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The heart that intent on all worth but its own,
Assists every talent, and arrogates none;
The feeble protects, as it honours the brave,
Expands to the just, and hates only the knave.

These are honours, my Fox, that are due to thy deeds; But lo! yet a brighter alliance succeeds; The alliance of beauty in lustre of youth, That shines on thy cause with the radiance of truth. The conviction they feel the fair zealots impart, And the eloquent eye sends it home to the heart... Each glance has the touch of Ithuriel's spear, That no art can withstand, no delusion can bear, And the effort of malice and lie of the day, or of Detected and scorn'd, break like vapour away. "

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Avaunt, ye profane! the fair pageantry moves: '
An entry of Venus, led on by the loves !
Behold how the urchins round DevONSHIRE press!
For order, submissive, her eyes they address :
She assumes her command with a diffident smile,
And leads, thus attended, the pride of the Isle,

Oh! now for the pencil of Guido! to trace, Of Keppel the features, of WALDEGRAVES the grace; Of Fitzroy the bloom the May morning to vie, Of Sefton the air, of DUNCANNOn the eye; ' . Of Loftus the smiles (though with preference proud, She gives ten to her husband, for one to the croud), Of PORTLAND the manner, that steals on the breast, But is too much her own to be caught or express'd; The charms that with sentiment BoUvERIE blends, The fairest of forms and the truest of friends ; The look that in WARBURTUN, humble and chaste, Speaks candour and truth, and discretion and taste;

Or with equal expression in Horton combined,
Vivacity's dimples with reason refined.

Reynolds, haste to my aid, for a figure divine, Where the pencil of Guido has yielded to thine; Bear witness the canvas where SHERIDAN lives, And with angels, the lovely competitor, strives . While Earth claims her beauty and Heaven her strain, Be it mine to adore ev'ry link of the chain !

But new claimants appear ere the lyre is unstrung, Can Payne be passed by ? Shall not Milner be sung? See Delme and Howard, a favourite pair, For grace of both classes, the zealous and fair--A verse for MORANT, like her wit may it please, Another for BRADDYLL of elegant ease, For BAMFYLDE a simile worthy her frame Quick, quick— I have yet half a hundred to name Not PARNASSUS in concert could answer the call, Nor multiplied muses do justice to all.

Then follow the throng where with festal delight, More pleasing than Hebe, Crewe opens the night. Not the goblet nectareous of welcome and joy, That Dido prepared for the hero of Troy; Not Fiction, describing the banquets above, Where goddesses mix at the table of Jove; Could afford to the soul more ambrosial cheer Than attends on the fairer associates here. But Crewe, with a mortal’s distinction content, · Bounds her claim to the rites of this happy event; For the hero to twine civic garlands of fame, With the laurel and rose interweaving his name, And while lö Pæans his merits avow, As the Queen of the feast, place the wreath on his brow.


For the Duke of Richmond's Bust to the Memory of the


Hall, marble! happy in a double end!
Raised to departed principles and friend :
The friend once gone, no principles would stay:
For very grief, they wept themselves away!
Let no harsh censure such conjunction blame,
Since join'd in life, their fates should be the same,
Therefore from death they feel a common sting,
And Heav'n receives the one, and one the K-G.


Reason for Mr. Fox's avowed contempt of one Pigot's Address

to him.

Who shall expect the country's friend,

The darling of the House,
Should for a moment condescend

To crack a * Prison LOUSE.

* The substantive in the marked part of this line has been long an established syNONYME for Mr. Pigot, and the PREDICATE, we are assured, is not at this time less just.

: ANOTHER. : On one Pogot's being called a Louse.

Pigot is a Louse, they say,

But if you kick him, you will see, 'Tis by much the truest way, '?

To represent him as a flea.

For servile meanness to the great,
• Let none hold Pigot cheap ;
Who can resist his destined fate ?

A Louse must always creep.


Pigot is sure a most courageous man,
“ A word and blow" for ever is his plan; '
And thus his friends explain the curious matter,
He gives the first, and then receives the latter.

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There lived a man at Becknam, in Kent, Sir,
Who wanted a place to make him content, Sir;
Long had he sigh'd for Billy Pitt's protection,
When thus he gently courted his affection:

Will you give a place, my dearest Billy Pitt O!
If I can't have a whole one, oh! give a little bit O!


He pimp'd with GEORGE Rose, he lied with the

, Doctor, He flatter'd Mrs. Hastings 'till almost he had shock'd her;

le got the ARCHBISHOP to write in his favour, And when Billy gets a beard, he swears he'll be his

shaver. Then give him a place, oh! dearest Billy Pitt O! If he can't have a whole one, oh! give a little bit O!

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