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 SENATORS. 
 
 LONG has the ftage provok'd the critic's ire, 
 Engag'd his feelings, and receiv'd his fire, 
 
 As if th' artillery of Longinus fchool 
 Should be but hurl'd on thofe who play the fool. 
 Ungen'rous fatire ! learn to fpare the man, 
 Who nightly ftrives to do the beft he can ; 
 Let the poor player heedlefs fume and roar, 
 " His hour once paft alas ! he's heard no more ;" 
 Or if he's heard, no more he fwells the dome, 
 But finks the hero of his humbler home. 
 
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 Draw then thy virulence from off the ftage, 
 
 And lam the rankling vices of the age ; 
 
 Collect thy wrath where nobler game invites, 
 
 And deal it round Cits, Burgesses, and Knights;; 
 
 That venal tribe, whofe actors fpeak for pay, 
 
 And oft declaim their country's rights away. 
 
 Calm are my thoughts, nor yet have rag'd in rhymes, 
 'Till now call'd forth by thefe oppreflive times ; 
 But when thofe chiefs, whom fuch the people make 
 To guard their rights, when every right's at flake ; 
 When fuch fhall break this confidential plan, 
 Which freedom form'd to rivet man to man ; 
 For bribes obey the minifterial rod, 
 And aye and noe it at an upftart's nod ;, 
 Then honeft indignation fwells my breaft, 
 And all th' infulted Briton Hands confeft ; 
 'Till rous'd with vengeance, in th' alarm of fear, 
 I match my pen, as warriors fnatch the ipear» 
 
 Come
 
 THE SENATORS, 
 
 Come, ftern-foul'd jufrice, then aflame command, 
 The rod and wreath held out in either hand, 
 Burft ope the fane, where this corruption lies, 
 And hold the mirror up to public eyes ; 
 Enrol their names in thy impartial leaves, 
 Who made this houfe of pray'r " a den of thieves :•" 
 Bare every breaft, however ribbon'd o'er, 
 Its virtues blazon, and it's faults explore. 
 
 Bred up in law's mechanic, plodding fchool, 
 Where forms for fenfe give credit to a fool, 
 Whofe duller foul for only quirks is fit, 
 Without one fpark of equity, or wit; 
 See Norton fits gorgonically great, 
 In all the dignity of wig and ftate ; 
 Whilft at his feet, to fhew his power to chide, 
 The gilded maces aid his furly pride. 
 Did parts depend on fubtleties of law, 
 Or where to find, or where to make a flaw. 
 
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 Or when to turn to ilatutes, when to quote, 
 
 Rear out to order, or roar out a vote ; 
 
 With other gifts politically fine, 
 
 Which mem'ry lends to dullnefs and defign ; 
 
 Then none with thee mould litigate the prize, 
 
 For the joint epithet of good, and wife. 
 
 But when fuch arts difgrace the fenate chair, 
 
 And loudly damn the vote which plac'd thee there : 
 
 Patriots in anger turn their heads awry, 
 
 And think of Onslow's merits with a figh. 
 
 Fir'd by that name, with eager hafte I run, 
 To fee the father honour'd in the fon ; 
 To fee thofe virtues, by defcent, rebloom, 
 In filial piety around his tomb ; 
 But oh ! the fad reverfe ! no fhoot's the fame, 
 Nor ought of Patriot Onslow, but" the name ; 
 Set in corruptions mould they wither'd lie, 
 Or in a rank luxuriance face the fky. 
 
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 Degenerate fon ! could not the glorious race 
 Thy fire performed, accelerate thy pace? 
 Could not the obvious track he left behind, 
 Direct thy fteps, invigorate thy mind ; 
 Teach thee the line to ftrike 'twixt freedom's fire, 
 And all that falfe ambition would defire ? 
 When mo u ting fenates hail'd him as their care, 
 And paid the farewel duties to his chair j 
 When ev'n his monarch join'd the friendly plan, 
 And pour'd his bounties on the good old man ; 
 Did not this day, I afk your recreant heart, 
 More opening glories to thy foul impart, 
 ('Tho unentitled to this general praife, 
 And but reflected by thy father's blaze) 
 Than penfion'd, titled flaves could ever meet, 
 
 With all the Treafury hoards beneath their feet ? 
 
