Why have I view'd th' ideal clock *, Or mourn'd the visionary hour? "'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, IV. Pompeys there are of every shape and size: Some are the Great y-clep'd, and some the Little; To be to both allied! * An allusion is here made to a speech published by the noble Lord, which, as the title-page imports, was intended to have been spoken; in which his Lordship, towards the conclusion, gravely remarks:-" Hav"ing, Sir, so long encroached upon the patience of the House, and ob"serving by the clock that the hour has become so excessively late, no"thing remains for me but to return my sincere thanks to you, Sir, and "the other gentlemen of this House, for the particular civility, and ex"treme attention, with which I have been heard:-the interesting na"ture 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 pardon of him and this House, Sir, "for having so done," That, of all various Pompeys, he Prepar'd alike fierce Faction's host to fight, Or watch, with anxious eye, on Treasury-bone! In him their several virtues all reside, The peerless Puppy, and of Peers the pride! V. Say, Critic Buffo, will not powers like these, 'Tis my hard lot to be ; O let me then some justice find, Thy praise I'll tell, And with unprostituted pen In Warton's pure and modest strain, I'll call thee "best of husbands," and "most chaste of men!" Resign the bus'ness of the anxious chase, The vain pursuit of female game give o❜er, And, hound of Fortune, scour the town no more! * This line is literally transcribed from a speech of Lord Mountmorres's, when Candidate some years ago for the Representation of the City of Weste minster. My Muse, for George prepare the splendid song, O, 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? 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 How wilt thou joy to view the alter'd scene! The levell'd ditch no more its jaws discloses, But o'er its mouth, to feast our eyes and noses, } Hath spread smooth gravel walks, and a small bowlinggreen! III. Mighty Sov'reign! mighty Master! In a poor porter's lodge, by Chambers plann'd, Talking! talking! talking! talking! All for his country's good! O! Europe's pride! Britannia's hope! The victor monarch walks like Cincinnatus. See, heavenly Muse! I vow to God "T was thus the laurel'd hero trod→→→ While George, with surprise, And his 'sparagus wave in the air! IV. But hark! I hear the sound of coaches, Haste, ye Postillions! o'er the turnpike road; Back to St. James's bear your royal load! By the Old Magpie and the New, By Colnbrook, Hounslow, Brentford, Kew, And now, behold, he's landed safe and sound.- Warriors, who love their fellow-creatures, Ye gentle maids of honour, in stiff hoops, Who chaste as Phoenixes in coops, } Know not the dangers that await your sex! Who in these precincts joy to wait Ye courtly wands, so white and small, Now, heavenly Muse, thy choicest song prepare: |