II. It once had got a ftately wick, As white as wax wè faw it shine Thro' two whole lengths of BRUNSWICK'S line 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 On thee alone our hopes depend, Thy King's, and eke thy Country's friend, V. But first we pray, for its relief, The melting of the fuet. VI. There's Twitcher too, that old he-witch, * 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, Which pious--ordains to blaze, 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. 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, Their brawny ftumps, and for thy fake, 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, Or, were they not, they pass'd with current ease, Lightly they came, and full as lightly went. To cut down Dunces, wherefoe'er they spring, I know thy ftrains can pierce the ear of Kings. 15 20 25 30 Thy Verfe 16. Cadogan's part.] Mafter of the Mint. Verse 19. And find him wanting.] Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. Daniel, chap. 8. v. 27. Verfe 34. A King of Profe.] Kien-Long, the prefent Emperor |