 If folid judgment, amplitude of mind> 
 A patient temper, with a tafte refin'd ; 
 A promptitude to act on ev'ry call, 
 Which honour founds at to prevent her fall \ 
 
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 If fuch a patriotic name can raife, 
 
 And claim a juft certificate for praife, 
 
 Thefe, fteady Do wde swell ! all belong to you ; 
 
 Thefe are thy triumphs ; thefe thy honeit due. 
 
 When fome vile upftart, deftitute of fhame, 
 
 (Ellis, for inftance, of corrupted name) 
 
 Whom frolic fortune, in a wanton hour, 
 
 Fafhion'd a ftatefman to exert her pow'r ; 
 
 When fuch fhall rife, with hopes of plunder warm'd, 
 
 His heart with guile, his tongue with falfhoods arm'd ; 
 
 Only intent to aid the premier 's pride, 
 
 And, at a nod, to ftab his country's fide; 
 
 Does not each bofom liberally glow, 
 
 When honeft Dowdeswell wards th' uplifted blow ; 
 
 Braves every danger to defend her caufej 
 
 And ftands the firm protestor of her laws ? 
 
 Their fkill in filver ftrains let fpeakers wafte, 
 Who aim at penfions, or who aim at tafte ; 
 Whofe tones vibrating fl umber on the ear, 
 As free from pathos, as from judgment clear ; 
 
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 Such as of late the fwan-like Suffolk fung, 
 Ere flimfy honours ftopt his flimfier tongue ; 
 Above all fuch — 'tis thine for to impart 
 The ftrongeft feelings of an honeft heart ; 
 Unite with fenfe the manlinefs of fpeech, 
 And be yourfelf what you would others teach ; 
 For which accept the mufes warmed lays ; 
 For which accept thy grateful country's praile. 
 
 Perch'd on that bench * where fages have declaim'd, 
 And now a culprit, now a ftate arraign'd ; 
 Perhaps that fpot, where Chatham oft has rung 
 The pleafing changes of his tuneful tongue ; 
 What doubtful form is that, which holds its feat, 
 With fo much minifterial power elate ? 
 But hark, it fpeaks ! the hufky tones record, 
 Dyson its name, its rank a Treafury lord. 
 Gods ! fhall this thing, to nature a difgrace, 
 Thus arrogantly feize a ftatefman's place ? 
 
 * Treafury bench. 
 
 Defpis'd
 
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 Defpis'd at home, fpurrid from a ftjier-pore^ 
 
 Whofe growing years confirm his crimes the more ? 
 
 Oh ! fhame on every hand that lent an aid, 
 
 To lift a reptile up to fuch parade ! 
 
 For him no fpeech, however nobly fraught, 
 
 With force of genius, dignity of thought, 
 
 'Tho Burke mould charm us with his ufual blaze, 
 
 And ftrike all hearers but himfelf with praife, 
 
 Could e'er by chance his frigid breaft infpire, 
 
 Or give one glow of patriotic fire ; 
 
 Firm in the odious part to him aflign'd, 
 
 He fpurns the common feelings of mankind. 
 
 Yet tho' thus void of every juft pretence 
 To honour, juftice, dignity or fenfe ; 
 'Tho' ne'er one fmile unftrung that ftubborn face. 
 Except the carnal" coinage of grimace ; 
 'Tho' ne'er one look difclos'd a joy within, 
 Except in planning, or performing fin ; 
 Yet when fuch haggard features can impart, 
 The fecret workings of a venal heart ; 
 
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 When each difgufting part of fuch a whole, 
 Points to the ftygian darknefs of his foul ; 
 We thank thee, Nature, with a loud acclaim, 
 Which hangs out fuch a fign-poft to his fame. 
 
 Like mad Oreftes, in refentful ftrains, 
 When he of falfe Hermione complains, 
 See well-dreft, ranting Jenkinson advance, 
 In all the antient fpirit of romance ! 
 One leg's brought forward with theatric ftride, 
 (Your orators fhould always legs divide) 
 T'other's kept back, and humbly feems to wait, 
 A patient lacquey on its brother's ftate ; 
 Whilft, in his hand, a handkerchief he wears, 
 Alike the type of dignity and tears; 
 Accoutred thus, with all the modes of art, 
 Who'd not fuppofe his fpeech muft reach the heart. ? 
 Alas ! in empty {forms of rhet'ric toft, 
 Like fchool-boys bubbles, in the air they're loft, 
 Appearances employ his only care, 
 So words found fine, no matter what they are. 
 
