. doctor and our author more particularly pride,


si satires.

18 Virgil.

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Come then, my friend ! if friendship's name No wreaths I court, no subsidies I claim,
can w00,

Too rich for want, too indolent for fame,
Come! bring me all I want, that all in you. Whilst here with vice a bloodless war I wage,
If rural scenes have still the pow'r to please,

Or lash the follies of a trilling age,
Flocks, vallies, hills, streams, villas, cots, and Each gay-plum'd hour, upon its downy wings,
trees ;

The Hybla freight of rich contentment brings; Here all in one harmonious prospect blend, Health, rosy handmaid, at my table waits, And landscapes rise, scarce Lambert's 27 art And halcyon peace broods watchful o'er my can mend.

gates. Thames, made immortal by her Denham's Here oft, on contemplation's pinjons bore, strains,

[plains ; To Heav'n I mount, and nature's works explore ; Meand'ring glides through Twick’nham's flow'ry Or, led by reason's intellectual clue, (sue; While royal Richmond's cloud-aspiring wood Through errour's maze, truth's secret steps purPours all its pendent pomp upon the flood. View ages past io story 's mirror shown, (own : By Rome's proud dames let storied Tiber flow, And make time's mould'ring treasures all my And all Palladio grace the banks of Po;

Or here the Muse now steals me from the throng, Here nature's charms in purer lustre rise, And wraps me in th’ enchantment of her song. Nor seek from wanton art her vain supplies. Thus flow, and thus for ever flow ! my days,

Lo! Windsor, rev'rend in a length of years, Unaw'd by censure, or unbrib'd by praise ;
Like Cybele, her tow'r-crown'd summit rears; No friend to faction, and no dupe to zeal ;
And Hampton's turrets, with majestic pride, Foe to all party, but the public wea).
Reflect their glories in the passing tide:

Why then, from every venal bondage free, There British Henries gave to Gallia law; Courts have no glitt'ring shackles left fur me : Here bloom'd the laurels of a great Nassau 29. My reasons, Thompson ! prithee ask no more; O! could these scenes one monarch more but Take them, as Oxford's Flaccus sung before 33. please:

My ease and freedom if for aught I vend, No frozen climates, no tempestuous seas,

Would not you cry, to Bed!am, Bedlam, friend! For Brunswick's weal alarining fears shall bring, But to speak out—shall what could ne'er engage Nor Britain envy meaner courts her king. [sce, My frailer youth, now captivate in age ?

Here Campbell's 29 varied shades with wonder what cares can vex, what terronrs frightful be, Like Heaven's own Eden, stor'd with every tree ; To him whose shield is boary sixty-three 31? Each plant with plant in verdant glory vies;

When life itself so little worth appears, High-tow'ring pines, like 'Titans, scale the skies; That ministers can give no hopes, or fears ; And Lebanon's rich groves on Hounslow's deserts Although grown grey within my humbler gate, rise.

I ne'er kiss'd hands, or trod the rooms of state; But chief-with awful step, 0 ! let us stray, Yet not unhonour'd have I liv'd, and blest Where Britain's Orpbeus tun'd his sacred lay, With rich convenience, careless of the rest; Whose grove enchanted from his numbers grew, What hoon more grateful can the gods bestow And proves, what once was fabled, now is true. On those avow'd their favourite sons below35 ?" Here oft the bard with Arbuthnot retir'd; Here flow'd the verse his healing art inspir'd30;

on the north side of Twickenham Common, Alike thy merit like thy fame should rise,

sacred to the muses. It was afterwards inhaCould friendship give, what feeble art denies :

bited by the lady Bridget Tallmach, daughter Though Pope's immortal verse the gods refuse, of the late lord Northington. Accept this off'ring from an bumbler Muse.

