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It once had got a ftately wick,
When in its patent.candlestick
The Revolution put it::

As white as wax wè faw it shine

Thro' two whole lengths of BRUNSWICK'S line
Till B-firft dar'd to fmut it.

III.

Since then-but wherefore tell the tale ?

Enough, that now it burneth pale,

And forely waftes its tallow:

Nay, if thy poet rightly weens,

(Tho' little skill'd in ways and means)

Its Save-all is but fhallow.

that title, which, upon my honour, I believe, fhe has erroneously, and not intentionally, forfeited.

I have only to add, that now, when the public is in poffeffion of my real name, it will not, I hope, fuffer any national prejudice to prevent it from receiving this my firft lyrical attempt with its former candour. But I must needs fay, that if this Ode does not fell as well as Mr. CUMBERLAND'S, I fhall be apt to impute it, not to any inferiority of lyrical ordonance, but merely to its having been written by a Scotchman.

Knightsbridge, May 6th, 1776.

IV. Come

IV.

Come then, ingenious artist, come
And put thy finger and thy thumb
Into each polifh'd handle;

On thee alone our hopes depend,

Thy King's, and eke thy Country's friend,
To trim Old England's candle.

V.

But first we pray, for its relief,
Pluck from its wick each Tory thief,
It elfe must quickly rue it ;
*While N- and M-sputter there,
Thou'lt ne'er prevent, with all thy care,

The melting of the fuet.

VI.

There's Twitcher too, that old he-witch,
Sticks in its bole as black as pitch,

* These initials, like thofe in the Banns of Marriage publishcd between N. and M. may be fill'd up at the reader's plea fure.

Vide Common Prayer Book.

* And

↑ And makes a filthy pother; When curs'd with such a forry fiend,

And lighted too at either end,

'Twill foon be in a smother,

VII.

I fear me much, in fuch a plight,
Those tapers bleft would lose their light,
Canadian fanes that deck;

Which pious--ordains to blaze,
And gild with their establish❜d rays,
Our Lady of Quebec.

VIII.

§ His arms, thou hallow'd image! blefs, And furely thou canst do no less,

He is thy Faith's Defender; Thou ow't thy place to him alone,

As other Jacobites have done,

And not to the Pretender.

IX.

Haste then, and quafh the hot turmoil.
That flames in Boston's angry foil,

Our ingenious Inventor's Snuffers are peculiarly calculated to remedy this evil, to which indeed all candles are more or less See the Patentee's Advertisement. fubject.

It is humbly presumed, that the claffical reader will here perceive a boldness of tranfition only to be equalled by PINDAR, and perhaps by HORACE in fome of his fublimer Odes.

And

And frights the mother-nation: Know, Lady! if its rage you ftop, Pinchbeck shall send you, from his shop, A most superb oblation.

X.

His patent-fnuffers, in a difla

Of burnish'd gold; if more you wish,
His Cyclops fhall beftir

Their brawny ftumps, and for thy fake,
Of Pinchbeck's own mixt-metal make
A huge Extinguisher.

XI.

To form the mafs

thy zeal Shall furnish that well-temper'd steel, Thou didst at Minden brandish; Nor yet fhall G's reverend Dean, Counting its worth, refufe, I ween, His ponderous leaden standish.

XII.

Poor Doctor Johnson, I'm afraid,
Can give but metaphoric aid;

Or, were they not, they pass'd with current ease,
Good feemings then were good realities:
No Senate had convey'd, by smuggling art,
Pow'r to the mob to play Cadogan's part;
Now, thro' the land, that impious pow'r prevails,
All weigh their Sov'reign in their private fcales,
And find him wanting, all fave me alone,
For, fad to fay! my glittering orbs are gone.
But ill befeems a poet to repent,

Lightly they came, and full as lightly went.
Peace to their manes ! may they never feel
Some keen Scotch banker's unrelenting steel;
While I again the Mufe's fickle bring

To cut down Dunces, wherefoe'er they spring,
Bind in poetic fheaves the plenteous crop,
And ftack my full ear'd load in Almon's shop.
For now, my Mufe, thy fame is fixt as fate,
Tremble, ye Fools I fcorn, ye Knaves I hate ;
I know the vigour of thy eagle wings,

I know thy ftrains can pierce the ear of Kings.
Did China's monarch here in Britain doze,
And was, like western Kings, a King of Profe,

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