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Cou'd you keen Junius' thoughts refine *,
Whofe dangerous fhafts, like lightning fhine,
And pierce whom e'er they hit?
We all may think you-juft as ftout,
Your treachery too we never doubt,-
We only doubt your wit.

The fmart of Minden's wound is o'er,
You've got court-plaifter for that fore,
And yet, my Lord, I'm thinking,

Bold JOHNSTONE | fome reward may claim,
His powder fav'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 Essays published under the name of JUNIUS.

Alludes to the duel betweeu Lord Sackville and Governor Johnfione, Dec. 17, 1770.

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COURAGE, my lord! though Howe is fled,
Look not fo pale, nor hang your head,
Like Nunc'mar at Hindoftan :
The Atlantick fea is no bad fcreen,

And that (you know) ftill flows between
Pall-Mall and rebel Boston.

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For want of Rhode-ifle hogs and beeves,
The troops stole off, like valiant thieves,
To look for better quarters;
And spite of what Court-papers tell,
The Yankies fish in pond and well *,
For cannon ball and mortars.

Lord MANSFIELD and Mr. WEDDERBURNE both agree in opinion, that the fishery-bill was only defigned to prevent their fishing in the open feas; any thing in the prohibitory bill to the contrary notwithstanding,

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Our horfes too are left behind,
Starv'd, and unfound in limb and wind,
'Tis no great loss they're taken :
Such steeds at Minden had you got,

Though GRANBY fpurr'd, they couldn't trot,
This would have fav'd your bacon.

IV.

Chaunting of pfalms the victors come,
Beating Te Deum on the drum,
And dancing to the fife:

The Yankey now no more afraid,
May bundle with the timid maid.
Or kifs his faithful wife.

V.

I hope your army found fome means
To fave our fine † theatrick scenes

From being maul'd, and pepper'd ;

Then

* This word is thus explained by a traveller : “ At their usual time the old couple retire to bed, leaving the young ones to fettle matters as they can, who having fat up as long as they think proper, get into bed together alfo, but without pulling off their under garment, in order to prevent fcandal.—If the parties agree, it is all very well; the banns are published, and they are married without delay."

Banbury's Travels through N. America. The Maid of the Oaks, and the Siege of Bolton, a farce, (as

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Then Nova Scotia, with fome grace,
May fee BURGOYNE refume his place,
And act the* Gentle Shepherd!

VI.

There let the trufty Heffians fteer,
The rifle-men will quake through fear,
And Yaugars fhoot them dead.
Heifter has finger'd H-RV-Y's gold;
But 'till the wind is fair,-he's told
To vomit at Spithead

VII.

Away the dear bought cut-throats go,
To fight a wind-mill (your old foe);

Yet hear one serious truth :

Mr. BURGOYNE feemed diffatisfied with the real one) both written by the fame author, were frequently reprefented. This celebrated trolling company of Comedians have quitted Boston, and intend exhibiting for the summer seafon at Halifax.—According to private letters received by Lord SANDWICH (of which the Gazette takes no notice) the roof of the meeting-house (converted into a theatre by express orders of a council of war) was destroyed by the fhells, and the wardrobe and curtain were confiderably da maged.

*PATIE and ROGER.

General H-R V-Y prevailed on him to fail, without the fe cond division, by giving him a dofe of aurum potabile in his hock.

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We fhall not with much forrow read
How Sclatzen-Kuotzen, Blatzchun bleed,
-Unless we break a tooth.

VIII.

A friend demands the plaintive lay,
With whom I pass'd youth's joyous day,
And felt a foldier's pride;

Still in my breaft his virtues dwell,
And down my cheek the fond tear fell,
When ABERCROMBY died.

IX.

Strike now, my Mufe, no venal lyre,
In Conway mark the patriot's fire,
(Such whigs are out of date :)
He loves his country, loves her laws;
For her alone his fword he draws,

The foldier of the state.

X.

Provide, my lord, four-crout and hock,
Germans will stand the fiery fhock,

And dare the foe's approaches;

* The names of officers in the Brunswick guards.

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