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At home anspicious mortals find
Where cattle postured late, the pr:rple plain, Serene tranquillity of inind;
Sad scene of horroar! teems with heroes slain; All-beauteous nature decks the plain,
Where the proud palace reard its haughty head, Anıl merchants plough for gold the inain: Deep in the dust, see! crumbling columns Respect arises from our store,
spread; Security from being poor :
See gallant Britons in the field expire, More joys the banuis of Hymen give;
Towns turn'd w ashes, fanes involv'd in Gre! Th' unmarried with more freedom live:
These deeds the guilt of rash Ambition tell, If parents, our blest lot we own;
And bloody Discord, furious fiend of Hell! Childless, we have no cause to moan :
Ye baneful sisters, with your frantic crew, Firm vigour crowns our youthful stage,
Hence speed your flight, and take your last adieu, And venerable hairs old-age.
Eternal wars in barbarous worlds to wage; Since all is good, then who would cry,
There vent your inextinguishable rage. “I'd never live, or quickly die ?"
But come, fair Peace, and be the nation's bride,
O come! aud with thy placid presence cheer ON OCCASION OF THE PEACE.
Our drooping hearts, and stay for ever here.
Now be the shrill, strife-stirring trumpet mute; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extends,
Now let us listen to the softer lute: And white-rob’d Innocence from Heaven de- The shepherd now his numerous flocks shall feerl, scends.
Where war relentless doom'd the brave to bleed;
On ruin'J ramparts shall the hawthorn florer, Adieu the horrours of destructive war,
And anting iry clasp the nodding tower, And mad Bellona in her iron car!
Unusual harvests wave along the dale, But welcome to our smiling fields again,
And the bent sickle o'er the sword prerail. Sweet Peace ! attended with thy jocund train, No more shall states with rival rage contend), Truth, Virtue, Freedom, that can never cloy, But arts their empire o'er the world extend; And all the pleasing family of Joy. [plan’d, | Ingenious arts, that humanize the mind, Those schemes pursued, which Pitt so wisely And give the brightest polish to mankind! Conquest has shower'd her blessings on the land; Then shall our chiefs in breathing marble stand, And Britain's sons more laurels have obtain'd, And life seem starting from the sculptor's hand ; Than all her Henries, or her Edwards gain'd: Then lovely nymphs in living picture rise, George saw with joy the peaceful period given,
The fairest faces, and the brightest eyes: And bow'd obedient to the will of Heaven: Theie polish’d Lane 'no loss of beauty fears; Awful he rose to bid dissention cease,
Her charms, still mellowing with revolving years, And all the warring world was calm'd to peace;
Shall, ev'n on canvas, youthful hearts engage, “ Thus did the roaring waves their rage compose.
And warın the cold indifference age: When the great father of the floods arose." Then the firm arch shall stem the roaring tide, Then came Astrea mild, our isle to bless, And join those countries which the streams din Fair queen of virtue, and of happiness! Then villas rise of true palladian proof, [vide ; Then came our troops in fighting fields renown'd, And the proud palace rear its ample roof; And mark'd with many an honourable wouud. Then statelier temples to the scies ascend, The tender fair one, long by fears opprest,
Where mix'd with nobles mighty kings may beni, Now feels soft raptures rising in her breast, Where poverty may send her sighs to fleaveu, The blooming hero of her heart to view,
And guilt return, repent, and be forgiven. And hear him bid the dangerous camp adieu. Such are the fruits which sacred peace imparts, The widow'd bride, that long on grief had fed, Sweet nurse of liberty and learned arts ! And bath'd with weeping the deserted bed, These she restores-O! that she could restore Glad that the tumults of the war are o'er,
Life tu those Britons who now breathe no more, That terrour, rage, and rapine are no more, Who in th’ embatiled field undaunted stood, Greets her rough lord, secure from hostile harms, And greatly perish'd in their country's good; And hopes an age of pleasure in his arms: Or who, by rage of angry tempests tost, While he, with pompons eloquence, recites In whirlpools of the whelming main were lost. Dire scenes of castles, storm'd and desperate Ye honour'd shades of chiefs untimely slain! fights;
Whose bones lie scatter'd on some foreign plain; Or tells how Wolfe the free-born Britons led, That now perchance by lonely hind are seen How Granby conquer'd and the household fled; In glittering armour gliding o'er the green; She, to the pleasing dreadful tale intent, Ye! that beneath the cold cerulcan wave Now smiles, now trembles, for the great event.
