DAV.

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DRO.

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Then, Sofia, stand yourself!-Sos. I think I fee
My mafter and the town difturb'd by me.

Who e fe remains-BYR. Get Dromo, if you can.
Ay, Dromo is a very proper man.

Here, Dromo!-DRO. What d'ye want?-DAv.
The people call

On you who Freedom's feady friend are known,
And dare to have opinions of your own,

In this emergency to save the town.

You'll have no anfwer.-BYR. What now will you do?

You'll fee-I'll face it out-I tremble too!

Rather than leave the mob without protection,
Or let them go without a free election;

1, though my pedigree I can't relate,

In men's defpite will be a candidate.

D'ye like ine?-MOB. Very much.-DAV. You fhew your fenfe;

And wine hall give your virtue confidence.

Byrrhia, retire to the Committee Room,

And make the Sovereign People drunk-BYR. I

come.

DAV. And give the toast which they have drank for ever "A long pull, ftrong pull, and a pull together !”

(Alone)

This noify berd would go to Hell, if bid;
Give 'em their dose, they care not what they did,
(To the Audience.)

But now a different language I mufttry,
And come at laft to truth and modesty.
May I prefume to look for favour bere,
The fairest earnest of a bright career?
But it you ask my claims, I must be muté ;
Of thefe I cannot venture to dispute.
In a few words-my wish to please is known::
This is the only me it of my own:

Let me but have the triumph of your favour,
And fuch a boon fhall make me-yours for ever.

THE

[From the Morning Herald.]

'WAS at a Concert by Rauzzini given

TWAS

To all the fouls of harmony at Bath,

Th' affembled choir, who rais'd their voice to Heaven,

Were dinn'd with strains of difcord, war, and wrath.

A folemn filence reign'd throughout the room,
Save when the echo of the vaulted dome
Refounded Handel's notes, divinely ftrung,"
By Braham and Storace fweetly fung.
All own'd the great musician's pow'rful art,
All felt its magic vibrate through the heart;
All were attentive to the heav'nly theme,
When loud was heard a dire, difcordant fcream.
Soon terror flew throughout the astonish'd band,
The founds expir'd upon the half-touch'd string-
For each musician check'd his trembling hand,

And even falt'ring Braham ceas'd to fing..
The Audience wonder'd at the awful pause,
And ftar'd around to catch the dreadful caufe;
When, lo! a fecond scream, most thrill and loud,
Affail'd the ears of the affembled crowd.
Some thought a lady had contriv'd to faint,
Some deem'd the cry-the working of a faint
But now no longer let the mufic paufe-
Of thefe fad fcreams my mufe diall paint the cause :
A lady, whom my verse forbears to name,
Although no vulgar candidate for fame,
Went to Rauzzini's Concert rather late,
And there, alas! could not procure a feat.
Around the room the caft imploring eyes,
But yet no belle would ftir, no beau would rife;
She fearch'd in front, but not a fpot could find,
And then, defpairing, caft a glance behind;
There fnugly fat a lady-(tempting trap!)-
Who, though but fmall, had forin'd an eafy lap-
'T was too attractive-for th' exhausted dame
Forgot her bulk-her weight+her very shame→→
Though great, not inerciful. (oh! .fie upon her !).
In this finall lap fhe plac'd her feat of honour!

The

The lady, in diftrefs, requir'd affiftance;
She pufh'd, and ftruggled, made her best refiftance;
She then implor'd-remonftrated-bur yet
Th' unfeeling rider would preferve her feat.
"If," faid the fufferer, "nothing will avail
But dire revenge-the tyrant I'll affail.”
Then grafp'd her pincufhion, and from it drew
A pointed weapon-ftill to ladies true-
And, with a steady hand, its point applied
Unto the bold intruder's nether side:

She flinch'd-the fcream'd-and slightly mov'd her back, But foon advanc'd her rear to re-attack,

The other knew the vulnerable part,

And to the other flank applied the dart.

