NUMBER VII. MR. MASON having laid aside the more noble subject for a Probationary Ode, viz. the Parliamentary Reform, upon finding that the Rev. Mr. Wyvil had already made a considerable progress in it, has adopted the following. The argument is fimple and interesting, adapted either to the harp of Pindar, or the reed of Theocritus, and as proper for the 4th of June, as any day of the year. It is almost needless to inform the public, that the University of Oxford has earnestly longed for a visit from their Sovereign, and, in order to obtain this honour without the fatigue of forms and ceremonies, they have privately desired the Master of the Staghounds, upon turning the stag out of the cart, to set his head in as straight a line as possible, by the map, towards Oxford: which probably, on some auspicious day, will bring the Royal Hunt to the walls of that city. This expedient, conceived in so much wisdom, as well as loyalty, makes the subject of the following, IRREGULAR ODE, By MR. MASON. I. O green-rob'd Goddess of the hallow'd shade, Thee, lovely maid, LATONA bore, And fills the soul with Nature's harmony! Or 'mid that murky grove's monastic night, The tangling net-work of the woodbine's gloom, Each zephyr pregnant with perfume Or near that delving dale, or mossy mountain's height When Neptune struck the scientific ground. II. From Attica's deep-heaving side, Unless to shew how near allied Bright science is to exercise ! III. If then the horse to wisdom is a friend, Why not the hound? why not the horn? Nor yet in tawny vests delight to bend ! For Jove himself decreed, That DIAN, with her sandal'd feet, By jovial cry o'er distant plain, To England's Athens, Brunswick's sylvan train! IV. Diana, Goddess all discerning! If the stag, with hairy nose, In Autumn ne'er had thought of love! V. Hunting, thus, is learning's friend! O'er Endymion's roseate breast ;- Round his milk-white li:nbs divine! Your brother's car rolls down the eastThe laughing hours bespeak the day! With flowery wreaths they strew the way! Kings of sleep! ye mortal race! For George with Dian 'gins the Royal chace ! VI. Visions of bliss, you tear my aching sight, Spare, O spare your poet's eyes! How each College sounds, From the dark tomb then break away ! Ah! see they rush to Friar Bacon's tower, Great George to greet, and hail his natal hour! VII. Radcliffe and Wolsey, hand in hand, Sweet gentle shades, there take their stand With Pomfret's learned dame; And Bodely join'd by Clarendon, Just arbiters of fame! ..... VIII. That fringed cloud sure this way bend All in Dian's livery seen. How they despise the tim'rous Hare! And thus an hundred Birth-Days more, Shall Heav'n to George afford from its capacious shore. NUMBER VIII CODE, By THE ATTORNEY-GENERAL. INDITE, my Masendite! "subpœna'd is thy lyre ! The praises to record, which rules of Court require! 'Tis thou, O Cho! Muse divine, And best of all the Council Nine, Must plead my cause-Great HATFIELD'S CECIL bids me sing The tallest, fittest man, to walk before the King! II. Of Sal'sbury's Earls the First (so tells th' historic page) 'Twas Nature's will to make most wonderfully sage; But then, as if too liberal to his mind, She made him crook'd before, and crook'd behind *. 'Tis not, thank Heav'n! my Cecil, so with thee; Thou last of Cecils, but unlike the first ; Thy body bears no mark'd deformity; The Gods decreed, and judgment was revers'd! For veins of Science are like veins of gold! Pure, for a time, they run; They end as they begun Alas! in nothing but a heap of mould! * Rapin observes, that Robert Cecil, the first Earl of Salisbury, was of a great genius; and though crooked before and behind, Nature supplied that defect with noble endowments of mind. |