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Praise him for his first donations;
Praise him for his blest translations,
Benefices, dispensations.

By the powers of a crown;

By the many made for one ;
By a monarch's awful distance,
Rights divine, and non-resistance,
Honour, triumph, glory give

Praise him in his might!

Praise him in his height ! The mighty, mighty height of his prerogative!

RECITATIVE by an Archbishop.

Orchestras, of thousands strong,
With Zadoc's zeal each note prolonga

Prepare !

Prepare !
Bates gives the animating nod-
Sudden they strike—unnumber'd -strings
Vibrate to the best of Kings
Eunuchs, Stentors, double basses,
Lab'ring lungs, inflated faces,

Bellows working,
Elbows jerking,
Scraping, beating,
Roaring, Sweating.

the Right Reverend Author. The numerous bench (for there will hardly bo more than three absentees) who will begin to chaunt the subsequent chorus from their box at the right hand of his most sacred Majesty, will have fino effect both on the car and eye.

Thro’ the old Gothic roofs be the chorus rebounded,
'Till Echo is deafen'd, and thunder dumb-founded :
And now another pause and now another nod
-All proclaim a present God!

* Bishops and Lords of the Bedchamber,
George submissive Britain sways;
Heavy Hanover obeys.

in the Lords of the bed-chamber, &c.] Candour obliges us to confess, that this designation of the performers, and in truth the following stanza, did not stand in the original copy, delivered into the Lord Chamberlain's Office. Indeed, Signor Delpini had his doubts as to the legality of admitting it, not. withstanding Mr. Rose's testimony, that it was actua’ly and bona fide composed with the rest of the Ode, and had only accidentally fallen into the same drawer of Mr. Pitt's bureau in which he had lately mislaid Mr. Gibbins's note. Mr. Banks's testimony was also solicited to the same effect; but he had left off vouching for the present session. Mr. Pepper Arden, indeed, with the most intrepid liberality, engaged to find authori:y for it in the statutes at large ; on which Signor Delpini, with his usual terseness of repartee, instantly exclaimed, Ha! ha! ha! However, the difficulty was at length obviated by an obsc:a vation of the noble Lord who presided, that in the case of the King versus Atkinson, the House of Lords had established the right of judges to amend a record, as Mr. Quurme had informed his Lordship immediately after his having voted for that decision. Here er.d Mr. Robinson's noles.

" A present God,
“ Heavy Hanover,

Abject Commons," &c.
The imitation will be obvious to the classical reader,

Præsens divus habcbitur
Augustus, abjectis Britannis,

Imperio, gravibusque Persis. Hor. All the editors of Hoiace have hitherto read adjectis B:itannis. Our author, as sound a critic as a divine, suo periculo, makes the alteration of a single letter, and thereby gives a new and peculiar force to the application of the passage. N. B. Abject, in the author's understanding of the word, means that precise degree of submission due from a free people to monarchy. It is further worthy remark, that Horace wrote the Ode alluded to, before Britain was subjected to

Proud Ierne's volunteers,
Abject Commons, prostrate Peers

All proclaim a present God (On the necks of all he trod)

A present God!
A present God!


absolute sway; and consequently the passage was meant as a prophetic compliment 10 Augustus. Those who do not think that Britain is yet sufficiently abject, will regard the imitation in the same light. We shall close this subject by observing, how much better GRAVIBUS applies in the imitation than in the original ; and how well the untruth of Ierne's volunteers joining in the deifica. Lion, exemplifies the dedicatory address of the lie SUBLIME.

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Help! help! I say, Apollo !
· To you I call, to you I bollo;
My Muse would fain bring forth ;

God of Midwives come along

Bring into light iny little song,
See how its parent labours with the birth;

My brain ! my brain !

What horrid pain; Come, now prithee come, I say :

Nay, if you won't, then stay away— Without thy help, I've sung full many a lay.


To lighter themes let other bards resort;'
My verse shall tell the glories of the Court.
Behold the Pensioners, a martial band;
Dreadful, with rusty battle-axe in hand

Quarterly and daily waiters,

A lustier troop, ye brave Beefeaters,
Sweepers, Marshals, Wardıobe brushers,
Patrician, and Plebeian ushers;
Ye too, who watch in inner rooms;
Ye Lords, ye Gentlemen, and Grooms;

Oh1 careful guard your royal Master's slumber,
Lest factious flies his sacred face incumber,
But ah! how weak my song!
Crouds still on crouds impetuous rush along,
I see, I see, the motly group appear,
Thurlow in front, and Chandos in the rear;
Each takes the path his various genius guides
O'er Cabinets this, and that o'er Cooks presides !


Hail ! too, ye beds, where, when his labour closes,
With ponderous limbs great CINCINNATUS doses !
Oh! say what fate the Arcadian King betides
When playful Mab his wandering fancy guides, .

Perhaps he views his HOWARD's wit
Make SHERIDAN submissive sit;
Perhaps o'er foes he conquest reaps :
Perhaps some ditch he dauntless leaps ;
Now shears his people, now his mutton ;

Now makes a Peer, and now a button.
Now mightier themes demand his care;

HASTINGS for assistance flies;
Bulses glittering skim the air ;

Hands unstretch'd would grasp the prize,
But no diamond they find there ;

For awak’d, by amorous pat,
Good lack! his gentle CHARLOTTE cries,

What would your Majesty be at ?
The endearing question kindles fierce desire,
And all the monarch owns the lover's fire ;

The pious King fulfils the heav’oly plan,
And little annual BRUNSWICKS speak the mighty man!

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