AIR, IN ARTAXERXES.

"The foldier, tir'd of war's alarms,
Exults to feast on beauty's charms,
And drops the spear and shield:
But if the brazen trumpet found,
He burns with conqueft to be crown'd,
And dares again the field."

Oh! be the example copied in each heart,
Let modern Britons act the ancient part,
And you, great Sir, these parting rites receive,
Which, bath'd in tears, your hardy veterans give;
Veterans approv`d, who never knew to yield,
When Howe and Glory led them to the field.
To other scenes your country's facred caufe
Now calls you hence, the champion of her laws.
Your veterans, to your brave fucceffor true,
By honouring him, will feek to honour you.
And ye, bright nymphs, who grace this hallow'd
ground,

In all the blooming pride of beauty crown'd,
Still strive to footh the hero's generous toils

With what he deems his beft reward, your fmiles.

EPIGRA M..

LORD BUTE, his ambition and wisdom, to shew,
Refign'd the green ribbon, and put on the blue.
To two ftrings already, the Peer's been preferr'd,-
Odd numbers are lucky-pray give him a third.

EPIGRAM.

ON DOCTOR FRANKLIN'S

POINTED

ELECTRICAL

CONDUCTORS BEING TAKEN, DOWN AT BUCK INGHAM HOUSE, AND MR. WILSON'S BLUNT CONDUCTORS ERECTED IN THEIR STEAD,

OUR public buildings to defend

From the keen lightning's brunt, Some pointed rods would recommend, Others prefer the BLUNT.

Let me too, 'midst this learned throng,
Shew how to fave our structures;

Alas! we've tried the blunt too long,

We now want SHARP CONDUCTORS.

F. R. S.

ODE,

WRITTEN BY WILLIAM WHITEHEAD, ESQ; POET LAUREAT, AND PERFORMED AT ST. JAMES'S ON

THE FOURTH OF JUNE, 1776, BY HIS MA-
JESTY'S BAND OF MUSICIANS.

YE western gales, whofe genial breath
Unbinds the glebe, 'till all beneath
One verdant livery wears:

You foothe the fultry heats of noon,
Add foftness to the setting fun,
And dry the morning's tears.

This is your feafon, lovely gales,
Thro' Æther now your power prevails;
And our dilated breafts fhall own
The joys which flow from you alone.

Why, therefore, in yon dubious sky,
With out-fpread wing, and eager eye
On distant scenes intent,

"Sits Expectation in the air.”.
Why do alternate hope and fear
Sufpend fome great event?

Can Britain fail?—the thought were vain ;

The powerful emprefs of the main

But

But strives to smooth th' unruly flood,
And dreads a conquest stain'd with blood.

While yet, ye winds, your breezy balm
Thro' nature spreads a general calm,
While yet a pause fell Discord knows ;
Catch the foft moment of repose,

Your genuine powers exert;
To pity melt th' obdurate mind,
Teach every bofom to be kind,

And humanize the heart!

Propitious gales, O wing your way!
And whilst we hail that rightful fway
Whence temper'd Freedom fprings;
The blifs we feel to future times
Extend, and from your native climes
Bring peace upon your wings!

A BAL

A BALL A D,

WRITTEN, OR RATHER SPOKEN, BY A GENTLEMAN, AT COMING INTO A COFFEE-HOUSE, FROM

THE ABOVE MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT.

SAY

no more of the breezes-fome wine and to.
bacco,

A plague on his weft, 'tis an arrant † firocco;
As I live the damn'd poet has brought 'em together,
To warble of winds, and to fing of the weather.

Then he talk'd, filly fellow, of tumult and war, And he fet Expectation aloft in the air, Like a witch on her broom looking out of the north, To fee if the storm she had rais'd was gone forth.

Time was, that a laureat sweetly would fing Of the virtue, or valour, or wit of the king. That time is no more, and we now cannot hear, Any praise of our monarch once in a year.

A peftilential fouth-welt wind.

A fouth-west blow on ye

And blifter you all o'er."

Caliban. Tempeft, Act. IV.

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