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Let these prefer a levee's harmless talk,
Verse 76. And break the black afperity of fate.]
« Si qua fata afpera rumpas, Tu Marcellus eris."
Whate'er his fame or fate, on this depend He is, and means to be, his country's friend. 'Tis but to try his strength that now he sports With Chinese gardens, and with Chinese courts : 90 But if that country claim a graver strain, If real danger threat fair Freedom's reign, If hireling P**rs, in prostitution bold, Sell her as cheaply as themselves they fold ; Or they, who honour'd by the People's choice, 95 Against that people lift their rebel voice, And bafely crouching for their paltry pay, Vote the best birthright of her sons away, Permit a nation's in-born wealth to fly In mean, unkingly prodigality ;
100 Nor, e'er they give, ask how the sums were spent, So quickly squander'd, tho' so lately lent-If this they dare, the thunder of bis song, Rolling in deep-ton'd energy along, Shall strike, with Truth's dead bolt, each miscreant's name,
105 Who, dead to duty, senseless e'en to fhame, Betray'd his country. Yes, ye faithless crew, His muse's vengeance shall your crimes pursue, Stretch you on Satire's rack, and bid you lie Fit garbage for the hell-hound, Infamy,
ODE TO MR. PINCHBECK, UPON HIS NEWLY IN.
VENTED PATENT CANDLE•SNUFFERS. BY MAL. COLM M'GREGOR, ESQ; AUTHOR OF THE HEROIC EPISTLE TO SIR WILLIAM CHAMBERS, AND THE HEROIC POSTSCRIPT. *
Quoufque ergo frustrà pascemus ignigenum iftum ?
Apuleii Met. Lib. 76 Why should a Patent be granted to this Candle-Snuffer in vain ?
ILLUSTRIOUS Pinchbeck! condescend,
These lyric lines to view ;
That burns a little blue.
ADVERTISE MEN T. Ever fince my first publication, the curiosity, not to say anxiety, of the world concerning my name, has been so great, that it has trequently given me pain to conceal what the world will now see it was not possible in my power to discover.
In short, I had no name, till the royal favour lately restored my very antient and honourable clan to its pristine title and honours. I was therefore in the same deplorable case with a certain nameless lady, whom I have long had the honour to call my neighbour, and who, I sincerely hope, will soon, oy the same favour, be restored to
Come then, ingenious artist, come
Into each polish'd handle ;
To trim Old England's candle.
But first we pray, for its relief,
It elfe must quickly rue it ;
The melting of the fuet.
There's Twitcher too, that old he-witch,
* These initials, like those in the Barns of Marriage publishcd betweca N. and M, may be fill’d up at the reader's plea. sure.
Vide Common Prayer Book.