The charge began; but on one fide
Some flackness there was found;
The fmart cockade in duft was laid,
And trampled on the ground.

Some felt fore thwacks upon their backs,
Some, pains within their bowels;
All who did joke the Royal Oak

Were well rubb'd with its towels.

Then terror feiz'd the plumed troop,
Who turn'd themselves to flight;
Foul rout and fear brought up the rear:
Oh! 'twas a piteous fight!

Each warrior urg'd his nimble steed ;
But none durft look behind;
Th' infulting foe, they well did know
Had got them in the wind;

Who ne'er loft scent until they came
Under the gallows tree :

"Now, faid their foes, we'll not oppose
"Your certain destiny.

"No farther help of our's ye lack,

"Grant mercy with your doom!

"Truft to the care o' th' three-legg'd mare;

"She'll bring you all safe home.”

Then

Then wheel'd about, with this loud fhout,
"Confufion to the Rump!"

Leaving each knight to mourn his plight
Beneath the triple stump.-

Now Heav'n preserve fuch hearts as these
From fecret treachery!

Who hate a knave, and fcorn a flave,
May fuch be ever free!

A TARPAULIN OPINION UPON SOME NEW PRO

MOTIONS.

JACK reckons up the admirals we have,

And wonders what a plague we mean by new? Why, faith half thefe might ferve, if half were brave,

But twice as many cowards are too few.

AN EPIGRA M.

SAYS Watkin to Cotton, "I thought my lord Gower "(You told me) intended to leave us no more." Says Cotton, He has not.'-Says Watkin, "You lye. "And you too, Sir John, have a place + by the bye. "I thought all your boastings would end in a farce; "Pray where's the Broad Bottom?" Says Cotton,

WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF DR. HAYTER, BISHOP OF NORWICH,

300N AFTER HE WAS DISMISSED FROM HIS POST OF GOVERNOR TO THE PRINCE OF WALES IN 1752.

NOT gentler virtues glow'd in Cambray's breast,
Not more his young Telemachus was bless'd;
"Till envy, faction, and ambitious rage
Drove from a guilty court the pious fage.
Back to his flock with tranfport he withdrew,
And but one figh, an honeft one he knew!
O guard my royal pupil, heav'n! he faid;
Let not his youth be, like my age, betray'd!
I would have form'd his footsteps in thy way→
But" vice prevails, and impious men bear sway."

AN ODE

TO THE MOST UNPOPULAR MAN LIVING.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1753.

SIR, while your heart with transport glows
To find your most important nofe

Loft in your P- -s ear;

Perceive you not, with ftrange furprize,
How Fortune smiles on fome folks lyes,

Tho' Truth herself appear?

While your wife counfels, and your cares
Affect a nation's vaft affairs,

A kingdom, and a -,

Is all your breaft calm and ferene,

As when you walk'd on * Winton's Green,
And dreamt of no such thing?

Envy, you'll fay, your worth attends
Maliciously, like treach'rous friends,
Perfidious to their truft;

Nor may ev'n Fortune's fav'rites find,
That they alone, of all mankind,
Escape by being juft.

But fay, fince in a luckless hour
You roll in wealth, and rofe to pow'r,
How relish you the scene?

Is then ambition quite as bleft
As fhe in Fancy's garb is dreft ?—
How feel you, Sir, within ?

Can you reflect, without remorse ?
I fear you can-fo much the worfe-

But, Sir, How are your dreams?
Free are they all from guilt and fear?
See you not injur'd Norwich there,

Or Harcourt cross the Thames ?

The family feat.

Or

Or feem you lightly fill to rife
In vifionary dignities,

With nothing to retard?

With ev❜n Britannia's council's set,
To weigh your merit to the state,
And give the due reward!

Or wakeful to your country's call,
Say rather, can't you fleep at all?

-Not sleep a wink?—Yet know

For fuch defert, a proper ftate
Is fix'd by the decrees of fate
-Amongst the shades below.

Pirithous and the ‡ Lapithæ,
Stretch'd at the royal banquet fee-

Pirithous. A man who, to accomplish his ambitious. views, went to hell, and was torn in pieces by Cerberus.

Lapithæ. A people of Theffaly, who violated the laws of hospitality, at a prince's table.

Quid memorem Lapithas, Ixonia, Pirithoumque?
Quos fuper atra Silex jam jam lapfura, cadentique
Imminet affimilis. Lucent genialibus altis
Aurea fulcra toris, epulæque ante ora paratæ
Regifico luxu: Furiarum maxima juxta

Accubat, et manibus prohibet contingere menfas,"
Exurgitque facem attollens, atque intonat ore.

VIRG. Lib. 6.

Thus