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 In different drains does Barre's language flow, 
 A rough- hewn foldier all from top to toe ; 
 Like houeft Kent, inur'd to homely ways, 
 He fcorns the pliant courtier's mincing phrafe, 
 And with a daring rectitude of thought, 
 Hangs, in terrore7n^ every ftatefman's fault ; 
 No bribes cajole him, nor no fears repel, 
 For what he dares to think, he dares to tell. 
 Is Britain s flag infulted on the main f 
 Are laws infringed f jhould magiflrates complain f 
 Do long arrears difgrace a nation s trujl P 
 Or thofe turn knaves^ who re paid for being jujl ? 
 Then dauntlefs Barre takes his ufual (land, 
 And flings his arrows with avenging hand, 
 On ev'ry fide, above, behind, below, 
 Nor fpares the monarch in his country's foe. 
 But tho' fuch praifes on thy name attend, 
 Still, Barre, hear the dictates of a friend ; 
 Who here would counfel with the op'neft view, 
 And what he freely thinks, directs to you. 
 
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 Let not that tongue fo wantonly declaim, 
 Nor ftain a patriot with a brawler's name : 
 Illiberal phrafes on themfelves recoil, 
 And mar the ftatefman's zeal, the fpeaker's toil ; 
 Contract the mufe's power to chaunt her lays, 
 And rob thy vigilance of half its praife. 
 
 Townsend and Sawbridge late alike flood fair 
 In public confidence, as public care. 
 How fall'n ! from fuch a patriotic reign, 
 The livery's recent groans can beft explain. 
 Subtle the firft, ambition's favourite fon, 
 By turns of ev'ry party, now of none ; 
 Eager to climb, where intereft leads the way, 
 'Tho' dead to fentiment, alive to pay. 
 The next with eafier, gentler manners grac'd, 
 Poffefs'd of candor, rectitude, and tafte ; 
 Above all art to flatter, or deceive, 
 Hangs out his honeft heart upon his fleeve. 
 Thus bleft, was ever man fo much mifled, 
 By fuch a colleague, artful, and ill-bred ? 
 
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 Who talks of virtue, like a common whore, 
 Merely to hide his want of it the more ; 
 Who turn'd a patriot in misfortune's pet, 
 To fcreen a contraB., or to fcreen a debt ; 
 Whofe claim to friendship's but a matter flroke, 
 
 Tuft as the ivy twines the fturdy oak, 
 To ward the blow that fwells in yonder guft, 
 Which elfe would hurl it proftrate on the duft. 
 Turn then, my Sawbridge ! yes, I'll call thee mine, 
 For virtue's friends are favourites of the nine ; 
 Turn from this loofe defpoiler of your fame, 
 And arm'd with virtue fmgly truft your name ; 
 Then fhall confenting crowds again rejoice, 
 Again reftore you to the public voice. 
 
 Should anv member, anxious in debate. 
 On grounds miftaken ignorantly prate ; 
 Or urge for fadts the coinage of his brain, 
 Or bribe his audience with a filken ftrain ; 
 'Tis thine, O Cornwall, to repel fuch art, 
 And bare the venal, or misjudging heart : 
 
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 Point out what merits praife, what merits blame, 
 
 Damn with difgrace, or confecrate to fame. 
 
 Hufh'd at thy voice fee Cocking George fits frill, 
 
 And flound'ring Thurloe flops his murm'ring rill ; 
 
 Even thofe bablers, who furround the chair, 
 
 Whofe " Hear him ! Hear him !" rend the vaulted air ; 
 
 A while procraftinate their numb' ring power, 
 
 And give to freedom's caufe another hour. 
 
 By turns folicited by different plans, 
 Yet fix'd to none, Fox drefTes, games, harrangues : 
 Where varying fafhion leads the fportive band, 
 And whim and folly bound it hand in hand, 
 Behold him ambling through thefe flow'ry ways, 
 A model macaroni, A U Angloife. 
 Where gamefters meet to celebrate their nights, 
 (Thofe hopeful feminaries Frere s and White s) 
 The Proteus here with equal rage you fpy, 
 Difporting thoufands on th' uncertain dye ; 
 As if by arts like thefe he got his bread, 
 And liv'd dependant on a (harper's head : 
 
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 Who could fuppofe, thus prefs'd in pleafure's train, 
 That e'er he wifh'd to reach a ftatefman's fame ; 
 That e'er he fpoke with fuch an attic fire, 
 As forc'd ev'n patriots loudly to admire, 
 And, with a figh, recal the wand'ring youth 
 To paths of honour, dignity, and truth ? 
 
