Shall make your fame revive: When you diffolve in crumbling duft, IV. Your victories fhall marble grace, While Fame reversid †, her trumpet founds, V. A folid, fenfelefs form ingrate, In attitude of servile state, Shall your perfections show: Brisk NED your prowess shall relate, And CUMBERLAND fhall mourn your fate, THAT MONUMENT OF WOE. The fagacious reader will easily discover, that the pofition of Fame alludes to Hudibras's defcription of that double-mouthed goddefs. ON SOME LATE PUBLICATIONS. CURS'D be the pen by faction sway'd, That dares amongst the mean and bafe, When half America was loft, To vindicate infulted laws, And hazard in his country's caufe, With affluence bleft, and bleft with friends, His happiness was home ; He knew the joys of private life, Already tofs'd on boift'rous feas, Not Not all the fmiles of court, Not all that lavish princes give,. Or greedy favourites receive,, Could tempt him out of port. But, by the will of adverfe fate, He only heard his country's call, That wisdom's thought to teach,, Submitted to the vast defire To keep the empire still entire, THE BIRTH DAY. And every tongue in flatt'ry dipt, I pray you friend, fays furly JoHN, A MONODY IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. URG'D to come down, and prefs'd to stay, From l'Ennui how defend me? Oh! TOWNSHEND, could my hand like thine, Yon groups would well befriend me. That gift denied, perhaps the mufe Her pleafing aid may not refuse, But tuneful notes infpire; And now the mourns o'er HAN B'RY's duft, To touch his broken lyre. Then ftrike the chord, for Sawbridge fpeaks, Yet here the babbler's craft is shown, TY, ftern fcowling, cannot bear That worthlefs heads fhould honours wear, But But under foot would trample; What though away thy audience run, For when you're up, if guts complain, Ah CHARLES! would fome bleft power divide, But now thy whole's fo ill combin'd, When BURKE his thunder hurl'd around, Like as the kind attendant fhower, |