lowers of Ignatius Loyola, and worthy a place in the New Foundling Hospital for Wit. WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER, 1767. HIS Excellency the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland is faid to have a fingular turn for portrait painting, which he willingly employs in the service of his friends. He performs gratis, and feldom gives them the trouble of fitting for their pictures. But I believe the talents of this ingenious nobleman never E 6 bad had fo fair an occafion of being employed to advan tage as at prefent. It happens very fortunately for him, that he has now a set of friends, who feem intended by nature for the fubjects of fuch a pencil. In delineating their features to the public, he will have an equal opportunity of displaying the delicacy of his hand, and, upon which he chiefly piques himself, the benevolence of his heart. But confidering the importance of his prefent cares, I would fain endeavour to fave him the labour of the defign, in hopes that he will bestow a few moments more upon the execution. Yet I will not presume to claim the merit of invention. The blindnefs of chance has done more for the painter than the warmest fancy could have imagined; and has brought together fuch a group of figures as I believe never appeared in real life, or upon canvas before. Your principal character, my lord, is a young d-mounted upon a lofty phaeton; his head grows giddy; his horfes carry him violently down a precipice; and a bloody carcafe, the fatal emblem of Bri tannia, lies mangled under his wheels. By the fide of this furious charioteer fits Caution without Fore fight, a motley thing, half military, fcarce civil. He too would guide; but, let who will drive, is determined to have a feat in the carriage. If it be poffible, my lord, give him to us in the attitude of an orator orator eating the end of a period, which may begin with, "I did not fay I would pledge myself"The rest he eats. Your next figure must bear the port and habit of a judge; the laws of England under his feet, and before his distorted vifion, a dagger, which he calls the law of nature, and which marshals him the way to murder the c- -ft. ∙n. of the In fuch good company the refpectable p c----- cannot be omitted. A reasonable number of decrees must be piled up behind him, with the word REVERSED in capital letters upon each of them, and out of his decent lips a compliment à la Tilbury, "Hell and d -n blast you all!" N. B. It would not be amifs to give him the air of farting at the decrees above-mentioned. There is still a young man, my lord, will make a capital figure in the piece. are too happily marked to be mistaken. of his face will be sufficient to give us who I think His features A single line the heir appa"A little more rent of Loyola, and all the college. "of the devil, my lord, if you please, about the "eyebrows; that's enough, a perfect Malagrida, "I proteft!" So much for his perfon; and as for his mind, a blinking bull-dog placed near him Think on the Tower and me, despair and die; Enter the ghost of Ralph. Allen, efq; Let me be laid within thy bofom, Ch―m, Enter the ghost of Sir William Pynfent. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow; Chorus of English ghosts deftroyed in Germany. Awake, awake, inhuman murderer ! Think how we bled to raise thy once-lov'd name, To future peers a terrible example. The The ghost of William earl of Bath. Brother in guilt, remember me to-morrow; Unpitied and dishonour'd, now appear To warn thee of the danger of to-morrow. This print will be diftributed gratis to the late G-t Cr's remaining friends in the common-council, as few copies will now ferve that purpose. Subfcriptions to be taken in at Mr. Dingley's, at North-End, at alderman Beckford's in Soho-Square, and at the Peer's new friend, colonel W. Barré, vicetreasurer of Ireland. THE RATS AND THE CHEESE." IF bees a government maintain, Why may not rats, of ftronger brain Their prince (his fubjects more to please) Had got a mighty Cheshire cheese, |