Again the wounded scream'd, and up the sprung,
Fire in her eye, and venom on her tongue:

Her weaker combatant fhe rudely feiz'd,

And throat, and neck, and fhoulders, roughly fqueez'd, Roaring, in Al-"I'll fcourge the wicked fin,

If in my cushion more--you plant a pin."

Now Braham fmil'd-the dame withdrew,
Wounded, but victor in the fight,
'Tis faid the child unborn may rue
The bloody contest of that night.-

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T the commencement of a Parliamentary came paign, fo important in its operations, and likely, to be fo eventful in its confequences, I am furprised that no one has come forward to give the public some account of the heroes by whom the offenfive war is conducted. It appears to me, Sir, that the conteft is truly of Epopeian dignity. Jerufalem Delivered, Parad fe Loft, Achilles Wrath, are indeed fubjects of high renown, and have been the themes of the most

exalted

exalted fong. But furely Great Britain loft in the hands of the prefent Ministry, or Javed by the exertions of the Oppofition, is a fubject which in dignity yields to none, and in point of importance comes directly home to our own bufinefs and bofoms.

I am not one of thofe who can remain neutral while my country's interefts are at ftake, and I avow it with pride, that I am attached to the caufe of the Deliverer's of Great Britain, I mean the Oppofition. Yet far be it from me to affect the glory of being their bard. 'I know that their exploits are destined to immortalize foine future Homer. But in the mean time I may be permitted in fimple profe to announce the names, and to anticipate the future fame of men whofe actions cannot fail of producing poets and hiftorians worthy to tranfmit them to pofterity. No fear that fuch heroes, fhould fink into oblivion unwept and unhonoured for want of a mufe to celebrate them.

The idea of giving fome fuch imperfect enumeration of our Chiefs, I must contefs, may have been fuggefted to me by Homer's catalogue of the troops and thips; Helen's defeription of the Grecian Leaders to King Priam Butler's delineation of Talgol, Orfon, and Crowdero, at Brentford Fair; or, in fine, by Milton's lift and character of the Devils in the First Book of Paradife Loft.

The latter indeed has, for divers reafons, taken most powerful hold of my imagination. The predicament of the Leaders of our prefent Oppofition, and the prin cipal Statefinen and Orators of Pandemonium, appears to me (abfit invidia verbis) to be in fome refpects pretty much the fame. Satan and his compeers had the misfortune to lofe their places, and to be caft down from heaven to a fituation, which, from all accounts, was not unlike the Oppofition Bench, as at present filled. They had, it seems, like the Oppofition, been wonderfully stunned and flupified by their fall, infomuch that if

was

was a long time before they recovered any fort of fenfation, far lefs the ufe of Speech. That this was the cafe of the Oppofition on their fall from place fome ten months ago, no one can have forgot. Yet, like, the heroes of Pandemonium, "confounded, though) immortal," they recovered, if not their reason, at least their tongues, after a confiderable interval. Having thus, whether by the permiffion of fupernatural power, or by their own independent faculties, it is ufelefs to inquire, recovered from their first astonishment and degradation, they have ever fince employed themselves on the fame objects which formed the fubject of the deliberations in Pandemonium, to wit: how they fhall re afcend, and regain the places and honours from which they have been driven.

The fituation of Milton's Devils and our Oppofition being thus clearly the fame, it is no wonder, not only that the latter fhould have borrowed fo much of their policy and tactics from the former, but that I myfelf fhould be ftruck with the refemblance in fentiment and conduct between our heroes and their prototypes. Indeed it is to me a proof of no common wisdom and prudence, that our Oppofition have fo profited by the excellent models of policy and of oratory which Milton has left us. Homer, it is faid, wrote his Iliad to warn his countrymen against inteline broils; but with whatever view Milton condefcended, to defcribe the manners and fentiments, and to report the fpeeches of the Devils in Hell, I know who have the merit of profiting by them, and that is the Oppofition, of which I am an unworthy member. Who can fail to perceive this truth, who confiders the conduct of our friends ever fince

"that dire change,

Hateful to utter!?

Yet;