II.

Sons of Fadruig *, strain your throats,
In your native Irish lays,

Sweater than the screach owl's notes,
Howl aloud your sov'reign's praise.
Quick to his hallow'd fane be led
A milk-white BULL, on soft potatoes fed:
His curling horns and ample neck
Let wreaths of verdant shamrock deck,
And perfum'd flames, to rache the sky,
Let fuel from our bogs supply,

Whilst we to George's health, a'en till the bowl runs

o'er

Rich strames of usquebaugh and sparkling whiskey pour.

III.

Of dithless fame immortal heirs,
A brave and patriotic band,
Mark where Ierne's Voluntares,
Array'd in bright disorder stand.

The Lawyer's corps, red fac'd with black,
Here drive the martial merchants back;
Here Sligo's bold brigade advance,
There Lim'rick legions sound their drum;
Here Gallway's gallant squadrons prance,
And Cork Invincibles are overcome!
The Union firm of Coleraine,

Are scatter'd o'er the warlike plain,

While Tipperary infantry pursues

The Clognikelty horse, and Ballyshannon blues.

* Ancient Irish name given to St. Patrick.

Full fifty thousand men we shew
All in our Irish manufactures clad,
Whaling, manœuv'ring to and fro,
And marching up and down like mad.

In fradom's holy cause they bellow, rant, and rave,
And scorn themsilves to know what they themsilves
would have!

Ah! should renowned Brunswick chuse,
(The warlike monarch loves reviews)

To see thase haroes in our Phanix fight,
Once more, amidst a wond'ring crowd,
The enraptur'd prince might cry aloud,

"Oh! Amherst, what a hivenly sight!" The loyal crowd with shouts should rind the skies, To hare their sov'reign make a spaach so wise!

IV.

Thase were the bands, 'mid tempests foul,
Who taught their master, somewhat loth,
To grant (Lord love his lib'ral soul !)
Commerce and constitution both.

Now pace restor❜d,

This gracious lord

Would tache them, as the scriptures say,

At laiste, that if

The Lord doth give,

The Lord doth likewise take away.

The celebrated speech of a Great Personage, on reviewing the camp at Cox-heath, in the year 1779, when a French invasion was apprehended; the report of which animating apostrophe is supposed to have struck such terror into the breasts of our enemies, as to have been the true occasion of their relinquishing the design.

We will, henceforth, for iver more,

Be after making iv'ry law, t

Great Britain shall have made before *.

V.

Hence, loath'd Monopoly,

Of Av'rice foul, and Navigation bred,
In the drear gloom

Of British Custom-house Long-room, 'Mongst cockets, clearances, and bonds unholy, Hide thy detested head.

But come, thou goddess fair and free,
Hibernian reciprocity!

(Which manes, if right I take the plan,

Or ilse the traity divil burn!

Το get from England all we can;

And give her nothing in return!)
Thee, JENKY, skill'd in courtly lore,
To the swate lipp'd William bore,
He Chatham's son (in George's reign
Such mixture was not held a stain),
Of garish day-light's eye afraid,
Through the postern-gate convey'd;
In close and midnight cabinet,
Oft the secret lovers met.

Haste thee, nymph, and quick bring o'er
Commerce, from Britannia's shore;
Manufactures, arts, and skill,

Such as may our pockets fill.

* Vide the Fourth Proposition.

And, with thy left hand, gain by stealth,
Half our sister's envied wealth,
Till our island shall become

Trade's complate imporium *.

Thase joys, if reciprocity can give,

Goddess with thec hinceforth let Paddy live!

VI.

Next to great George be peerless Billy sung :-
Hark! he spakes! his mouth his opes!
Phrases, periods, figures, tropes,

Strame from his mellifluous tongue

Oh! had he crown'd his humble suppliant's hopes,
And given him near his much-lov'd Pitt,
Beyond the limits of the bar to sit,
How with his praises had St. Stephen's rung!
Though Pompey boast not all his patron's pow'rs,'
Yet oft have kind Hibernia's Peers

To rade his spaaches lent their ears:
So in the Senate, had his tongue, for hours.
Foremost, amid the youthful yelping pack,
That crow and cackle at the Premier's back,
A flow of Irish rhetoric let loose,

Beneath the Chicken scarce, and far above the Goose.

* Vide Mr. Orde's speech.

NUMBER XVI.

IRREGULAR ODE,

By EDWARD LORD THURLOW,

Lord High Chancellor of Great-Britain.

1.

DAMNATION seize ye all,

Who puff, who thrum, who bawl and squall!
Fir'd with ambitious hopes in vain,

The wreath, that blooms for other brows to gain;
IS THURLOW yet so little known?—
By G-d I swore, while GEORGE shall reign,
The seals, in spite of changes, to retain,
Nor quit the Woolsack till he quits the Throne!
And now, the Bays for life to wear,

Once more, with mightier oaths, by G-d I swear!
Bend my black brows that keep the Peers in awe,
Shake my full-bottom wig, and give the nod of law.

II.

What†tho' more sluggish than a toad,
Squat in the bottom of a well,

I too, my gracious Sov'reign's worth to tell,
Will rouse my torpid genius to an Ode!

This simile of myself I made the other day, coming out of Westminster Abbey. Lord Uxbridge heard it. I think, however, that I have improved it here, by the turn which follows.