 Roufe then for fhame, nor thus mifpending time, 
 In idle follies facrifice thy prime ; 
 With cards, and dice no longer vigils keep, 
 Nor wafte thy morning's bloom in mid-day fleep. 
 Let fenfelefs foplings, every way difgrac'd, 
 Guiltlefs of fenfe, as uninform'd by tafte, 
 Their ilimfy parts more flimfily employ, 
 And falfly call their diflipation joy ; 
 'Tis yours to roufe capacity and fkill, 
 And turn thofe meaner paflions at your will ; 
 To act yourfelf, be confcious of your truft, 
 And blend the epithet of great with juft. 
 
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 His notes all conn'd, the daily bufinefs plann'd, 
 His vafTals ready bench' d on either hand ; 
 The nod receiv'd from yon official chair, 
 Which Bullface fometimes gives to fave the ear ; 
 With pride of eminence uprifes North, 
 And like his blufl'ring namefake fputter's forth. 
 But lead fuch polifh'd periods be forgot, 
 As oft is many a fenator's hard lot ; 
 In jingling records, mem'ry, let them live, 
 And his own words in his own phrafes give. 
 " Hem ! Mr. fpeaker, Sir, I rife thus late, 
 " To fay a word or two in this debate ; 
 " I fay, again, Sir, that I humbly rife, 
 " To give my vote for railing thefe fupplies, 
 " The times demand it — not that I fuppofe, 
 " The humbled Spaniards mean to come to blows ; 
 " For here 'tis under Mazerinos feal, 
 <c The vaft pacific fentiments they feci ; 
 " Beflde, from pratlice I'm inform'd at large, 
 " The man once beat^ returns not to the charge. 
 
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 " What means this grumbling then on ev'ry fide, 
 
 " Thofe obvious marks of difappointed pride ? 
 
 " Do they for oppofition all declare, 
 
 " And crofs cur ablefl plans becaufe they dare? 
 
 " I fee tis fo — but furely men of fenfe, 
 
 " To guard their pounds, will freely part with pence." 
 
 So fpake the chief, then fell into his feat, 
 
 In all the pomp of minifterial weight, 
 
 Whilft the long line of placemen learn'd their cue, 
 
 In every evolution, what to do. 
 
 From the receffes of her gloomy reign, 
 Where damps and darknefs nubilate the fcsene; 
 Where fogs thick gath'ring fan her ebon throne, 
 And folly's fons proclaim her as their own ; 
 Long fince has Dullness charitably fhed 
 Her drowfieft poppies on her Thurloe's head; 
 Long fince beitow'd that denfity of ikull, 
 Broad as unthinking, logically dull, 
 Whofe roof impervious can alike refifl:, 
 Wit's keeneft lightning, or the bruifer's fift. 
 
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 Hence when he fpeaks, his voice, jud like his form, 
 Contemns to pleafe, but boldly aims to dorm ; 
 Difcards each tone of tendernefs for force, 
 Rough though continued, fonorous though coarfe. 
 So fome cafcade, impetuous in its fall, 
 Breaks on the ear with unaccudom'd brawl ; 
 At rirft the noife alarms the bafking hind, 
 And darts and paufes occupy his mind ; 
 'Till by degrees the founds, unvaried, deep, 
 Wrap ev'ry fenfe in languor, and in fleep. 
 
 Such natural faults dill could the mufe forgive, 
 As Thurloes well as Lytteltons mud live, 
 Did honour regulate his only aim, 
 Or did he drive to grafp at honed fame ; 
 But when fuch ponderous parts would fain afpire 
 To court preferments, and an Attic fire, 
 To laugh, or lafh, is fure her legal due, 
 And hang fuch date Leviathans to view. 
 
