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your best friends in this very critical emergency. " . !:7 - Bien *“ As to myself, you are possessed already of the circumstances which render any immediate assistance on 'my part wholly out of the question. Except half a dozen pair of black plush breeches, which I have but this instant received, I can offer you nothing. My superfluities extend no 'further." But better times may soon arrive, and I will not fail you then. The present Chief Justice of the King's Bench cannot long retain' his situation ; and ás you are one whom I have selected from among many to be the friend of my bosom, I will now reveal to you a great secret in the last arrangement of judicial offices. Know then, that Sir ELIJAH IMPEY is the man fixed upon to preside in the chief seat of criminal and civil jurisprudence of this country. I am to succeed him in Bengal'; and then, my dear THOMAS, we may set the malice of juries at defiance. If they had given Fox as many diamonds by their verdict as they have pounds, rest assured that I am not a person likely to fail you, after I shall have been there a little while, either through want of faith, or want of means. Set your mind, therefore, at ease ;" as to the money—why, if Pitt is determined to have nothing to do with it, and if nobody else will pay it, I think the most adviseable thing, in your circumstances, will be to pay it yourself. Not that you are to be ultimately at the expence of a single shilling. The contents of this letter will fully

prove that I mean to reimburse you what I I am able. For the present, nobody knows

better than yourself, not even Lady K-how ill matters stand with me, and that I find it utterly impossible to obey the dictates of my feelings.

“I am, my dear High BAILIPP,
:,Your very affectionate friend,

" And humble servant, Lue Lincoln's-inn-fields, .. . “L.K." in June 20, 1786.” .

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JENKY, for you I'll wake the lyre,
Tho' not with Laureat Warton's fire,

Your hard-won meed to grace :
Gay was your air, your visage blythe,
Unless when Fox has made you writhe,

With tortur'd MARSYAS' face.

No more you'll dread such pointed sneers,
But safely skulk amidst your Peers,

And slavish doctrines spread;
As some ill-omen'd baneful yew
That sheds around a poisonous dew,

And shakes its rueful head.

Your frozen heart ne'er learn'd to glow - At other's good, nor melt at woe ;

Your very roof is chilling :
There Bounty never spreads her ray;
You e'en shut out the light of day *,

To save a paltry shilling,

A Prince, by servile knaves addrest,
Ne'er takes a Dempster to his breast,

Jack Rob'son serves his ends;
Unrivall’d stood the treach'rous name,
Till envious Eden urg'd his claim,

While both betray their friends.

On whom devolves your back-stairs cloak,
When, prophet-like, “ you mount as smoke f ?"

Must little Powney catch it?
But as 'tis rather worse for wear,
Let mighty Bucks take special care

To brush it well and patch it.

While o'er his loyal breast so true, .
Great G- expands the riband blue,

There-Honour's star will shine:
As Rawdon was bold RICHMOND's Squire,
To install a Knight so full of fire

-Let Aston, Bucks, be thine.

• Mr. JENKINSON exhibited a laudable example of political economy, by shutting up several of his windows at his seat near Croydon, on the passing of the Commutation Act. His Majesty's bon mot on this occasion should not be forgof. “ What! what! (said the Royal Jester) do my “ subjects complain of ?- JENKY tells me he does not pay as much to " the Window Tax as he did before. Why then don't my people do “ like JENKY?" + A beautiful oriental allusion, borrowed from Mr. Hastings's Ode,

“ And care, like smoke, in turbid wreathes,
“ Round the gay ceiling flies."

JENKY, pursue Ambition's task,
The King will give whate'er you ask,

Nor heed the frowns of Pitt;
Tho' proud, he'll truckle to disgrace,
By feudal meanness keep his place *,

And turn the royal spit.

With saintly Hill divide your glory t,
No true King's friend, on such a Tory

The peerage door will shut;
Canting, he'll serve both Church and Throne,
And make the Reverend Bench your own,

By piety and smut.

Banks at his side, demure and sly,
Will aptly tell a specious lye,

Then speed the royal summons:
He's no raw novice in the trade,
His honour's now a batter'd jade-

Pitt fiung it to the Commons.

* FINCHFIELD.-Co. Essex. JOHN CAMPEs held this manor of King EDWARD III. by the service of turning the spit at his coronation

Camden's Britannia-marlisle Essex, + The King magnanimously refused to create either Sir RICHARD Hill, or Mr. Banks, Peers, that the singular honour bestowed solely by his Majesty might be more conspicuous, and that Mr. Pitt's humiliation might no longer be problematic. Sir RICHARD had composed a beautiful sacred cantata on the occasion, dedicated to his brother, the Rev RowLAND Hill. The first stanza alludes, by an apt quot ation from the 68th Psalm, to the elevation and dignit'es of the family:

" Why hop so high, ye little Hills?”.
With joy, the Lord's anointed fills;

Let's pray with one accurd !
In sleepless visions of the night,
Narth's cheek I smote with all my might,

For which I'm made a Lord, &c. &c.

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