33 See conclusion of Dr. King's apology. Weak though her flight, yet honcst still her

31 Though the translator's virtue is not yet strain,

secured by this palladium of his grand climacAnd what no minister could ever gain;

teric, yet he Natters himself he shall at least be Pleas'd if the grateful tribute of her song,

able to rival our truly Roman author, in the Thy merit, Thompson! shall one day prolong.

practice of his heroic indifference, however short in marshal'd slaves let hungry princes trade,

he may fall of him in his elegant description And Britain's bullion bribe their venal ajd31 ;

of it. Let brave Boscawen trophicd honours gain,

36 Libera si pretio qnantôvis otia vendam, And Anson wield the trident of the main.

Cui non insanus videar? Sed apertius audi : Safe, in the harbour of iny Twick’nam 32 bower, Quæ juvenem, infirmumque animi captare ne. From all the wrecks of state, or storms of power ;


Illa senem capiant ? aut quæ terrere perîcla themselves, as he has never polluted his ancient Posse putes bominem, cui climactericus annus British pedigree with any modern Auti-British Præsidio est omni majus ? cui vita videtur. principles.

Haud equidem tanti esse, ut quid caveatre 27 A landscape-painter, much celebrated.

petatve 28 William the Third. 19 Duke of Argyle, celebrated as a warrior and Si mihi non dextram tetigisse, aut limina regum

A regni satrapis, ullaque sit anxius liorâ. a statesman.

Contigit, & lare sub tenui mea canuit ætas : 30 Pope's Epistle to Arbuthnot.

Attamen æquo animo, non ullis rebus egenus, 31 Alluding to a modern kind of military traffic, Non inhonoratus vixi: neque gratius esquam which consists in the exchange of British gold Dii munus dederunt, cui si favisse fateniur. for German valour; and by which means, it is presumed, our politicians intend the native want of either party shall be reciprocally supplied.

3. He had a neat villa, in the style of a chateau,







Your fortunes and lives,

Your children and wives,

To defend, 'tis the time now or never:

Then let each volunteer
OP A BECRUITING SERJEANT, AT THE THEATRE- King George and old England for ever!


King George, &c. In story we're told

How our monarchs of old
Q’er France spread their royal domain ;

But no annals shall show
Her pride laid so low,

SUNG BY MR. BEARD IN THE ENTERTAINMENT OF As when brave George the Second did reign,

Brave boys! The Sun from the east tips the mountains with As when brave, &c.

gold; Of Roman and Greek

The meadows all spangled with dew-drops behold!

[day, Let Pame no more speak; Though their arms did the Old world subdue,

Hear! the lark's early matin proclaims the new

And the horn's chearful summons rebukes our Through the nations around Let her trumpet now sound,

delay. How Britons have conquer'd the New,

Brave boys! With the sports of the field there's no pleasure
How Britons have, &c.

can vie, East, west, north, and south,

While jocund we follow the hounds in full cry. Our cannon's loud mouth

Let the drudge of the town make riches his sport; Shall the rights of our monarch maintain ; The slave of the state hunt the smiles of a court; On America's strand

No care and ambition our pastime annoy, Amherst limits the land,

But innocence still gives a zest to our joy.
Boscawen gives law on the main,

With the sports, & Co
Brave boys!
Boscawen gives, &c. Mankind are all hunters in various degree ;

The priest hunts a living--the lawyer a fee, Each fort, and each town,

The doctor a patient—the courtier a place, We still make our own,

Though often, like us, he's flung out in the chase. Cape Breton, Crown Point, Niagar ;

With the sports, &c. Guardclape, Senegal, And Quebec's mighty fall,

The cit hunts a plumb_while the soldier hunts Shall prove we've no equal in war,

The poet a dinner-the patriot a name; (fame, Brave boys! And the practis'd coquette, though she seems to Shall prove we've, &c.


In spite of her airs, still her lover pursues. Though Conflans did boast

With the sports, &c. He wou'd conqner our coast, Our thunder soon made monsieur mute;

Let the bold and the busy hunt glory and wealth; Brave Hawke wing'd his way,

All the blessing we ask is the blessing of health, Then pounc'd on bis prey,

With hound and with horn through the woodAnd gave him an English salute,

lands to roam, Brave boys ! | And, when tired abroad, find contentment at And gave him, &c


With the sports of the field there's no pleasure At Minden you know

can vie, How we frighten'd the foe,

While jocund we follow our hounds in full cry. While bomeward their army. now steals,

"'Though," they cry, “ British bands

Are too hard for our hands,
Begar! we can beat them in heels,"



&c. OF THE LONDON HOSPITAL. For laurels thus roam, Should the flat-bottom'd boats but appear,

Or trophies and laurels I mean not to sing, Our militia shall show

Of Prussia's brave prince, or of Britain's good

[display, No wooden-shoed foe

king: Can with freemen in battle compare,

Here the poor claim my song; then the art I'll Brave boys! How you all shall be gainers-by giving away.