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 See how unlike his brother of the quill, 
 The magic Dunning leads us at his will ! 
 Hear with what matchlefs eloquence and art, 
 He gains the laft recefTes of the heart, 
 Winds every pailion with fuperior force, 
 Directs their aim, and regulates their courfe 1 
 Thou great, tho' little, dapper, mighty man, 
 Who, on fuch points, can varioufly harangue ! 
 Who, with fuch pow'rs, can equally prevail, 
 As for thy client, for thy country's weal ; 
 Say, what can urge thee to defpoil this name, 
 By once reflecting * on a nation's fame ? 
 The faults of fame no more the many rule, 
 Than pug-dog features indicate a fool ; 
 Falfhood and fraud in every climate fhoot, 
 Rome had its C/Esars, Britain has its Bute. 
 Fly then this track which all your merits mar, 
 Beneath the fenate, as beneath the bar ; 
 
 * A meannefs this gentleman is fo much pofiefied of, that he feldom neglects 
 a fingle opportunity of reflecting on the Scotch, Irijh, and 2'orkjrjire. 
 
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 True fterling wit difclaims fuch paltry aid, 
 It glooms her vicYries, narrows her parade. 
 
 Another lawyer, differing from thefe two, 
 With crutch and flannel grac'd, falutes our view ; 
 A fober veteran of the jarring fchool, 
 Who acts from quirk, and militates by rule ; 
 Who daily proftitutes his art for pence, 
 Without or Thurloe's lead, or Dunning's fenfe ; 
 Whofe learn'd quotations, or whofe ftrokes of glee, 
 Are all contain'd in thefe two words — his fee. 
 
 Now in the hall he quickly finds a flaw, 
 Which in the fenate he fupports as law ; 
 A while for Wilkes and liberty he writes; 
 Then turns a truant to the bill of rights : 
 Now thro' the colonies he rings alarms, 
 And, Richard like, calls out, " To arms! To arms !" 
 Then meanly quibbles to deny that name, 
 By which he rofe to popular acclaim. 
 
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 Such is the picture, take it all in all, 
 Nor think the teints are overcharg d with gall ; 
 Should any doubt the features not a -kin, 
 Behold th' original in Serjeant Glynn. 
 
 Another yet, like Banquo's rifing race, 
 Clofes the group, and fternly takes his place. 
 But how fhall words, imperfect words, defcribe 
 This fcandal to the loweft of his tribe ? 
 This man of art, and cunning without end, 
 Whom Priddles felf would blufh to call as friend ? 
 Nor fhall the mufe (for fuch reflects her fame) 
 Once flop to publifh this apoftate's name ; 
 Sawney, thou peftilence of modern times, 
 Come forth, and ftand recorded in thefe rhymes ; 
 Come forth, with all thy primnefs and grimace, 
 Thy lilly band, and thy impoverifh'd face ; 
 Pofterity demands this pious care, 
 'Tis fit they know what Wedderburnes were. 
 
 Yet
 
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 Yet once it was when, i&?//tf/-like, he fung, 
 When manna feem'd to drop beneath his tongue ; 
 When Io Paeans rang the vaulted roof, 
 And pale corruption trembling flood aloof ; 
 But ev'n this rage of eloquence was art, 
 For all was falfe, and hollow at his heart; l ... 
 
 The various bribes, by which courts oft engage 
 The wants of youth, or avarice of age, 
 Found out an inftant paflage to his mind, 
 Nor left one trace of honefty behind ; 
 For thefe fair fame, and plighted faith he gave, 
 And chang'd th' applauded patriot for the (lave. 
 Say, with what matchlefs bronze art thou porTefr., 
 That grief nor fhame ne'er vifited thy breaft, 
 That recollection never kindly ftole 
 A moment's paufe to harrow up thy foul ? 
 Elfe fure mere inftinct would have fhap'd the way. 
 To fly the public wrath, and face of day ; 
 Shevv'd thee, X\k.z filing Torke, fome pitying grave. 
 The laft fad refuge oi; the bafe and brave. 
 
