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Yi Whether you sip Aonias' wame; $r's it .
On in thy stream, fair Liffy, lave; i..'si
Gold !--thou bright benignant pow'r !
Parent of the jocund hour, ..
Thou, whose high and potent skill,
Turns things and persons at thy will !
Can make a wise man of a fool,
How oft I sigh’d,
How seldom kiss'd;
O'er many a sod,
To count thy acres o’er ;
Or spent my time,
For marle or lime,
With anxious zeal to bore * !
Oh, sad example of capricious Fate !
Sue Irishmen in vain !
Fail e'en a maid to gain ?
• When Lord Mountmorres went down into the country, some years ago to pay his addresses to a lady of large fortune, whose name we forbear to mention, his Lordship took up his abode for several days in a small public-house in the neighbourhood of her residence, and employed his time in making all proper enquiries, and prudent observation upon the nature, extent, and value of her property:-he was seen measuring the trees with his eye, and was at last found in the ct of boring for marle ; when being roughly interrogated by one of the lady's servants, to avoid chastisement he confessed his name, and delivered his amorous credentials. The amour terminated as ten thousand others of the noble Lord's have done!
Why have I view'd th' ideal clock *,
Or mourn'd the visionary hour ?
The fancy'd pointer verge to four ?
“ 'Twas mine to urge the grave debate !" " Or mourn the rest, untimely broken !"
All this to say—all this to do,
In form so native, neat, and new,
Pompeys there are of every shape and size:
Some are the Great y-clep’d, and soine the Little, Some with their deeds that fill the wond'ring skies, And some on ladies' laps that eat their vittle!
'Tis Morres' boast-'tis Morres' pride,
To be to both ally'd !
* An allusion is here made to a speech published by the nuble Lord, which, as the title-page imports, was intended tu have been spoken ; in which his Lordship, towards the conclusion, gravely remarks: -" Having, Sir, so " long encroaches upon the patience of the House; and observing by the clock " that the hour has become so excessively late, nothing remains for me but to u return my sincere thanks to you, Sir, and the other gentlemen of this “ House, for the particular civility, and extreme attention, with which I “ have been heard :-the interesting nature of the occasion has betrayed me * into a much greater length than I had any idea originally of running into; " and if the casual warmth of the moment has led me into the least personal “ indelicacy towards any man alive, I am very ready to beg pardun of him " and this House, Sir, for having so done."
That of all various Pompeys, he
Forms one complete epitome !
A common butt to all mankind,
'Tis my hard lot to be ;
Then dearest DE’L,
Thy praise I'll tell,
Unwarp'd by Hope-unmov’d by Gain,
Then from my pristine labours I'll relax: .
Of all my former grief-
Here find a snug relief!
* This line is literally transcribed from a speech of Lord Moun:morres's, when Candidate some years ago for the Representation of the Ci'y of Westminster.
By Sir GEORGE HOWARD, K. B.
Re mi fa sol,
My Muse, for George prepare the splendid song, Oh may it float on Schwellenburgen's voice !
Let Maids of Honour sing it all day long, That Hoggaden's fair ears may hear it, and rejoice.
II. What subject first shall claim thy courtly strains ? Wilt thou begin from Windsor's sacred brow, Where erst, with pride and pow'r elate,
The Tudors sate in sullen state, While Rebel Freedom, forc'd at length to bow, Retir'd reluctant from her fav’rite plains ?
Ah! while in each insulting tower you trace
The features of that tyrant race,