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There at one glance, the royal eye shall meet Each varied beauty of St. James's Street;

Stout T*lb*t there fhall ply with hackney chair,

And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-shop there.

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Like diftant 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:

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And as the powers of his ftrong pathos rife,
Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir F1**r's eyes.
While skulking round the pews, that babe of grace,
Who ne'er before at fermon fhew'd his face,
See Jemmy Twitcher fhambles ; ftop! ftop thief!
He's ftol'n the E* of D*nb*h's handkerchief.

Verfe 115. Stout T**t, &c.) "Some of thefe eunuchs perfonate porters.' Page 32.

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Verse 116, And Patriot Betty.) "Fruits and all forts of refreshments are cried about the ftreets in this mock city." Page 33.

Verse 122. Lo, brazen tears, &c.)

Drew IRON tears down Pluto's cheek.

Milton.

"Neither

Verse 125. See Jemmy Twitcher shambles.)

are thieves, pickpockets, and fharpers forgot in these feftivals; that noble profeffion is ufually allotted to a good num-ber of the most dexterous eunuchs." Ibid.

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

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Be these the rural paftimes that attend Great B*nfw*k's leifure: thefe fhall beft unbend His royal mind, whene'er, from state withdrawn,. He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn; Thefe fhall 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, obfequious rife
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.
"The watch feizes on the

Verse 127,
Let B**n.)
culprit." Page 33.

Verse 128. And M**d, &c.)

"He Is conveyed be

fore the judge, and sometimes feverely baftinadoed." Ibid. Verfe 129, But hark, &c.) "Quarrels happen-battles enfue." Ibid.

Verfe 132. Circumcife C*s F*.) "Every liberty is permitted, there is no diftinction of perfons." Ibid.

Verfe 134, And all the maids of honour, &c.) "This is done to divert his Imperial Majefty, and the ladies of his train." Ibid.

ΑΝ

BY

AN HEROIC POSTSCRIPT TO THE PUBLIC, OCCASIONED THEIR FAVOURABLE RECEPTION OF A LATE HEROIC EPISTLE TO SIR WILLIAM CHAMBERS, KNT. ETC. BY THE AUTHOR OF THAT EPISTLE.

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,

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Comptroller General of the works of taste), Now to the public tune my grateful lays, Warm'd with the fun-fhine of the Public praise : Warm'd 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 facred features bore ΙΟ Of George the good, the gracious, and the

great,

Unfil'd, unfweated, all of fterling weight;

Verse 1. I that of late)

Ille ego qui quondam, &c. .

VIRGIL, or fomebody for him.

Verfe 4. Works of taste) Put fynonimously for his Ma

jefty's works. See Sir William's title page.

Or,

Or, were they not, they pass'd with current eafe,
Good feemings then were good realities:
No Senate had convey'd, by fmuggling 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 fcales,
And find him wanting, all fave me alone,
For, fad to fay! my glittering orbs are gone. 20
But ill befeems a poet to repent,

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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 Mufe's fickle bring
To cut down Dunces, wherefoe'er they fpring,
Bind in poetic fheaves the plenteous crop,
And ftack my full-ear'd load in Almon's shop.
For now, my Mufe, thy fame is fixt as fate,
Tremble ye Fools I fcorn, ye Knaves I hate; 30
I know the vigour of thy eagle wings,

I know thy ftrains 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.) Mafter of the Mint.

Verfe 19. And find him wanting.) in the balances, and art found wanting.

V. 27.

Thy

Thou art weighed

Daniel, chap. 8.

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

Emperor

Thy fong could cure his Afiatic spleen,
And make him wish to fee and to be seen ;
That folemn vein of irony fo fine,

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Which, e'en Reviewers own, adorns thy line, Would make him foon against his greatnefs fin, Defert his fofa, mount his palanquin,

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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 profe verfion of an ode of his Majefty upon tea, in his poftfcript to his Differtation. I am, however, vain enough to think, that the Emperor's compofition would have appeared still better in my heroic verse; but Sir William foreftalled it; on which account I have entirely broke with him.

"A fine vein

Verfe 37. That folemn vein of irony.) of folemn irony runs through this piece. See Monthly Review, under the article of the Heroic Epiftle to Sir William Chambers.

Verfe 43. There fhould he fee.) A certain naval event happened just about two calendar months after the publication of the Heroic Epiftle. 'Twas impoffible, confidering the neceffary preparations, it could have been fooner. Facts are ftubborn things.

And

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