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ODE TO LORD M-RA.
on your head* some vengeance fell, M-ra, for every
I'd hear them by the dozen.
II. But still, howe'er you draw your bow,t Your charms improve, your triumphs grow, New grace adorns
your figure; More stiff your boots, more black your stock, Your hat assumes a prouder cock,
Like Pistol's (if 'twere bigger.)
HORACE. ODE VIII. BOOK II.
* Ulla si juris tibi pejerati
Pæna, Barine, nocuisset unquam ;
Crederem. + Sed tu simul obligāsti
So shall the Dublin Papers :
While troops blow out their tapers.
With B-st-rdg and with Bruin:
To prove his country's ruin.
Each day new followers I crowd your board, And lean expectants hail my Lord
* Expedit matris cineres opertos
Fallere, et toto † taciturna noctis
Ridet hoc, inquam, # Venus ipsa, rident
Adde quod pubes tibi crescit omnis
With adoration fervent:
Is still your humble servant.
To tax and save the nation :
To your Administration.
-nec priores Impiæ tectum dominæ relinquunt
Te suis matres metuunt juvencis
** The trepidation of Mr. T—ke, though natural, was not necessary; as it appeared from the ever-memorable “ Letter " to Mr. Mac Mahon,” (which was published about this time in the Morning Chronicle, and threw the whole town into paroxysms of laughter) that in the Administration which his Lordship was so gravely employed in forming, Mr. Fox was to have no place!
Jan. 29. The following Ode was dropped into the letter-box in our
Publisher's window. From its title_6 A BIT OF AN “ Ode to Mr. Fox”-we were led to imagine there was some mistake in the business, and that it was meant to have been conveyed to Mr. Wright's neighbour, Mr. Debrett, whom we recollected to have been the Publisher of the“ Half of a Letter to the same Gentleman, which occasioned so much noise (of horse-laughing) in the world. Our politics certainly do not entitle us to the honourable distinction of being made the channel for communicating such a production to the public. But for our parts, as we ure “ not at war with Genius," on whatever side we find it, we are happy to give this Poem the earliest place in our Paper; and shall be equally ready to pay the same attention to any future favours of the same kind, and from the same quarter. The Poem is a free translation, or rather, perhaps, imitation, of the 20th Ode of the 2d Book of Horace. We have taken the liberty to subjoin the passages of which the parallel is the most striking.
A BIT OF AN ODE TO MR. FOX.
That scare the vulgar reader :
A bold and free Seceder.
Shall live for everlasting :
Half-dead with rage and fasting,
* Non usitatâ nec tenui ferar
Penna, biformis per liquidum æthera
Non ego, quam vocas
Jamjam residunt cruribus asperæ