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TABLE TALK.

Si te forte meæ gravis uret sarcina charts,
Abjicito.

Hor. lib. i. Epist. 13.

A. You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt ; The deeds, that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this ! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares ; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war. And never meant the rule should be applied To him, that fights with justice on his side.

Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem’ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good, that Heav'n bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days,

Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died,
Where duty placed them, at their country's side ;
The man, that is not mov'd with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to nought but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a fock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tiger feels ;
Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet.
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac'd,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd :
The glass, that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And Death's own sithe would better speak hispow'r;
Then grace the bony phantom in their stead
With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ;
Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress,
The same their occupation and success.

4. 'l'is your belief the world was made for man;
Kings do but reason on the selfsame plan:
Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn,
Who think, or seem to think, man made for them,

B. Seldom, alas! the pow'r of logic reigns
With much sufficiency in royal brains ;
Such reas’ning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting it's propet base to stand upon.
Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim,
That tell you so-say, rather, they for him.

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That were a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem, with mighty projects lin'd
To catch renown by ruining mankind,
Is worth, with all it's gold and glittering store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.

Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom us’d, how little understood !
To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward;
Keep Vice restrain'd behind a double guard;
To quell the faction, that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone;
To nurse with tender care the thriving arts;
Watch ev'ry beam Philosophy imparts ;
To give Religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statues a believer's hope ;
With close fidelity and love unfeign'd
To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise ;
His life a lesson to the land he sways;
To touch the sword with consciencious awe,
Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ;
To sheathe it in the peace-restoring close
With joy beyond what victory bestows;
Blest country, where these kingly głories shine!
Blest England, if this happiness be thine !

A. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.-B. A bribe? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy, To lure me to the baseness of a lie: And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast) The lic that Aatters I abhor the most. Those arts be theirs, who hate his gentle reign, But he that loves him has no need to feign.

A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address'd, Seems to imply a censure on the rest.

B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale, Ask'd, when in Hell, to see the royal jail; Approv'd their method in all other things : But where, good sir, did you confine your kings? There—said his guide-the group is full in views Indeed? replied the don—there are but few. .His black interpreter the charge disdain'dFew, fellow ?—there are all that ever reign'd. Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike The guilty and not guilty both alike : I grant the sarcasm is too severe, And we can readily refute it here ; While Alfred's name, the father of his age, And the Sixth Edward's grace the historic page.

A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all: By their own conduct they must stand or fall. B. True. While they live, the courtly laureate

pay's His quitrent ode, his peppercorn of praise ; And many a dunce, whose fingers itch to write, Adds, as he can, his tributary mite. A subject's faults a subject may proclaim, A monarch's errors are forbidden game! Thus free from cev sure, overaw'd by fear, And prais'd for virtues, that they scorn to wear, The Aeeting forms of majesty engage Respect, while stalking o'er life's narrow stage; Then leave their crimes for history to scan, And ask with busy scorn, Was this the man!

I pity kings, whom Worship waits upon Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ;

Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer bows,
And binds a wreath about their baby brows;
Whom Education stiffens into state,
And Death awakens from that dream too late.
Oh ! if Servility with supple knees,
Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please ;
If smooth Dissimulation, skill'd to grace
A devil's purpose with an angel's face ;
If smiling peeresses, and simp’ring peers,
Encompassing his throne a few short years ;
If the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed,
That wants no driving, and disdains the lead ;
If guards, mechanically form’d in ranks,
Playing, at beat of drum, their martial pranks,
Should’ring and standing as if struck to stone,
While condescending majesty looks on;
If monarchy consist in such base things,
Sighing, I say again, I pity kings !

To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood,
Ev'n when he labours for his country's good ;
To see a band, call'd patriot for no cause,
But that they catch at popular applause,
Careless of all the' anxiety he feels,
Hook disappointment on the public wheels ;
With all their flippant fluency of tongue,
Most confident, when palpably most wrong:
If this be kingly, then farewell for me,
All kingship; and may I be poor and free!

To be the Table Talk of clubs up stairs,
To which the unwash'd artificer repairs,
To' indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue ;
(For what kings deem a toil, as well they may,
To him is relaxation and mere play)
Vol. XXXVI,

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