Nor abfent he-well skilled in tripping tricks, He chang'd his friends to change his ribbon's hue. 115 O, may thefe offerings foothe thy grinning ghost! 120 'Till hungry fubalterns with Richmond dine, 'Till Beaufoy's brewage fhall be quaft for wine, NOTES. narvon is the name by which this moft illuftrious Jacobin Alarmist, is hailed by his admiring fellow-citizens? It is faid, that when he was only Baron Porchetter, he went to dine with the fociety of Friends of the People, affociated for the Reform of Parliament, and approving highly of the objects thofe gentlemen proposed to themfelves by their affociation, only expreffed an apprehenfion, that they would stop at half-meafures, and not go far enough to fatisfy men fo fincere in the cause as himself. The fecret of his anxiety is now come out. If the affociation had taken his advice, probably he would have been a marquis, or an archbishop-Who knows? Ver. 110.] Tommy Tyrrwhitt. An eminent feceder from the Whig Club. There were many others who could not bear to fit in the fame company with thofe determined Jacobins the Duke of Portland, Earl Fitzwilliam, &c. &e. Ver. 112.] Carlile. This nobleman cannot be accused of a vulgar preference to "folid pudding," over "empty praife," after his very wife remark on the Duke of Devonshire's blue ribbon; which he affirmed, with no fmall exultation, was the only fubftantial thing the whigs had obtained for themselves by the Marquis of Rockingham's administration in 1782. VARIATIONS. Ver. 112.] Originally thus: From Fox to Pitt the change was green to blue IMITATIONS. Such are thy triumphs Till hungry fubalterns. Ver. 119 to 128.] Hac tibi femper erint Du juga montis aper, &c. Semper bones, nomenque tuum, laudefque manebunt. "Till Shuckborough's visage shall be less uncouth, BURGESS. 125 What gifts, sweet Rofe, are to thy numbers due? Ver. 129. IMITATIONS. What gifts, fweet Rose! Quæ tibi, quæ tali reddam pro carmine dona? VOTES. Ver. 129.] What gifts—are to thy numbers due? 135 At first we were rather at a lofs to account for our poet's frequent recourfe to this fpecies of wit; but there is now every reafon to think he does it to compliment his new correfpondent Sir Richard Hill, Bart. whofe various poetical compofitions difperfed about his pleasure grounds at Hawkftone, fuch as witty infcriptions on a pair of croffed whalebones, pathetic lamentations on half-devoured rabbits, and above all, that elegant address to Neptune's Whim (by which name the facetious member for Shropfhire has been pleafed to distinguish a certain very useful building on his premifes) have lately made a diftinguifhed appearance in the under-fecretary's favourite news-paper. Such indeed is the charming fimplicity of this laft little poem, that we should confider ourselves highly to blame did we withhold it from our readers. "Neptune! thy province is to swim, Not to regard this little whim; Art thou with water difcontent, That thou haft chang'd thy element ?” We requeft the learned will favour us with their comments on thefe, as well as the rest of the worthy baronet's ftanzas. Ver. 133.] Herriott-an obfcure paragraph writer. COM THE GIPSY's SONG. OME, crofs my hand! my art furpaffes Unclos'd the book of fate to fee; I guide the pale moon's filver waggon; The winds in magic bonds I hold; I charm to fleep the crimfon dragon, Who loves to watch o'er buried gold, And woundless tread on snakes asleep. *Though this article paffed to the prefent collection through the medium of a newspaper, it is understood to have been taken in the first from Mr. Lewis's Novel, The Monk. FINIS. |