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Secures the world from burning : So DUNNING, that disgusting form, Ard voice, is sent 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 set this weapon will be fit
To arm a SHELBURNE, stab a Pitt,

In short-will be a BARRE'.

Peace to the rest ; for faction now
To fhield her sons, with poppied brow,

Bids Hartley stand before me;
Goddess the potent charm I own,
Sleep lulls the house, the muse is flown,

And dullness creeps all o'er me.

FROM ST. STEPHEN'S CHAPEL, NOY. 21.

Α Ν Ο D

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ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE MONODY.

O BARD! whene'er you'rhime again,
In blacker tints pray dip your pen,.

'I he muse's aid implore ; Perchance a tragic muse may stoop To sing of that heroic groupe,

On t'other side the floor.

dull lyre,

And yet-to raise their laurels higher,
Alks not the chord of

your
Touch'd by the quill of goose ;:
But such a cord as oft

you

fee On Hounslow's plain swung o'er a tree,

And ending in a noose.

Tho'pone (like TWITCHER) filch a purse,
With pirates or with thieves converse,

Nor cut a single throat;
To rob three millions at a time,
Or butcher thousands is no crime ;:

Hence are our fleets afloat.

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With ev'ry brute of Noah's ark,
Legions of human brutes embark,

Vot’ries to sword and fire :
May half, like S-CRV-LLE, prove alert,
Like Co-NW“Il t'other half desert!

From conscience-not for hire.

Young bees forsake 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 just-hear yon Schgang;
Here GiBBY's * and DUND-s's j twang,

The genius of starvation !
" The faulchion's edge-the cannon's thunder,
Shall make America knock-under,

Or ruin either nation."

Sawney I bring up your corps of blacks,
Set oliv'd Indians on their backs,

The Russ beat out their brains !
The Switzer too shall leave his Alps,
With Briton's deal for British scalps,

The only trade remains !

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Sir GILB- Ell-T. to Jud. Adv. of Scom
ALEXR WEDDER BW,

ELL- * come next-thou boar of boars,
The oldest boar within these doors ;

Yet In-S +, 'tis agreed,
The boar fam' Meleager flew,
Was a poor harmless boar to you,

Of Caledonia's breed.

TAURL-E § approach with rugged Dick,
Both fly and saucy as Old Nick,

Avow your bedford-creed :
So void of sense-fo damn’d audacious,
Hotter than that of Athanasius :

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 :
6 Boreas tt, whose bloated bluft'ring jowl,
“ Can urge the storm, or can controul,

" Keep not so bold a fail ! " There's scarce a man will stand the deck ; « The veffel lies a perfect wreck ;

" She'll founder in the gale !" ' * Right Hon. W.-R- ELL--s. + Late member for Ile. § Attor-Gen-. ^ Rich.-D RIG.y, Pay-r Gen. ONSL-, ** Sir GR- Coo-R, Lord N--H's Sec. tt L. N-h.

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THE FOLLOWING VERSES WERE INTENDED TO

HAVE BEEN SPOKEN AT THE MISCHIANZA, PHILADELPHIA, 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 messenger I come, to grace your sport,
And at your feet th’immortal wreath I lay;.
From chiefs of old renown, who bid me say,
Like you, they once aspir'd to please the fair
With all the sportive images of war,
Round Arthur's board, when chivalry was young
In justs and tilts their manly nerves they strung,
Scorning to waste the intervals of peace
In sordid riot, or inglorious ease :
Martial and bold their exercises were;.
Though Gothic, grand; tho' festive, yet fevere;
Design'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 cross, streaming, 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 rose, inflam'd with patriot glow;
The cause of beauty his peculiar care,
His motto still, “ The brave deserve the fair.”

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