Have made the watery eleinent yoår grave, O curst Ambition, foe to human good,
Whose wandering spirits baunt the winding shore, Pregnant with woe, and prodigal of blood ! Or ride on whirlwinds while the billows roar, Thou fruitful source, whence streams of sorrow With kind protection still our isle defend, What devastations to thy guilt we owe ! [flow,
(If souls unbodied can protection lend) Where-e'er thy fury riots, all around
Still o'er the king your shadowy pinions spread, Confusion, havoc, and dread deaths abound: And in the day of danger shield his head; Where Ceres flourish'd, and gay Flora smil'd, Behold a barren, solitary wild!
i The hon. Mrs. Lage, danghter of the right To stately cedars thorns and briars succeed, hon. lord chancelior Henley, and wife to the And in the garden spreads the noxious weed; hon. Mr. Lane,
Your bright examples shall our pattem be, A neighbour's palfry, small and pretty,
Is borrow'd for the use of Kitty.
All things provided, out they stalk;
William before, behind them Kate ;
When thus he entertains his spouse
Each field and orchard, as they ride,
Looking and pointing on each side;
Remarking whence his profits rise, NOSE COLLEGE, OXFORD.
And where he gets the best supplies. In southern climes there lies a village,
“ That house is manag'd ill, my dear, Where oft the vicar, fond to pillage,
It scarce affords a pig a year : Sallies with gun aloft on shoulder,
This orchard 's good, but, were it wider, (Orlando's self could ne'er look bolder)
'Twould yield a hogshead of good cider.” With which, well ramm’d with proper cartridge, With joy he shows where turnips grew, He knocks down apples, or a partridge; And tells what profits thence accrue ; And whilst o'er all his neighbours' ground, But looks with envy on each stubble, Striding, he throws his eyes around,
That nothing pays for vicar's trouble. Surveying, with a look most blithe,
Pleas'd, she admires the lambkins play, The growing riches of his titbe,
And loves them—when she's tuld they pay. Minds not the game for which he's beating; Suppose them now arriv'd; my dame But, to prevent his flock from cheating, Runs out, inquiring how they came; Looks in each yard with jealous eye,
Welcomes them in, and after all ber With care examines every stye,
Forms are gone through, she shews her parlour. Numbers the cows, observes their udders, “ Pray, madam, take a drain; the weather, And at the dread of losing shudders.
Is cold and damp, and I bave either “ His composition's low; the butter
Good rum or brandy, plain or cherry ; From so much milk”-he can but mutter. A glass will make you warm and merry." He counts the poultry, large and fine,
Next on the board the tea-things rattle, “ Forty and five, then four are mine.”
And introduce a world of prattle. But when the vernal season came,
“ Your china's pretty, I declare; And took him from pursuit of game,
'Tis pity 'tis such brittle ware." A sudden thought of his condition
“Your tea is to your mind, I hope'Induc'd him to an expedition ;
“Exceeding good"-"Pray one more cup." An expedition of great moment,
“ Your toast is very nice; I've eat Which sing I must, let what will come on 't. Till I'm asham'd.”-“Another bit : Scratching bis head one day in strong sort, The butter, ma'am, is fresh and sweet, Then turning short upon his consort,
Although I say 't, that should not say 'ț.” " My joy,' quoth he, “now things are dearish, After removing all the clutter To make some visits in the parish
Of cbina, tea, and toast and butter, I think can never be amiss;
Pipes and tobacco come, and beer As for my reason, it is this:
Presery'd through many a rolling year; Some farms, you know, lie very distant, And currait-wine, and punch, fit liquor At which I seldom am a vist'ant ;
To elevate the heart of vicar. And, now the shooting season's over,
At loo the ladies take a game, Cannot so readily discover
All but my notable old dame; If any sharp or fiiching wight
She has no time to seat her crusper, Should cheat us of our lawful right;
She's so intent on getting supper. Nor have we any means to hear how
At length it comes, a spare-rib, large Soon they expect a sow to farrow.
