EPIGRAM. ON THE TOASTs of the kit-CAT CLUB, ANNO 1716.* WHENCE deathless KIT-CAT took its name, Few critics can unriddle: From no trim beaux its name it boasts, TO A LADY, WITH THE TEMPLE OF FAME. WHAT'S fame with men, by custom of the nation, About them both why keep we such a pother? The Kit-cat Club, which was the point of convivial union among the friends of the Hanoverian succession, was sometimes said to have derived its name from Christopher Kat, a pastry-cook, remarkable for the excellence of his twopenny pies. Others supposed it was from a cat and fiddle, the sign of the tavern. But the epigrammatist, with no very pregnant humour, derives it from their toasts, upon each of whom they wrote verses, which were engraved upon the glasses consecrated to the health proposed. Sir W. Scott. ON THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON PALLAS grew vapourish once and odd; Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing. Jove frown'd, and "Use (he cried) those eyes "So skilful, and those hands so taper; Do something exquisite and wise-" She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut paper. This vexing him who gave her birth, Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; Alas! one bad example shown, How quickly all the sex pursue! See, madam, see the arts o'erthrown Between John Overton and you! POEMS ON READING THE TRAVELS OF CAPTAIN LEMUEL GULLIVER. [ON the publication of Gulliver's Travels, Pope wrote several pieces of humour, intended to accompany the work, which he sent to Swift; and in a letter some time afterwards, dated 8th March, 1726-7, he says: "You received, I hope, some commendatory verses from a Horse and a Lilliputian to Gulliver, and an heroic Epistle of Mrs. Gulliver. The bookseller would fain have printed them before the second edition of the book; but I would not permit it without your approbation; nor do I much like them."-It is probable, however, that Swift sent them to the press, as they were printed in the same year (1727,) at Dublin, by and for John Hyde, bookseller in Dame-street, in a small duodecimo of sixteen pages, under the title of Poems occasioned by reading the Travels of Captain Lemuel Gulliver, explanatory and commendatory; from which edition they are here given.] TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN-MOUNTAIN. AN ODE BY TITTY TIT, POET LAUREATE TO HIS MAJESTY OF LILLIPUT. TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH. IN amaze Lost I gaze! Can our eyes Reach thy size! May my lays Swell with praise, Worthy thee! Worthy me! Muse, inspire Of him told, When they said Atlas' head Propp'd the skies: See! and believe your eyes! See him stride Valleys wide, Over woods, Over floods! When he treads, Mountains' heads Groan and shake: Armies quake: Lest his spurn Overturn Man and steed: Troops, take heed! Left and right, Speed your flight! Lest an host Beneath his foot be lost! Turn'd aside From his hide Safe from wound, Darts rebound. From his nose Clouds he blows: When he speaks, When he eats, Famine threats! When he drinks, In mid air, On thy hand Let me stand; So shall I, Lofty poet! touch the sky. THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG. A PASTORAL. Soon as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing care, In peals of thunder now she roars, and now, Her locks dishevell'd and her flood of tears, |