Zealous and prone his betters to abuse,
And rage, fedition, in each breast infufe;
To court each worthless tribe with fawning arts,
And fwell the pride and venom of their hearts:
So have I feen a fportive boy, with skill,
At frog's posteriors ply a flender quill,
Loathfome at firft, ftill more deform'd it grows,
Each livid fpot expanded as he blows.
Contempt and fcorn, fuch zealots best restrain;
Exile and pillories will make them vain.
See taylors, coblers, fhoe-boys, all conspire,
To belch his praise, and stupidly admire
The orator, who tells his patriot cares,
To keep them fafe-from Aldermen and May'rs;
Reduce the troops, to conftant riot bred,
And plant a brave militia in their stead:
Then by analogy he fhews their use,
"Since for the goflings fights each valiant goofe;
"A fpruce militia fure would lofe their lives,
"To fave their children-or their dearer wives."
Of freedom, liberty, and rights he talks,
And in ftiff, heavy declamation stalks :
The factious tribune, what he has, affords
Ideas none, he only gingles words.
To ideots, thus, the use of gold appears
Solely to chink, and please their senseless ears:
Sonorous nothings in a pompous ftrain,
Seize ev'ry ear, and madden ev'ry brain :
His bombaft eloquence, the audience fuits,
For noife and nonsense govern mobs and brutes,
When fenfe or mufic would difguft their taftes;
This proves the sympathy 'tween them and
beasts:
With well chofe orat'ry fo Lucas bawls,
And finds his friends obedient to his calls:
A BURKE on fuch, would only waste his time,
And speak in vain, altho' he spoke-fublime.
So Derby fwains can lead the lift'ning hogs,
To the hoarfe notes each briftly monfter jogs;
A bottle rumbled in a bowl with skill,
The free-born fwine will follow where they will:
Tho' Hayes might long a Handel's ftrains apply
Unheard, unheeded, by the groveling stye.
Next in the fenate hear old Lucas babble,
And talk-as if he ftill addrefs'd the rabble;
Loquacious, bold, he scarcely feels a hit,
And only fmarts by Hutchenfon's keen wit;
Diftinct and clear, whofe periods roll along,
With fancy bright, in reason ever strong:
Contempt and laughter, fenfe can ne'er reftore;
For Lucas pours out nonfenfe as before.
It is a custom in Derbyshire to call the fwine together, by rumbling a bottle it a bowl,
A cabin cur thus kicks, and lafhes feels,
That fnaps and barks at ev'ry horfe's heels;
His nature fuch, the punishment's in vain,
For the next travell'r finds-he'll bark again.
By his fage care has Grub-street Journal rose,
His ftyle and manner ev'ry writer shews;
Such are the men who grumble from the prefs,
Who talk of wrongs, and bellow for redress:
With fcandals mean, a foldier's name purfue,
And blame the whole, but for the faults of few.
Lately, indeed, you priz'd each valiant band, When Gallia's pow'r spread terror o'er your land; Humbled by fear, a red coat then could charm, By danger taught, you blefs'd a foldier's arm, Which Britain's glory spread o'er ev'ry coast, And gave her empire-more than Rome could boast.
A standing army, now is all the cry,
And ev'ry blockhead frights-he knows not why: A turkey-cock thus fhakes his brainless head, And jabbers loud at any rag that's red.
Let J-PH-N fpeak, in truths historic read, (His pen alone the callous boobies dread) And paint the foldier's virtue, in that hour When freedom gafp'd beneath a tyrant's pow'r : James ftrove to bend an army to his will, But found the British troops-where Britons still! Their
Who lov'd their country, priz'd her glorious laws, And scorn'd to combat in a tyrant's cause : Their joyous* fhouts ftruck timid James with awe, His army gave us-Freedom and Naffau.
Exulting now, we tune the grateful lay, For rights reftor'd beneath a foldier's fway. Our king a vice-roy chofe, well known to fame, (Even Indian winds have heard a Townshend's
Propitious here to rule this favour'd ifle,
Bid faction cease, and make Hibernia smile :
So Roman confuls, from their country far,
Shone bright in arms, and spread destructive war;
By conqueft crown'd, they bid harsh difcord cease,
And blefs'd the Forum with the arts of peace;
Enacted laws that grievances redreft,
And liv'd, like TOWNSHEND, in each grateful
VERSES defigned as an INSCRIPTION for Doctor LUCAS's Statue.
PETRA IMMOBILIOR.
SEE Lucas here in marble stands,
A partiot firm and true!
In action graceful spreads his hands,
Exposed to public view.
* On the acquittal of the bishops.
We'll have a god, Fanatics faid,
To fight in our behalf :
-So Van Noft LUCAS' ftatue made,
As Aaron made a calf.
WAGSTAFFE, lay down your critic rod,
Adore like us, and wonder ;
And don't, like Mofes, break our god
In pieces fmall, afunder.
Around this ftatue, mobs fhall roar,
And loud their Lucas hail,
He like a paper kite fhall foar,
With ragweed at its tail.
Vane Ligur, fruftraque animis elate fuperbis
Nequicquam patrias tentafti lubricus artes.
IN addreffing myfelf to you, I shall neither
ufe fatire nor invective: fuch weapons are unneceffary; a candid and true state of known facts will beft difplay the meanness and duplicity of your public conduct, which has been
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