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Then let the boobies stay at home;

Twould cost him, I dare say,
Less trouble taking twice the sum

Without the clowns that pay.

SONNET, ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ. On bis emphatical and interesting Delivery of the Defence of Warren

Hastings, Esq., in the House of Lords. COWPER, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard,

Legends prolix delivers in the ears

(Attentive when thou read'st) of England's peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward. Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,

Expending late on all that length of plea

Thy generous powers, but silence honour'd thee,
Mute as e'er gazed on orator or bard.
Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and headand couldst with music sweet

Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renown'd forefathers, far and wide
Thy fame diffuse, praised not for utterance meet

Of others' speech, but magic of thy own.

LINES ADDRESSED TO DR DARWIN,

AUTHOR OF "THE BOTANIC GARDEN."
Two Poets* (poets, by report,

Not oft so well agree),
Sweet harmonist of Flora's court!

Conspire to honour thee.
They best can judge a poet's worth,

Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth

By labours of their own.
We therefore pleased, extol thy song,

Though various, yet complete,
Rich in embellishment as strong,

And learned as 'tis sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,

Though, could our hearts repine
At any poet's happier lays,

They would they must at thine.
But we, in mutual bondage knit

Of friendship's closest tie,
Can gaze on even Darwin's wit

With an unjaundiced eye; • Allading to the poem by Mr Hayley, which accompanied these linen

And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,

And howsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for theo.

Unworthy of his own.

ON MRS MONTAGU'S FEATHER-HANGINGS.
The birds put off their every hue
To dress a room for Montagu.

The peacock sends his heavenly dyes
His rainbows and his starry eyes;
The pheasant plumes, which round enfold
His mantling neck with downy gold;
The cock his arch'd tail's azure show;
And, river-blanch'd, the swan his snow,
All tribes beside of Indian name,
That glossy shine, or vivid flame,
Where rises, and where sets the day,
Whate'er they boast of rich and gay,
Contribute to the gorgeous plan,
Proud to advance it all they can.
This plumage neither dashing shower,
For blasts, that shake the dripping bower,
Shall drench again or discompose,
But, screen'd from every storm that blows,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
Safe with protecting Montagu.

To the same patroness resort, Secure of favour at her court, Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought, Which, though new-boru, with vigour move, Like Pallas springing arm'd from Joven Imagination scattering round Wild rosas over furrow'd ground, Which Labour of his frown beguile, And teach Philosophy a smile Wit flashing on Religion's side, Whose fires, to sacred truth applied, The gem, though luminous before, Obtrude on human notice more, Like sunbeams on the golden height Of some tall temple playing brightWell tutor'd Learning, from his books Dismiss'd with grave, not haughty, looke, Their order on his shelves exact, Not more harmonious or compact Than that to which he keeps confined The various treasures of his mindAll these to Montagu's repair, Ambitious of a shelter there. There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit, Their ruffled plumage calm refit

(For stormy troubles loudest roar
Around their flight who highest soar),
And in her eye, and by her aid,
Shine safe without a fear to fade.

She thus maintains divided sway
With yon bright regent of the day;
The Plume and Poet both we know
Their lustre to his influence owe;
And she the works of Phoebus aiding,
Both Poet saves and Plume from fading.

VERSES, Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary abode

in the island of Juan Fernandez.
I AM monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute ;
From the centre all round to the sea

I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude! where are the charms

That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms

Than reigu in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone,
Never hear the sweet music of speech,

I start at the sound of my own.
The beasts, that roam over the plain,

My form with indifference see;
They are so unacquainted with man,

Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestow'd upon man,
0, had I the wings of a dove,

How soon would I taste you again!
My sorrows I then might assuage

In the ways of religion and truth,
Might learn from the

wisdom of age,
Ănd be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion ! what treasure untold

Resides in that heavenly word !
More precious than silver and gold

Or all that this earth can afford.
But the sound of the church-going bell

These valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sigh’d at the sound of a knell,,

Or smiled when a Sabbath appear’d.
Ye winds, that have made me your sport,

Convey to this desolate shore
Some cordial endearing report

Of a land I shall visit no more.

My friends, do they now and then send

A wish or a thought after me?
O tell me I yet have a friend,

Though a friend I am never to see.
How fleet is the glance of the mind !

Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light.
When I think of my own native land,

In a moment I seem to be there;
But alas! recollection at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,

The beast is laid down in his lair;
Even here is a season of rest,

And I to my cabin repair.
There's mercy in every place,

And mercy, encouraging thought!
Gives even affliction a grace,

And reconciles man to his lot.

ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE

RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA,
Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
To names ignoble, born to be forgot!
In vain recorded in historic page,
They court the notice of a future age:
Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land
Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand;
Lethæan gulfs receive them as they fall,
And dark oblivion soon absorbs them all.

So when a child, as playful children use,
Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news,
The flame extinct, he views the roving fire-
There goes my lady, and there goes the squire,
There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark!
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk!

REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE,

NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKA.

BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,

The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,

To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
With

a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.

In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear,

And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,

Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then holding the spectacles up to the court

Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,

Design'd to sit close to it just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose

('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,

Pray, who would, or who could, wear spectacles then 1 On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,

With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,

And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how),

He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes :
But what were his arguments few people know,

For the court did not think they were equally wise.
So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone,

Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,

By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut!

ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,

And Genius shed his rays.
See! with united wonder cried

The experienced and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age !
Discernment, eloquence, and grace,

Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth,
Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deem'd his own.

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