Behold! the marble ‡ busts turn pale,
At red'ning § LENOX's fad wail!

The || FAUN no more his pipe shall play;
And fee! the EAGLE's anger'd eye,

*

Reproach the hungry paffing by,
That robb'd him of his prey!

Soft sheds the moon her tranquil beam, + Where still the RICHMONDS live, Converfing lo! the DIGBYS feem,

The fons of honour grieve!

Sure, founds of fad lament arife!
Peace!-'twas alone my echoed fighs.
What deep diftrefs † that afpect wears!
eye which once outfhone the day
With frowns like mine, bright form! array
Mine, will I hide in tears.

That

THE

The white bufts in the hall.

§ A buft of one of the dukes of Richmond of a ruddy complexion.

A figure of a piping Faun: his inftrument is broke. *The bird held by a Ganymede to the Eagle, was destroyed by the fervants of the present tenant: this figure is com- . panion to the Faun; and ftands in the hall.

The painting gallery, adorned with the portraits of the families of the Lenox's, Digby's, and Fox's.

The mother of the prefent duke of Richmond, por trayed in widow's weeds.

THE STATESE MAN.

AN IRREGULAR ODE.

BUTE loves arbitrary rule,

A rule which plays the devil;
NORTH, tho' his firft and fav'rite tool's
A fecondary evil.

GERMAINE t' atone for former crimes,
Roars out for blood and flaughter;
And whilft on these he rings the chimes,
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 fings a catch, or mumbles W-y,
Or maudlin beats his drum.

JENKINSON Creeps a go-between,
A fhifter of each cab'net scene,
A puppet mov'd by wire;

! A running footman to the thane,
To do all jobbs-or foul, or clean-
An ev'ry thing for hire.

Fain would I SUFFOLK's name rehearse,
SUFFOLK once fung in patriot verse,

But

But here my mufe must end;
For DECIUS like, those paltry views,
Which kings to fpecious patriots ufe,
Bid him call BUTE his friend.

In law, one JEFFERIES rules alone,
For B-, on his woolpack throne,
Is mockery and pretence;
JEFFERIES, who gives his sense for law,
Then whip-behold he finds a flaw,
And gives his law for fenfe.

To these are joined some leffer hacks,
A kind of chorus to the packs,
Whose bus'nefs 'tis to rattle ;
Day puffers at Great Britain's fale,
Who now will praise, or now will rail,
Or at the levee prattle.

Protect us mighty Providence!

What would thefe madmen have?
Firft they would rob us of our pence,
Deceive us without common fenfe,
And without power en flave.

Shall free-born men, in humble awe,
Submit then to this fhame ?

Who from confent and cuftom draw,
The fame right to be rul'd by law,
Which kings pretend to reign.

JUPITER

Sawney---in right, pick out a flaw, Scotch treach❜ry graft on quibbling law, Soul---Body---Conscience barter: ---Your morals plant in Britain's foil, The beauty of our system spoil,

And boast your country's charter.

Ye fevers feize you mitred corps, Who vote and thirst for human gore; ---Tho' milk-white their attire, With zeal and blood their faces glow, -As Mount Vefuvius clad in fnow, Yet vomits liquid fire.

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Fitted for virtue's shrine;

---O Jebb! appease the fever's ftrife, (Britain owes you her Glofter's life) I'll fing your skill divine.

No more in festive mirth we fit,
Nor relish humour---wine or wit,
No joyous healths go round:

Of thee, my friend, alone we speak,
Whilft tears bedew each manly cheek,
And sadness spreads around.

For you foft beauty lifts the prayer,
To you---the timid blushing fair
Their tendereft wishes wing:
---For you Eliza tunes her voice,
She'll make the vocal lyre rejoice,
To rapture wake the ftring.

ODE,