But has he forgot it, or has he not known, What his queen to the world of her bounty hath

fhown?

And how the great folk went to fee it, and kiss it? What an op'ning there was, zounds how could he mifs it!

Here's his Majefty's health; if his courfe he can keep, he'll

Be father, as well as be king of his people:

For he shall beget him a nation of princes,
When this shall be flain, to fubdue his provinces.

Here's health to the king; to his queen more of her dues ;

To his poet more wit to display his best virtues;
To his council more wisdom (may Heaven foon

fend it)

And freedom to those who have hearts to defend it.

O D

D

E,

WRITTEN AT HOLLAND HOUSE, SEPTEMBER, 1776.

OFT to thefe walls the pilgrim grey,

With labour'd travel worn;

Has haften'd at the parting day,
And shelter'd till the morn.

The

The poor way farer, distant bound,
Pacing the frequent-haunted ground,

His feeble limbs lefs toil'd wou'd find ;
Refresh'd, he'd flumber thro' the night,
With pray'rs, depart at early light,
Yet-leave his foul behind.

No longer echoes round the hall
The strange romantic tale;
Nor mirth provokes, nor tripping ball,
The laugh o'er nut-brown ale.

Hope droops! whilft o'er each gothic room,
Pale melancholy spreads a gloom,

And pity mourns the ruin'd seat;

Old hofpitality is fled,

And northern FAMINE in his ftead,
Here, fixes, her retreat.

Back fly reflection-truth severe !

Let fancy for a while,
To † PEMBROKE lend a scornful fneer,

To † WINNINGTON a fmile.

The bufts of Lord Pembroke and Mr. Winnington, the mi❤ nifter, in the parlour; remarkable for such countenances,

Behold!

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

The white bufts in the hall.

+ A bust 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 prefent 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

THE STATES MAN.

AN

IRREGULAR ODE.

BUIE loves arbitrary rule,

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

GERMAIN t' atone for former crimes,
Roars out for blood and flaughter;
And whilst on these he rings the chimes,
Ne'r 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 huzza!
Then fings a catch, or mumbles W—y,
Or maudlin beats his drum.

JENKINSON creeps a go-between,
A fhifter of each cabinet fcene,
A puppet mov'd by wire ;

A running footman to the thane,

To do all jobbs-or foul, or clean

Au ev'ry thing for hire.

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

But

But here my muse must end;
For DECIUS like, thofe paltry viws,
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 fenfe for law,
Then whip-beholds he finds a flaw,
And gives his law for fenfe.

To thefe are join'd fome 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 praife, or now will rail,
Or at the levee prattle.

Protect us mighty Providence!

What would these madmen have?
First they would rob us of our pence,
Deceive us without common fenfe,
And without power enflave.

Shall free-born men, in humble awe,
Submit then to this fhame ?
Who from consent and cuftom draw,
The fame right to be rul'd by law,
Which kings pretend to reign.

JUPITER