Bred in a priest's + Socratick school,
Youth's fervid paffions train'd to cool,

And virtue's lore endear;
He bade you ne'er fight face to face,
But mark the foe with more disgrace,

By charging in the rear.

Germain, in combats often try'd,
Britannia's troops in triumph guides

War's glorious art improving !
Bend rebel Yankies to our will,
Display again a General's skill,

And conquer without moving !

Your Ssand C-S review,
All honourable men, and true ;

Staunch as intrepid Barré !
Your great exploits brisk Ned will boast,
Make him official Penny-Poft,

He'll tattle, fetch and carry.

Your levee's grac'd by herves now ;
There sturdy Hervey * strives to bow,

Your splendour Philips sees ;

+ Archbishop Stone.

* The late Lieut, General Hervey.

The Scotch all puff you to a man,
And Colonel Roy presents a Plan * ,

With under-wood, and trees.

Throw out a lure for Ferdinand || !
Inveft him with supreme command,

At Boston fix his station ;
Then Zanga-like (right well I ween)
You'll gratify revenge and spleen,

And end him by ftarvation 1.

Or claim your rank,-degrade Tom Gage,
A windmill now can't check your rage,

Or freeze your generous blood;
Lead forth the horse to Roxburg town,
And drive full gallop to renown,-

Except you meet a wood.

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* Lord George complained that a plan was fent over of the battle of Minden, in which the impervious wood that obstructed the march of the cavalry was omitted. The name of the malici. ous engineer who drew-it, was, if I mistake not, Col. Roy.

|| Prince Ferdinand of Brunswick, who was at this time talked of for the command of our army in America.

† Mr. DUNDA 6, Lord Advocate of Scotland invcnit & sculplit this harmonious and expressive word, which lo jully and characteristically pourtrays both the features of his country and countrymen.




Cou'd you keen Junius' thoughts refine,
Whose dangerous (hafts, like lightning shine,

And pierce whom e'er they hit ?
We all may think you—just as stout,
Your treachery too we never doubt,

We only doubt your wit.

The smart of Minden's wound is o'er,
You've got court-plaister for that fore,

And yet, my Lord, I'm thinking,
Bold JOHNSTONE h fome reward may claim,
His powder sav'd your tainted fame,

Just on the point of stinking.

• Many of Lord George Germain's friends studiously hinted, that he was the author of the celebrated Efsays published under the name of JUNIVS.

# Alludes to the duel betwecu Lord Sackville and Governor Johnstone, Dec. 17, 1770.



My trembling muse can ne'er aspire
To tune an ode with Whitehead's fire,

Or fing these glorious days :
Besides, your ears, my Lord, are nice,
They shrink from flattery in a trice,

And scarce bear modest praise.


Elfe should I hail this lucky hour,
Lo, SAYRE committed to the Tower !

Britain fhall Pæans fing:
A meal-tub plot young Oates shall prove,
Since Kate Macaulay bafely strove

To ravish George our King * !


Can I describe the Atlantick fea,
Green as a leek with India's tea,

Dire cause of civil rage?

• Mr. Richardson, (the witness against Sayre, and therefore the Titus Oates of the Court) will produce undoubred evidence to prove this extraordinary fact.-The Lord Mayor elect, Mr. Sawbridge, encouraged his sister to this atrocious attempt, unparalle!. ed, even in her own biftory.----Mr. Wilkos is also ftrongly sufpected.


The dust and sweat on Putnam's brow,
Who in the battle equals Howe,

But kneels to Madam Gage ? *


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Enough for me, if I rehearse
Some Whiggith maxim in my verse,

And prove my patriot zeal :
I've no fond wish to lose an ear
(Or gain a pension, like Shebbeare,)

Though the King's touch might heal.

OCTOBER 27, 1775.

* To prevent malignant constructions, the author thinks him. self bound in honour to declare, that by Madam Gage he means Mrs. Gage, and not the General. At the same time he candidly owns a compliment was designed to the galant old wood-cutter, for his fingular politeness to that lady.


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