There at one glance, the royal eye shall meet
Each varied beauty of St. James's Street ;
Stout T*lb*t there shall ply with hackney

And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-shop there.
Like distant 'thunder now the coach of state
Rolls o'er the bridge, that groans beneath its

weight. The court hath croft the stream; the sports begin; Now N**1 preaches of rebellion's fin : And as the powers of his strong pathos rise, Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir F1**r's eyes. While skulking round the pews, that babe of grace, Who ne'er before at sermon shew'd his face, See Jemmy Twitcher shambles ; ftop! ftop thief! He's stol'n the E* of D*nb*h's handkerchief.

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Verse 115. Stout T**t, &c.) " Some of these eunuchs perfonate porters." Page 32.

Verse 116, And Patriot Betty.) 16 Fruits and all sorts of refreshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33 Verse 122. Lo, brazen tears, &c.)

Drew IRON tears down Pluto's cheek. Milton. Verse 125. See Jemmy Twitche: shambles.) “ Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in these fefti. vals; that noble profession is usually allotted to a good num-ber of the most dexterous eunuchs.” Ibid.

Let B*rr*t*n arrest him in mock fury,
And M**d hang the knave without a jury.
But hark, the voice of battle fouts from far,
The Jews and Maccaroni's are at war:
The Jews prevail, and, thund'ring from the stocks,
They seize, they bind, they circumcise C*s F.
Fair Schw** n smiles the sport to see,
And all the Maids of Honour cry Te! He !


Be these the rural pastimes that attend 135
Great B*nfw*k's leisure: these shall best unbend
His royal mind, whene'er, from state withdrawn,
He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn;
These shall prolong his Afiatic dream,
Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. 140
And thou, Sir William! while thy plastic hand
Creates each wonder, which thy bard has plann'd,
While, as thy art commands, obsequious rise
Whate'er can please, or frighten, or surprize,
O! let that Bard his Knight's protection claim, 145
And share, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame.
Let B**n.)

" The watch seizes on the culprit.” Page 33.

Verse 128. And M**d, &c.) “ He Is conveyed before the judge, and sometimes severely bastinadoed.” Ibid.

Verse 129, But hark, &c.) « Quarrels happen-battles ensue.” Ibid.

Verse 132. Circumcise C*s. F*.) “ Every liberty is permitted, there is no distinction of persons.” Ibid.

Verse 134, And all the maids of honour, &c.) « This is done to divert his Imperial Majesty, and the ladies of his frain,” Ibid,



Verse 127,



Sicelides mufæ, paullo majora canamus. VIRG.

I THAT of late, Sir William's Bard, and Squire March'd with his helm and buckler on my lyre, (What time the Knight prick'd forth in ill-ftarr'd

hafte, Comptroller General of the works of taste), Now to the public tune my grateful lays, 5. Warm’d with the sun-fhine of the Public praise : Warm's too with mem'ry of that golden time, When Almon gave me reason for my rhyme;

glittering orbs, and, what endear'd them

more, Each glittering orb the sacred features bore Of George the good, the gracious, and the

great, Unfild, unsweated, all of sterling weight;


Verse 1 I that of late)
Ille ego qui quondam, &c. .

VIRGIL, or somebody for him.

Verse 4. Works of taste) Put synonimously for his Majesty's works. See Sir William's title page.

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Or, were they not, they pass'd with current ease;
Good seemings then were good realities :
No Senate had convey'd, by smuggling art, 15
Pow'r to the mob to play Cadogan's part;
Now, thro' the land, that impious pow'r prevails,
All weigh their Sov'reign in their private scales,
And find him wanting, all save me alone,
For, sad to say! my glittering orbs are gone. 20
But ill beseems a poet to repent,
Lightly they came, and full as lightly went.
Peace to their manes ! may they never feel
Some keen Scotch banker's unrelenting steel;
While I again the Muse's fickle bring 25
To cut down Dunces, where soe'er they spring,
Bind in poetic leaves the plenteous crop,
And stack my full-ear'd load in Almon's shop:
For now, my Muse, thy fame is fixt as fate,

ye Fools I scorn, ye Knaves I hate; 30
I know the vigour of thy eagle wings,
I know thy strains can pierce the ear of Kings.
Did China's monarch here in Britain doze,
And was, like western Kings, a King of Profe,


Verse 16. Cadogan's part.) Master of the Mint.

Verse 19. And find him wanting.) Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. Daniel, chap. 8.

V. 27.

Verse 34. A King of Prose.) Kien-Long, the present


Thy song could cure his Afiatic spleen, 35
And make him wish to see and to be seen ;
That folemn vein of irony fo fine,
Which, e'en Reviewers own, adorns thy line,
Would make him soon against his greatness fin,
Desert his fofa, mount his palanquin, 40
And poft where'er the goddess led the way,
Perchance to proud Spithead's imperial bay ;
There should he fee, as other folks have seen,
That ships have anchors, and that seas are green,
Should own the tackling trim, the streamers fine,45
With Sandwich prattle, and with Bradshaw dine,

Emperor of China is a poet. M. de Voltaire did him the honour to treat him as a brother above two years ago ; and my late patron, Sir William Chambers, has given a fine and most intelligible prose version of an ode of his Majesty opon tea, in his postscript to his Dissertation. I am, however, vain enough to think, that the Emperor's compofition would have appeared still better in my heroic verse ; but Sir William forestalled it; on which account I have entirely broke with him.

Verse 37. That folemn vein of irony.) " A fine vein of solemn irony runs through this piece. See Monthly Review, under the article of the Heroic Epistle to Sir Wile liam Chambers. Verse 43. There Tould he fee.)

A certain naval event happened just about two calendar months after the publication of the Heroic Epistle. 'Twas impoffible, considering, the necessary preparations, it could have been sooner. Facts are stubborn things.


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