When targets clash'd, and bugles rung, And blades round warriors' heads were flung, And hymn'd the joys of liberty! LINES ADDRESSED TO LORD MELVILLE ON HIS VISITING NORTH BRITAIN SHORTLY HIS RETIRING FROM OFFICE. [From the British Prefs.] FROM public toils, and cares, and ftrife, Peace fhall your eider pillow bind, The focial, eafy, joyous hour, Friendship shall lead you by the hand, To clafp her favourite child. Should warfare still your thoughts engage, In mimic camp array'd; your rage, Unheard the found of noisy drums, The laurels won at Aboukir, Deep moisten'd by a nation's tear, Were Death and Glory's prize; But where you urge the No tears the cheek of Friendship fain No Abercromby dies! G 6 AFTER ORPHEUS, ORPHEUS. BY QUEVEDO. [From the Morning Poft.] WHEN Orpheus loft his wife, As ancient ftories tell, He fought her in the proper place, They fay that he went finging, Pure joy would make him sing. He moved rocks and mountains, The damn'd forgot their torments But though his voice perfuaded It was for punishment. Yet even then, in pity, Two laws old Pluto made; To take his wife, and not look back— Both hard to be obey'd. Then Orpheus the foremost Went up from that abode; For women always lead the way, I know not if on purpose But if 't was chance he loft his wife, Full Full happy is the husband From wedlock once fet free! But he who twice efcapes fo well, THE COCKNIES PUZZLED SAYS a fine drawling Fop to a bold Volunteer, E MERIT NEGLECTED. BY J. BANNANTINE. [From Lloyd's Evening Poft.] NGLAND! while fumptuous monuments you raife, Why are your Artifts in the plan forgot? But, valued Artifts! your great works will raise * Terpsichore. } RONDEAU. TOLD RONDEAU. BY THE SAME. [Original.] my love, I told her true, "My fields were fmall, my flocks were few*.”. Four bough-pots conftitute my fields, This but a fcanty harvest yields. My flocks are centred in my bed, DIFFERENT SPECIES OF DRUNKENNESS. BY THE SAME. [Original.] WHEN George was poor as poor could be, Efpoufing then a wealthy dame, CARD-TABLE EPITAPH ON A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, WHOSE RUIN BY A CLUBPREQUENTER OCCASIONED HER PREMATURE DEATH. CL BY THE SAME. [Original.] LARISSA reign'd the Queen of Hearts, Shenftoné. HOW BUXOM damfel wifh'd to know Her friend, a Bishop's lady, faid, 66 Juft baffle all you meet." "Alas!" quoth fhe, "I've tried that art, Three years I baffled one fweetheart, And now am left forlorn." JUDGE FOR YOURSELF. QUOTH BY THE SAME, [From the Sunday Review.] 66 I mourn and grieve, I figh and weep, But drown your cares in floods of wine; Take half my bed, and judge.”. CHLOE, whene'er her spouse his wit begun, DRAPS |