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From the high hustings spoke-" This pipe be thine, 115 "This pipe, the fav'rite present of the Nine,

"On which WILL WHITEHEAD play'd those powerful "airs,

"Which to ST. JAMES's drew reluctant May'rs, "And forc'd stiff-jointed Aldermen to bend ;

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Sing thou on this thy SAL'SBURY, sing thy friend; 120 "Long may he live in thy protecting strains,

"And HATFIELD vie with TEMPE's fabled plains!" Why should I tell th' election's horrid tale, That scene of libels, riots, blood, and ale?

There of SAM HOUSE the horrid form appeared; 125

Round his white apron howling monsters reared
Their angry clubs; mid broken heads they polled;
And HooD's best sailors in the kennel rolled!
Ah! why MAHON's disastrous fate record?
Alas! how fear can change the fiercest lord!

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See the sad sequel of the grocers' treat

Behold him darting up St. James's-street,

Pelted, and scar'd by BROOKE's hellish sprites,

And vainly fluttering round the door of WHITE's!

All this, and more he told, and every word

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With silent awe th' attentive striplings heard,

When, bursting on their ear, stern PEARSON's note Proclaim'd the question put, and called them forth to vote.

IMITATIONS.

Ver. 127. Quid loquar-Scyllum quam fama secuta est

Candida succinctam latrantibus inguina monstris

-gurgite in alto

Ah timidos nautas canibus lacerasse marinis.

Ver. 132. Aut ut mutatos Terei norraverit artus :

Quas illi Philomela dapes, quæ dona pararit,

Quo cursû deserta petiverit, & quibus ante
Infelix sua tecta supervolitæ erit alis.

JEKYLL.

miserabile Carmen

Integrat, & mæstis latè loca questibus implet.-VIRGIL,

JEKYLL, the wag of law, the scribblers pride,

Calne to the senate sent-when TOWNSHEND died.
So LANSDOWNE will'd:-the old hoarse rook at rest,
A jackdaw phoenix chatters from his nest.
Statesman and lawyer now, with clashing cares,

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Th' important youth roams thro' the Temple squares;
Yet stays his step, where, with congenial play,
The well-known fountain babbles day by day:
The little fountain-whose restricted course,
In low faint Essays owns its shallow sourse.
There, to the tinkling jet he tun'd his tongue,
While LANSDOWNE's fame, and LANSDOWNE's fall,

he sung.

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"Where were our friends, when the remorseless crew "Of felon whigs-great LANSDOWNE's pow'r o'er

threw ?

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"For neither then, within St. Stephen's wall "Obedient WESTCOTE hail'd the Treasury-call; "Nor treachery then had branded EDEN's fame, "Or taught mankind the miscreant MINCHIN's name,

Joyful no more (tho' TOMMY spoke so long) "Was high-born HOWARD's cry, or PowNEY's pratt

❝ling tongue.

"Vain was thy roar, MAHON !-tho' loud and deep; 21 "Not our own GILBERT could be rous'd from sleep. "No bargain yet the tribe of PHIPPS had made: "LANSDOWNE ! you sought in vain ev'n MULGRAVE'S

"aid;

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"MULGRAVE-at whose harsh scream in wild surprise, "The speechless Speaker lifts his drowsy eyes. "Ah! hapless day! still as thy hours return, "Let Jesuits, Jews, and sad Dissenters mourn! « Each quack and sympathizing juggler groan, "While bankrupt brokers echo moan for moan. «Oh! much-lov'd peer!-my patron!-model !—

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"How does thy alter'd state my bosom rend. "Alas! the ways of courts are strange and dark! PITT scarce would make thee now-a Treasury" clerk !"

Stung with the maddening thought, his griefs, his fears Dissolve the plaintiff councellor in tears.

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"How oft," he cries, "has wretched LANSDOWNE

« said;

"Curs'd be the toilsome hours by statesmen led!
"Ob! had kind heaven ordain'd my humbler fate
"A country gentleman's-of small estate-
"With Price and Priestly in same distant grove,

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"Blest I had led the lowly life I love.

"Thou, Price, had deign'd to calculate my flocks!

Thou, Priestley! sav'd them from the lightning shocks! "Unknown the storms and tempests of the state-

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"In Bowood's shade had pass'd my peaceful days,
"Far from the town and its delusive ways;
"The crystal brook my beverage—and my food
« Hips, carnels, haws, and berries of the wood."
"Blest peer! eternal wreaths adorn thy brow!
"Thou CINCINNATUS of the British plough!
"But rouse again thy talents and thy zeal!

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Thy Sovereign, sure, must wish thee Privy-seal. Or, what if from the seals thou art debarr'd? " CHANDOS, at least, he might for thee discard. "Come, LANSDOWNE ! come-thy life no more thy own, "Oh! brave again the smoke and noise of town: "For Britain's sake, the weight of greatness bear,

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« And suffer honours thou art doom'd to wear."
To thee her Princes, lo! where India sends !
All BENFIELD's here-and there all HASTINGS' friends;
MACPHERSON-WRAXALL-SULLIVAN-behold!

CALL-BARWELL-MIDDLETON with heaps of gold!
Rajahs-Nabobs-from Oude-Tanjore-Arcot- 65
And see!(nor oh! disdain him!)-MAJOR SCOTT.
Ah! give the Major but one gracious nod:
Ev'n PITT himself once deign'd to court the squad.
"Oh! be it theirs, with more than patriot heat,
"To snatch their virtues from their lov'd retreat: 70

"Drag thee reluctant to the haunts of men,

"And make the minister-Oh! God!--but when !" Thus mourn'd the youth-'till, sunk in pensive grief,

He woo'd his handkerchief for soft relief.

In either pocket either hand he threw;

When, lo!-from each, a precious tablet flew.
This his sage patron's wond'rous speech on trade:
This his own book of sarcasms ready made.

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Tremendous book!-thou motley magazine
Of stale severities, and pilfer'd spleen!
O! rich in ill!-within thy leaves entwin'd,
What glittering adders lurk to sting the mind.
Satire's Museum!-with SIR ASHTON's lore,
The naturalist of malice eyes thy store:
Ranging, with fell Virtû, his poisonous tribes
Of embryo sneers, and anamalcule gibes.
Here insect puns their feeble wings expand
To speed, in little flights, their lord's command:
There, in their paper chrysalis, he sees

Specks of bon mots, and

repartees.

eggs of
In modern spirits ancient wit he steeps;

If not its gloss, the reptile's venom keeps:
Thy quaintness' DUNNING! but without thy sense:
And just enough of Bt, for offence.

On these lov'd leaves a transient glance he threw:
But weighter themes his anxious thoughts pursue.
Deep senatorial pomp intent to reach,

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With ardent eyes he hangs o'er LANSDOWNE's speech. Then, loud the youth proclaims the enchanting words That charm'd the "noble natures" of the lords.

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"Lost and obscur'd in Bowood's humble bow'r,

"No party tool-no candidate for pow'r-
"I come, my lords! an hermit from my cell,

"A few blunt truths in my plain style to tell.

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Highly I praise your late commercial plan; "Kingdoms should all unite-like man and man. "The French love peace-ambition they detest; "But Cherburg's frightful works deny me rest. "With joy I see new wealth for Britain shipp'd, "Lisbon's a froward child and should be whipp'd.

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