Secures the world from burning: So DUNNING, that disgusting form, And voice, is fent to stay the storm
Of dang'rous parts and learning.
Wit, malice, cunning, knowledge, sense,
Together braze with impudence
From fam'd Hibernian quarry;
Sharp fet this weapon will be fit
To arm a SHELBURNE, ftab a PITT,
In fhort-will be a BARRE'.
Peace to the reft; for faction now
To fhield her fons, with poppied brow,
Bids Hartley stand before me;
Goddess the potent charm I own,
Sleep lulls the house, the mufe is flown,
And dullness creeps all o'er me.
FROM ST. STEPHEN'S CHAPEL, NOV. 21.
ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE MONODY.
OBARD! whene'er you rhime again,-
In blacker tints pray dip your pen,
'The muse's aid implore;
Perchance a tragic mufe may stoop
To fing of that heroic groupe,
On t'other fide the floor.
And yet to raise their laurels higher,
Asks not the chord of your dull lyre,
Touch'd by the quill of goofe ;:
But fuch a cord as oft you fee
On Hounslow's plain fwung o'er a tree,
And ending in a noose.
Tho' none (like TWITCHER) filch a purse,
With pirates or with thieves converse,
Nor cut a fingle throat;
To rob three millions at a time,
Or butcher thousands is no crime;
Hence are our fleets afloat.
With ev'ry brute of Noah's ark,
Legions of human brutes embark,
Vot'ries to fword and fire:
May half, like S-CKV-LLE, prove alert,
Like Co-Nw-LL t'other half desert!
From confcience-not for hire.
Young bees forfake their native hive,
By travel-and by toils they thrive,
With ease and plenty dwell;
Say, when the parent-swarm hath flown,
Tho' rich in honey of their own,
To plunder ev'ry cell?
That this be juft-hear yon Sch gang;
Here GIBBY's * and DUND-s's † twang,
The genius of starvation!
"The faulchion's edge-the cannon's thunder,
Shall make America knock-under,
Sawney bring up your corps of blacks,
Set oliv'd Indians on their backs,
The Rufs beat out their brains!
The Switzer too fhall leave his Alps,
With Briton's deal for British scalps,
The only trade remains!
Sir GILBELL-T.
ALEXR WEDDERE
ELL-S come next-thou boar of boars,
The oldest boar within these doors;
Yet IN-s, 'tis agreed,
The boar fam'd Meleager flew,
Was a poor harmless boar to you,
Of Caledonia's breed.
THURL-E § approach with rugged DICK,
Both fly and faucy as Old Nick,
Avow your Bedford-creed:
So void of fenfe-fo damn'd audacious,
Hotter than that of Athanafius :
A direful one indeed!
Next for a Nap-behind the clock,
While STANL-y and the Sur-y Cock || !
Upon their legs appear.
Then pause awhile, my dear Sir GREY **
And ere you make me run away,
This for your Master's ear:
"Boreas ++, whose bloated bluft'ring jowl,
"Can urge the ftorm, or can controul,
"Keep not fo bold a fail!
"There's fcarce a man will ftand the deck;
"The veffel lies a perfect wreck ;
"She'll founder in the gale !"
* Right Hon. W--R- ELL--S. † Late member for Ile
THE FOLLOWING VERSES WERE
HAVE BEEN SPOKEN AT THE MISCHIANZA, PHI-
LADELPHIA, ADDRESSED TO GENERAL HOWE ON
HIS LEAVING THE ARMY; BUT THE GENERAL
WOULD NOT PERMIT THEM TO BE SPOKEN.
DOWN from the starry threshold of Jove's court
A meffenger I come, to grace your sport,
And at your feet th' immortal wreath I lay,
From chiefs of old renown, who bid me fay,
Like you, they once afpir'd to please the fair
With all the sportive images of war,
Round Arthur's board, when chivalry was young
In jufts and tilts their manly nerves they strung,
Scorning to waste the intervals of peace
In fordid riot, or inglorious eafe:
Martial and bold their exercises were ;:
Though Gothic, grand; tho' feftive, yet fevere;
Defign'd to fire the breast to deeds of worth,
And call the impatient foul of glory forth.
Thus train'd to virtue, when the trumpets found,
And red crofs, ftreaming, led to holy ground,
Or violated rights, and Freedom's call,
Bade them chastise the perfidy of Gaul,
Each lover, mindful of his plighted vow,.
A hero rofe, inflam'd with patriot glow;
The cause of beauty his peculiar care,
His motto ftill, "The brave deserve the fair."
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