Enough to cover a small barge; Besides, my dearest, should they cheat us, Or for (the simile to drag on) We shall get something when they treat us; A tilt for any carrier's waggol ; And save at home the spit and pot;
Attended by a brace of chicken, A penny sav’d's a penny got."
But twelve months old, for lady's picking: While thus, with all lus oratory,
A link of sausages, that seem He labour'd through the pleasing story;
A boom design'd for some strong stream, Ma'am by bis side was all attention,
“ Your cbicks are very fine,”
"L" You flatler ;. Delighted with his good invention;
I wish they were a little fatter. Adinir'd, and prais'd, then seal'd his bliss But I have two shut up, design'd With joyous matrimonial kiss.
For you ma'am."-"You're extremely kind.". And soon the loving pair agreed
“And soon (my sow is very big) By this same system to proceed;
I hope to send you a fat pig." And through the parish, with their how d’ye, (The vicar inward smild, to see Go to each gaffer and each goody.
His scheme succeed so happily.) 'Twas then resolv'd, that first of all
And last an apple-pye appear'd, They pay a visit at E-t hall;
In earthen bowl, with custar'd smear'd. And William 's order'd, to save trouble,
The cloth remov'd, the chearful glass To get a steed that carries double.
I egins to circulate apace:
The landlord, waxing brisk and mellow,
By which, 'tis plain to all mankind, Beconies a hearty jovial fellow;
Ilis inill for verses goes by wind. And now with liquor grown full ripe,
Encourag'd thus with bouncing liquor, “ Parson, you shall take t' other pipe.”— He points his wit against the vicar; “We must not stay; 'tis late, Sir..." No"- Then grows satiric on his wife, “Well, one half pipe, and then wo go.” The very mcckest thing in life; The pipe and liquor out, they start,
And next on cunning-looking Kitty, And homeward speed, with joyful heart. And cails ber palfry, not her,--pretty. He triumpbs io his good success;
But why, sad poet, should you fall
On the good woman of Emt Hall?
You hit her hard upon her crupper.
Next time that I and spouse ride double,
To save your Muse, and you too, trouble ; BY FRANCIS FAWKES, M. A. And keep my horse from being hit Rhymes! bless me! doggrel, I suppose,
With any of your waggish wit;
I'll take you in my hand along, Penn'd by some son of Brazen Nose;
And thus prevent some idle song ; Some starveling bard, or curate thin,
Cram you with custard till you choke : Whose bones have elbow'd out his skin;
And fill with punch, and not with smoke. And jogg'd him to provoke his Muse
Mean while, to prove my honest heart,
Step down direct, and take a quart.
TO DR. REDMAN,
WHO SENT THE AUTHOR A HARE, AND PROMISED With daily roast-meat, and ale nappy ;
BY THE REV. DR. COWPER'. With dogs to hunt, and steeds to ride, And wife that ambles at his side ;
Qui leporem mittis contingis cuncta lepore; Who loves no hurries, routs, nor din,
Condiat O leporem, te veniente, lepos ! But gently chucks her husband's chin.
Digna etenim, Redmanne, Jove est lepidissima These blessings, altogether met,
cana, Have put lean curate in a pet,
Quæ sic tota tua est et lepus atque lepos.
IMITATED BY MR. FAWKES.
A hare you in season presented to us, [puss: The wind fresh blowing from the south,
And with fine Attic salt you will season your And Indian vapours from his mouth :
'Tis a jovial treat-worthy Jove, I declare, For smoking aids this dry divine ;
For the sauce and the supper will suit to a Puff follows puff, and line succeeds on line.
hair. His lines by puffs he's wont to measure ; He rhymes for drink, and puffs for pleasure. 'John, eldest son of judge Cowper, rector of And as he labours for a joke,
Berkhamsted. Herts, patentee for making out Out comes a puff, that ends in smoke.
commissions of bankruptcy, one of K. George Lo! swelling into thought he sits;
the Second's chaplains, and afterwards dean of Wrapt in the rage of rhyming fits;
TO SUP WITH HIM.