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This kind of verse is adopted by the poet to avoid any appearance of too servile an imitation of the ROLLIAD. He begins,

Ye patriots all, both great and small,
Resign the palm to DELAVAL;
The virtues would'st thou practise all,
So in a month did DELAVAL.
A patriot first both stout and tall,
Firm for the day was DELAVAL.
The friend to court, where frowns appal,
The next became good DELAVAL.-
Wilt thou against oppression bawl?
Just so did valiant DELAVAL!
Yet in a month, thyself enthral,
So did the yielding DELAVAL:
Yet give to both, a dangerous fall,
So did reflecting DELAVAL.
If resignation's good in all,
Why so it is in DELAVAL:

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Just so you may 'gainst DELAVAL:

And if with foot you kick a ball,

E'en so you may-A DELAVAL.

'Gainst influence would'st thou vent thy gall,

Thus did the patriot DELAVAL:

Yet servile stoop to Royal call,

So did the loyal DELAVAL.

What friend to Freedom's fair-built Hall,

Was louder heard than DELAVAL?

Yet who the Commons rights to maul,

More stout was found than DELAVAL?

-Gainst Lords and Lordlings would'st thou brawl,
Just so did he-SIR DELAVAL:

Yet on thy knees, to honours crawl,
Oh! fo did he-LORD DELAVAL.

An evil sprite possessed SAUL,
And so it once did DBLAVAL.
Music did soon the sense recal,
Of ISRAEL'S King, and DELAVAL.
SAUL rose at DAVID's vile cat-call.
-Not so the wiser DELAVAL:
"Twas money's sweetest fol, la fal,
That chcar'd the sense of DELAVAL-
When royal power shall instal,
With honours new LORD DELAVAL;
Who won't say—the mirac'lous hawl
Is caught by faithful DELAVAL?

'Gainst rapine would'st thou preach like PAUL, Thus did religious DELAVAL:

Yet screen the scourges of BENGAL,

Thus did benignant DELAVAL.

To future times recorded shall

Be all the worths of DELAVAL:
Een OSSIAN, or the great FINGAL,
Shall yield the wreath to DELAVAL.
From Prince's court to cobler's stall,
Shall sound the name of DELAVAL:
For neither sceptre nor the awl,

Are strong and keen as DELAVAL,

Some better praise, than this poor scrawl,
Shall sing the fame of DELAVAL:

For sure no song can ever pall,

That celebrates great DELAVAL?

Borne on all fours, the fame shall sprawl,

To latest time-of DELAVAL:

Then come, ye Nine, in one great squall,
Proclaim the worths of DELAVAL.

[The annotations of the learned are expected.]

THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT GEORGE*

BUILT.

Lord NUGENT.-This is the RAT, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. Fox. This is the CAT, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

PEPPER ARDEN.-This is the DoG, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Lord THURLOW.-This is the BULL with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. PITT. This is the MAIDEN † all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled

*George Nugent Grenville, Marquis of Buckingham.

The immaculate continence of the BRITISH SCIPIO, SO strongly insisted on by his friends, as constituting one of the most shining ingredients of his own uncommon character, is only alluded to here as a received fact, and not by any means as a reproach.

horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built,

Mr. DUNDAS.—This is the Scor by all forsworn, that wedded the Maiden all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

Mr. WILKES.-This is the PATRIOT COvered with scorn, that flattered the Scot by all. forsworn, that wedded the Maiden all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

CONSCIENCE.-This is the Cock that crowed in the morn, that waked the Patriot covered with scorn, that flattered the Scot by all forsworn, that wedded the Maiden all forlorn, that coaxed the Bull with the crumpled horn, that roared with the Dog, that barked at the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that George built.

*Wedded. This Gentleman's own term for a Coalition,

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EPIGRAMS,

By SIR CECIL WRAY.

First published in the Gentleman's Magazine, under the signatures of DAMON, PHILOMELA, NOLENS VOLENS, and CRITANDER.

To CELIA (now Lady WRAY), on Powdering her Hair.

EXTEMPORE.

Thy locks, I trow, fair maid,

Don't never want this aid:
Wherefore thy powder spare,

And only comb thy hair.

To Sir JOSEPH MAWBEY, proposing a Party to go a-fishing for White Bait.

Worthy SIR JOE, we all are wishing,
You'd come with us a-White-Bait-fishing.

On seeing a Ladybird fly off CELIA's Neck, after having perched on it for many minutes.

I thought (God bless my soul!)
Yon Ladybird her mole-

I thought-but devil take the thing,'
It proved my error-took to wing-

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