Thy fong could cure his Afiatic fpleen, 35 And make him wish to see and to be seen; 40 Which, e'en Reviewers own, adorns thy line, Emperor of China is a poet. M. de Voltaire did him the honour to treat him as a brother above two years ago; and my late patron, Sir William Chambers, has given a fine and moft intelligible profe verfion of an ode of his Majesty upon tea, in his postfcript to his Differtation. I am, however, vain enough to think, that the Emperor's compofition would have appeared ftill better in my heroic verse ; but Sir William foreftalled it ; on which account I have entirely broke with him. Verfe 37. That folemn vein of irony.] "A fine vein of solemn irony runs through this piece. See Monthly Review, under the article of the Heroic Epistle to Sir William Chambers. Verfe 43. There fhould he fee.] A certain naval event happened just about two calendar months after the publication of the Heroic Epiftle. 'Twas impoffible, confidering the neceffary preparations, it could have been fooner. Facts are stubborn things. And And then fail back, amid the cannon's roar, Such is thy pow'r, O Goddefs of the fong, That he who runs may read; while well he knows 55 Verfe 52. Nor like Mac-Homer J See, if the reader thinks it worth while, a late tranflation of the Iliad. Verfe 62. Like old young Fannius.] The noble personage here alluded to, being asked to read the Heroic Epiftle, faid, " No, it was as bad as blafphemy." Ibid. Fannius.] Before I fent the MS to the prefs, I difcovered, that an accidental blot had made all but the first fyllable of this name illegible. I was doubtful, therefore, whether to print it Fannius or Fannia. After much deliberation, I thought it beft to ufe the mafculine termination. If I have done wrong, I ask pardon, not only of the Author, but the Lady, The Editor. Let Let these prefer a levee's harmless talk, 65 70 75 That lay shall live, tho' Court and Grub-street figh, If e'er he chance to wake on Newton's chair, Verfe 76. And break the black asperity of fate.] «Si qua Tu Marcellus eris." 65 VIRG. What Whate'er his fame or fate, on this depend If real danger threat fair Freedom's reign, Nor, e'er they give, afk how the fums were spent, If this they dare, the thunder of his fong, Rolling in deep-ton'd energy along, 95 100 Shall strike, with Truth's dead bolt, each mifcreant's name, Who, dead to duty, fenfelefs e'en to fhame, 105 ODE ODE TO MR. PINCHBECK, UPON HIS NEWLY IN VENTED PATENT CANDLE-SNUFFERS. BY MAL COLM M'GREGOR, ESQ; AUTHOR OF THE HEROIC EPISTLE TO SIR WILLIAM CHAMBERS, AND THE HEROIC POSTSCRIPT. Quoufque ergo fruftrà pafcemus ignigenum iftum ? Apuleii Met. Lib. 7. Why should a Patent be granted to this Candle-Snuffer in vain ? I. ILLUSTRIOUS Pinchbeck! condefcend, O may they prompt thee, ere too late, That burns a little blue. II. It ADVERTISEMENT. Ever fince my first publication, the curiofity, not to say anxiety, of the world concerning my name, has been fo great, that it has frequently given me pain to conceal what the world will now fee it was not poffible in my power to discover. In fhort, I had no name, till the royal favour lately restored my very antient and honourable clan to its priftine title and honours. I was therefore in the fame deplorable cafe with a certain nameless lady, whom I have long had the honour to call my neighbour, and who, I fincerely hope, will foon, by the same favour, be restored to that |