Can with with freemen, &c. TOL. XVI.

Derry down, find;

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The cruse of the widow, you very well know, Whom no courtier can Batter, no patriot can blame: The more it was emptied, the fuller did flow : But, our president's here-or I'd tell you his So bere with your purse the like wonder you'll


Derry down.
The more you draw out, still the more left be-
Derry down.

The prodigal here without danger may spend ;
That ne'er can be lavish'd, to Heaven we lend;

When Bacchus, jolly God, invites
And the miser his purse-strings may draw with To revel in his ev’ning rites,
out pain,

In vain his altars I surround,
For what miser won't give—when giving is gain? Though with Burgundian incense crown'd:

Derry down. No charm has wine without the lass ; *

'Tis love gives relish to the glass.
The gamester, who sits up whole days and whole

Whilst all around, with jocund glee,
To hazard his health and his fortune at White's; In brimmers toast their fav'rite she;
Much more to advantage bis bets he may make, Though ev'ry nymph my lips proclaim,
Here, set what he will, he will double bis stake. My heart still whispers Chloe's name;

Derry down. And thus with me, by am'rous stealth,
The fair-one, whose heart the four aces control,

Still ev'ry glass is Chloe's health. Who sighs for sans-prendre, and dreams of a vole,

(drille, Let her bere send a tithe of her gains at qua

VERSES And she'll ne'er want a friend-in victorious spadille.



TO OXFORD; Let the merchant, who trades on the perilous sea, Come here, and insure, if from loss he'd be free; A policy here from all danger secures,

1x Oxford's stones, as Blaco writes, For safe is the venture-which Heaven insures. And Pitt affirms, are Jacobites,

Derry down. That bid the court defiance; The stock-jobber too may subscribe without fear,

How must the danger now increase, In a fund which for ever a premium must bear;

When stones are come from Rome and Greece, Where the stock must still rise, and where Scrip

To form a grand alliance ! will prevail,

Yet, sprung from lands of liberty, Though South-Sea, and India, and Omnjam, These stones can sure no Tories be, should fail.

Or friends to the Pretender;
Derry down. And Pitt himself can ne'er devise,

That Whiggish stones should ever rise
The churchman' likewise his advantage may

Against our faith's defender.
And here buy a living, in spite of the law-
In Heaven, I mean; then, without any fear.
Let him purchase away-here's no simony here,


Derry down. Oft bave I heard, with clam'rous note,
Ye rakes', who the joys of Hymen disclaim, A yelping cur exalt his throat
And seek, in the ruin of virtue, a fame; [duty, At Cynthia's silver rays;
You may here boast a triumph consistent with so, with the blaze of learning's light,
And keep, without guilt, a seraglio of beauty. When you, O King, offend his sight,

Derry down.

The spaniel Blaco bays.
If from charity then such advantages flow,
That you still gain the more--the more you

(ease : Here's the place will afford you rich profit with When the bason comes round-be as rich as

BUTTERFLY AND BEE. you please.

Derry down.

See! Flavia, see! that flutt'ring thing, Then a health to that ' patron, whose grandeur Skim round yon flower with sportive wing, and store

Yet ne'er its sweet explore ; Yield aid and defence to the sick and the poor; While, wiser, the industrious bee * Additional stanza for the annual feast of the

Extracts the honey from the tree,

And hives the precious store. sons of the Clergy · Ditto for the Magdalen Hospital.

So you, with cos, coquettish art, 3 The late duke of Devonshire.

Play wanton round your lore.'s heart,

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Insensible and free:

Soon as he ey'd the rebel maid; Love's balmy blessing would you try,

“ Now know my pow'r !" enrag'd, he said; No longer sport a Butterfly,

Then levell'd at her heart :
But initate the Bee.

