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 distress that afpect wears!
That eye which once outfhone the day
With frowns like mine, bright form! array
Mine, will I hide in tears.

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 companion 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, portrayed 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 shifter 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 verfe,

But

But here my mufe must end;
For DECIUS like, those paltry views,
Which kings to fpecious patriots use,
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 sense.

To these are joined some leffer hacks,
A kind of chorus to the packs,

Whose bus'nefs 'tis to rattle

e;

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 slave.

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

JUPITER

AND

MERCURY.

A FA B L E.

WRITTEN SOME TIME SINCE BY DAVID GAR RICK, ESQ

HERE Hermes, fays Jove who with nectar was. mellow,

Go fetch me fome clay---I will make an odd fel

low :

Right and wrong fhall be jumbled,---much gold, and fome drofs :

Without cause be he pleas'd, without caufe be he

crofs;

Be fure as I work, to throw in contradictions,
A great love of truth; yet a mind turn'd to fie-

tions;

Now mix these ingredients, which warm'd in the baking,

Turn to Learning, and Gaming, Religion, and

Raking,

With the love of a wench, let his writings be chafte;

Tip his tongue with ftrange matter, his pen with fine tafte,

That the Rake and the Poet o'er all may prevail, Set fire to the head, and fet fire to the tail:

For

For the joy of each fex on the world I'll beftow it: This Scholar, Rake, Chriftian, Dupe, Gamefter, and Poet,

Thro' a mixture fo odd, he fhall merit great fame, And among brother mortals-be GOLDSMITH his name!

When on earth this ftrange meteor, no more fhall appear,

You Hermes fhall fetch him,-to make us fport here!

EPIGRA M.

1

BY

THE SAME.

SAYS epicure Quin! fhould the D-1 in H-ll,

In fishing for men take delight,

His hook bait with ven'fon, I love it fo well,
By G--d, I am fure I should bite!

QUIN'S SOLILOQUY,

ON SEEING DUKE HUMPHRY AT ST. ALBAN'S.

BY THE SAME.

A Plague on Egypt's arts, I say!
Embalm the dead! on fenfelefs clay

VOL. II.

Rich