And, possibly, not much had err'd, If we of Roman fraud had heard. Then leave your Robertsons and Bryants Is quite as doubtful, quite as vain. And Robertson+ with just applause But if the fact's recorded right, Who led the troops and held the pen; Jacob Bryant, Esq., whose profoundly erudite work, the Analysis of Antient Mythology," then just published, was designed to prove that all the fables of the Pagan theology were derived from, and were perversions of, the sacred history. + Dr William Robertson of Edinburgh, author of "The History of Charles V." and other great works. This alludes to a story told of Raleigh: that when a prisoner in the Tower, hearing a noise outside the walls, he sent to inquire the cause. The reports of different messengers varied in all the circumstances to such a degree, that Sir Walter who was then employed in completing his "History of the World," fell into a reverie, and concluded, that if he could not depend on the accounts of what had passed nearly under his own eyes, how could he be certain of the relations of ancient times? Upon this, says the tale, he threw his unpublished work into the fire, and deprived posterity of his labours. Il Cæsar. § Xenophon. The way to conquest best he show'd Yet, lovely Sally, be not frighten'd, Which mirth, at Maudlin,+ makes with science; Go ask Papa-for he can tell. MARGERY TWO-SHOES. "The History of the Great Rebellion," by the Earl of Claren don.-ED. + Dr Horne was at this time President of Magdalen College, Oxford, where this little poem was written. [The name of this distinguished seminary is commonly pronounced Maudlin, not only by the common people, but by the students themselves.] ED. ODE FROM H. M. AT BRISTOL, TO DRAGON, MR GARRICK'S HOUSE-DOG, AT HAMPTON. DRAGON! since lyrics are the mode, And reason good I plead : Are those who cannot write, to blame O could I, like that nameless wight, Like his, my muse should learn to whistle In strains which never can die. Father of lyrics, tuneful Horace ! Our luckless bards have broke the strings, See the admirable epistle to Sir William Chambers. [The poetical satire here mentioned, for many years excited almost as much speculation, respecting its origin, as the far-famed Letters of Junius. It is now, however, settled beyond all doubt, that Mason was the author of the "Heroic Epistle."]-ED. + A profusion of Odes had appeared about this time, which strikingly violated all the rules of lyrical composition. Dragon! thou tyrant of the yard, O Dragon! change with me thy fate, Then shalt thou scent the rich regale Nay, share the sav'ry bit; And see, what thou hast never seen, Oft shalt thou snuff the smoking venison, Because their friends should share it. And then on me what joys would wait, How useless bolt and latch! How vain were locks, and bars how vain, Not that 'twould crown with joy my life, Of turkeys and of chickens ? HOR. lib. ii. Sat. 2. The gardener and poultry woman at Hampton. Though fir'd with innocent ambition, More flowers than Burke produces; I'd get my master's ways by rote, And give them all a dinner. Nor let me pair his blue-ey'd dame Whene'er I heard the rattling coach The master loves his sylvan shades, "Again you'll see him, never fear; "Some half a dozen times a year "He still will charm the age; "Accustom'd long to be admir'd, "Of shades and streams he'll soon be tir'd, "And languish for the stage." Peace!-To his solitude he bears |