Full to the head the shaft he drew;
But harmless to her breast it few,

For, lo!--'twas Dian's dart.

Exulting, then the fair-one cryd,

“ Fond urchin lay your bow aside ;

Your quiver be unbound : Wyice here to Shakespeare' Garrick pays Would you Aurelia's heart subdue,. His tributary thanks and praise;

Thy play-thing arrows ne'er will do;
Invokes the animated stone,

Bid Damon give the wound.”
To make the poet's mind his own;
'That he each character may trace
With humour, dignity, and grace;

DEATH AND THE DOCTOR. And mark, unerring mark, to men,

'Twixt Death and Schomberg, t'other day, The rich creation of his pen;

A contestdid arise ; Preferi'd the pray're the marble god

Death swore his prize he'd bear away ;
Methinks I see, assenting, nod,

The Doctor, Death defies.
Aod, pointing to bis laurelld brow,
Cry-" Half this wreath to you lowe:

Enrag'd to hear his pow'r defy'd,
Lost to the stage, and lost to fame;

Death drew his keenest dart ; Murder'd my scenes, scarce known my name;

But wond'ring saw it glance aside,
Sink in oblivion and disgrace

And miss the vital part.
Among the common, scribbling race,
Uniotic'd long thy Shakespeare lay,
To dulness and to time a prey :
But now I rise, I breathe, I live
In you—my representative!

Again the hero's breast I fire,
Again the tender sigh inspire;

SPOKEN BY MR. POWELL, AT THE OPENING OF THIS Each side, again, with laughter shake,

IN COVENT-GARDEN, ON MONAnd teach the villain-heart to quake ;

DAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1767. All this, my son! again I do1-No, my son! --'lis I, and you."

As when the merchant, to increase his store, While thus the grateful statue speaks,

For dubious seas, adveut'rous quits the shore; A blush o’erspreads the suppliant's cheeks

Still anxious for his freight, he trembling sees " What!--Half this wreath, wit's mighty Rocks in each buoy, and tempests in each breeze; chief?

The curling wave to mountain billows swells, grant," he cries, “ one single leaf;

And ev'ry cloud a fancied storm foretells : That far o'erpays his humble merit,

Thus rashly lanch'd on this theatric main, Who's but the organ of thy spirit.”

Our all on board, each phantom gives us pain; Phæb:s the gen'rous contest heard

The catcall's note seems thunder in our ears, When thus the god address'd the bard :

And ev'ry hiss a hurricane appears; “Here, take this laurel from my brow,

In journal-squibs we lightning's blast espy, On him your mortal wreath bestow ;

And meteors blaze in every critic's eye. Fach matchless, each the palm shall bear,

Spite of these terrours,still some hopes we vier, In Heav'n the bard, on Earth the play'r."

Hopes ne'er can fail us--since they're plac'd
Your breath the gale, our voyage is secure,

And safe the venture which your smiles insure;

Though weak his skill, th' advent'rer must sucDiina, hunting on a day,

ceed, Bebeld where Cupid sleeping las,

Where candour takes th' endeavour for the deed, His quirer by his head:

For Brentford's state two kings could once suf. One of his darts she stole away,

fice; And one of her's d d close convey

In our's, behold! four kings of Brentford rise; Into the other's stead.

All smelling to one nosegay's od'rous savour, When next the archer ihrough the grove,

The balmy nosegay of-the public favour.

From hence alone our royal funds we draw,
In search of prey, did wanton rove,
Aurelia fair he 'spy'd;

Your pleasure our support, your will our lav.

While such our government, we hope you'll own Anrelia, who to Damon's pray'r Disdain'd to lend a tender ear,

But should we ever tyrants prove-dethrone us. And Cupid's pow'r defy'd.

Like brother monarchs, who to coax the nation, "The statue of Shakespeare, in the temple de Began their reign with some fair pruclamation, dicated to the bard by Mr. Garrick, in his ne.

We too should talk at leas!--of reformation ; lihtful garden at Hampton, was the work of Declare, that during our imperial sway, that able and ingenious master, Roubiliac.

No bard shall inourn his long-neglected play;

-in you,


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