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Behold! the marble I bufts turn pale,
The Il Faun no more his pipe shall play ; And see! the EAGLE's anger'd eye, Reproach the hungry passing by,
That robb’d him of his prey !
Soft sheds the moon her tranquil beam,
+ Where still the RICHMONDS live, Conversing lo! the Digbys seem,
The sons of honour grieve
Sure, founds of sad lament arise!
What deep distress that aspect wears !
which once outihone the day With frowns like mine, bright form! array
Mine, will I hide in tears.
| The white busts in the hall.
§ A bust of one of the dukes of Richmond of a ruddy. complexion.
|| A figure of a piping Faun: his instrument is broke.
* The bird held by a Ganymede to the Eagle, was destroyed by the servants of the present tenant: this figure is como o panion to the Faun; and stands in the hall,
+ The painting gallery, adorned with the portrajts of the families of the Lenox's, Digby's, and Fox's.
| The mother of the present duke of Richmond, pora trayed in widow's weeds.
THE STATE SEM A N.
AN IRREGULAR ODE.
BUTE loves arbitrary rule,
A rule which plays the devil;
A secondary evil.
Roars out for blood and Naughter;
Ne'er thinks of an hereafter. :
Rigby and WEYMOUTH, with French claret, Join in the chorus, “Let us war it,
" Tho' Britain be undone !" Whilft Jemmy TWITCHER cries huzzai! Then sings a catch, or mumbles W-Y,
Or maudlin bears his drum.
JENKINSON creeps a go-between,
A puppet mov’d by wire ;
An ev'ry thing for hire.
But here my muse must end;
Bid him call Bute his friend.
In law, one JEFFERIES rules alone,
Is mockery and pretence ;
And gives his law for sense.
Whose bus'ness 'tis to rattle ;
Or at the levee prattle.
What would these madmen have ?
And without power enslave.
Submit then to this shame?
Which kings pretend to reign.
Sawney---in right, pick out a flaw,
Soul-.-Body---Conscience barter: ---Your morals plant in Britain's foil, The beauty of our fyftem spoil,
And boast your country's charter.
Ye fevers seize
corps, Who vote and thirst for human gore ;
---Tho' milk-white their attire, With zeal and blood their faces glow, .--As Mount Vesuvius clad in snow,
Yet vomits liquid fire.
My Wyndham spare, in bloom of youth
propriety of this epithet, “ Among the great variety of animals in this country, one of the most remarkable is the Pe. rico Legere, or Nimble Peter, an ironical name given it on account of its extreme suggilhness and Noth.---Whenever he moves every tep is attended with such a plaintiff, and at the same time so disagreeable a cry as at once produces pity and disguft--- In this disagreeable cry confifts his whole defence, for he makes at every motion such howlings as are even insupportable to his pursuer, who foon quits him, and even Aies beyond the hearing of his horrid noise.”-..-.-N. B. A curious drawing of this emblematic animal may be seen in Capt. Phipps's celebrated voyage towards the North-Polco
Fitted for virtue's fhrine; ---O Jebb! appease the fever's strife, (Britain owes you her Gloster's life)
I'll fing your skill divine.
No more in festive mirth we fit,
No joyous healths go round:
And sadness spreads around.
For you soft beauty lifts the prayer,
Their tenderest wishes wing: ---For
Eliza tunes her voice, She'll make the vocal lyre rejoice,
To rapture wake the ftring.