Shall make your fame revive:

When you diffolve in crumbling duft,
And moulded clay fhall form your bust,
Then S-LLE's name fhall live!

IV.

Your victories fhall marble grace,
Your German trophies we shall trace,
Difplay'd o'er Minden's plain :

While Fame reversid †, her trumpet founds,
Reclining honour counts her wounds,
Departing in difdain.

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,
The tool of blind invective inade,
The foe to virtuous fame,

That dares amongst the mean and bafe,
With more than German rancour place
Much injur❜d SACKVILLE's name.

When half America was loft,
And timid DARTMOUTH left his poft,
He took the dang'rous lead;

To vindicate infulted laws,

And hazard in his country's caufe,
His fortunes and his head.

With affluence bleft, and bleft with friends,
Connected for no selfish ends,

His happiness was home ;

He knew the joys of private life,
He lov'd his children and his wife,
Nor wifh'd abroad to roam.

Already tofs'd on boift'rous feas,
His object was domestic ease;

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,
When foul rebellion fhook the state,
And poifon'd half the realm;
No luke-warm prudence cou'd controul
The patriot spirit of his foul;
He boldly grafp'd the helm.

He only heard his country's call,
Eafe, comfort, quiet, fafety, all

That wisdom's thought to teach,,

Submitted to the vast defire

To keep the empire still entire,
Or perish in the breach.

THE BIRTH DAY.
ROUND's chair, in triple rows,
The Courtiers ftood to gaze,

And every tongue in flatt'ry dipt,
Bedaub'd him o'er with praife:

I pray you friend, fays furly JoHN,
Who ftood behind the chair,
Do, ope that widow, and let out
This dd corrupted air,

A MONODY IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.

URG'D to come down, and prefs'd to stay,
How fhall I while flow time away?

From l'Ennui how defend me?

Oh! TOWNSHEND, could my hand like thine,
Command the comic pencil's line,

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,
May thefe revering fingers truft,

To touch his broken lyre.

Then ftrike the chord, for Sawbridge fpeaks,
And, reafon's foe, crude motion makes
From mental indigestion;

Yet here the babbler's craft is shown,
Who 'fcapes by rifing ere 'tis known,
The damning roar for queflion.

TY, ftern fcowling, cannot bear

That worthlefs heads fhould honours wear,

But

But under foot would trample;
And who his patriot word will doubt,
That recollects he turn'd one out
A fit and great example.

What though away thy audience run,
ADAIR proceed, that boar begun,
Medufa could not still 'em ;

For when you're up, if guts complain,
The long hour comes to ease their pain,
To empty or to fill 'em.

Ah CHARLES! would fome bleft power divide,
Thyfelf from thee, that hand might guide
The helm and rule the nation;

But now thy whole's fo ill combin'd,
We praise the tongue, and give the mind
Our fcorn and execration.

When BURKE his thunder hurl'd around,
The trembling string refus'd to found,
Th' admiring nine carefs'd him:
And whilst he heaven and earth defy'd,
Smil'd on the mighty madman's pride,
Convinc'd the God poffeft him.

Like as the kind attendant fhower,
Ordain'd to check the lightning's power,