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 As Painters, who judiciously fupply 
 Their groups with contrafts, to relieve the eye ; 
 So poets, fometimes, fhould purfue this plan, 
 Oppofe the virtuous to the vicious man ; 
 They, to each other, give reflected aid, 
 The bright grows brighter, more obfcure the {hade. 
 Come, gentle Savile, then thou favourite name, 
 And whilft whole crowds pour out their loud acclaim, 
 Permit the mufe to raife her feebler voice, 
 Who joins, fincerely, in the gen'ral choice. 
 Yet hard the tafk for ev'n her boldeil lays, 
 To praife, yet ftill fufhciently to praife ; 
 To hit thofe happy teints which beft declare, 
 A name fo juft, fo honour'd, and fo fair. 
 If me mould draw thee, fir'd with honeft zeal, 
 Defending ev'ry liberty you feel, 
 Or, with like care, maintaining ev'ry 'good, 
 Our hardier fathers fanction'd with their blood, 
 Thy private worth, as jealous of her caufe, 
 Afibrts an equal tribute of applaufe, 
 
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 Hails thee by ev'ry name which heav'n can lend, 
 The widow's hufband, and the good man's friend. 
 
 Loud ring this truth, and let it be imprefl 
 On each half-reafoning politician's breaft, 
 Howe'er misjudging, or mock patriots brawl, 
 That public character is all in all, 
 'Tis falfe as dicers oaths, or air, or hell, 
 Who errs in private^ never can a& well ; 
 Nor honour, faith, nor truth to fuch belong ; 
 Who can be right, whofe life is in the wrong ? 
 Can vice originate from virtue's root ? 
 Can the fame trees produce a different fruit ? 
 Can rank rebellion love its lawful king ? 
 Or ftreams run clear from their polluted fpring ? 
 Produce fuch vouchers firft, and then proclaim, 
 The patriot and the man are not the fame. 
 
 The name of Mawbey fhould I leave unfung ? 
 
 But Mawbey, as he has, will ufe — a tongue. 
 
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 Strange that thofe rules which golden 7tumbers give, 
 
 To teach the plodding tradefman how to live, 
 
 Should not content him, but he muft afpire, 
 
 To probe the heart, and catch a ftatefman's lire ; 
 
 Ape action, attitude, and Attic lore, 
 
 And ftrive to be what Tully was before ; 
 
 But 'tis the age when politics abound, 
 
 Hence who is not your orator profound ? 
 
 Mas call obeys the felf-infpiring call, 
 
 And, quitting Galen, clyfter-pipes, and all, 
 
 Hurries to give his lectures at Guildhall. 
 
 In the fame booth, with well-curl'd wig awry, 
 
 Bellas declaims on lofs of liberty ; 
 
 Whilft Lovell, with clench'd fift, and leg recoil'd, 
 
 Shews what a matchlefs bruifer has been fpoil'd. 
 
 Ceafe then to climb this fteep, where few afcend, 
 
 Where various talents muft fo much befriend ; 
 
 Where the pale lamp, oft trimm'd by midnight toil, 
 
 Muft meet with genius to reward the foil : 
 
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 Purfue, as you've begun, the patriot's part, 
 And aye and noe it with a candid heart ; 
 On thefe two words your future trophies raile, 
 An honeft man deferves our gen'ral praife. 
 
 In nature's volume read, Clare has a mind, 
 Fitted to ferve his country, and mankind ; 
 But, train'd in courts, where flatt'ry plies her trade ? 
 And all the actors ftrut in mafquerade j 
 Where nods are giv'n to fmife the fuppliant mute, 
 From the badg'd yeoman up to garter'd Bute j 
 This he foon barter'd for a ftatefman's grace, 
 An IriJJj title, and an Irijb place. 
 Flence, like a fponge, he foaks his leader's fmile, 
 And learns his art to bully or beguile ; 
 Rails where he rails, but where he would commend, . 
 Aflumes the facred habit of a friend. 
 
 Sprung from a barren corner of this ille, 
 Where partial Fortune feldom deigns to fmile, 
 
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 Or, when me does, (he fmiles in fuch a fort, 
 
 As if fhe mock'd her giddy fpirit for't. 
 
 Oft has the lire of Gill y * tended flocks, 
 
 And watch'd, and flept it on the barren rocks ; 
 
 Oft by the murm'ring ftreamlet has he mus'd, 
 
 Alike for muiic, or for bev'rame us'd, 
 
 'Till Chance, to mew the vanity of pride, 
 
 Play'd her firft prank in making him a guide, -f 
 
 From this glad hour, from whence or how he fprung, 
 
 Never efcap'd his wily offspring's tongue, 
 
 Who, from this hour, left nothing uneffay'd, 
 
 Which up to int'reft, or ambition play'd, 
 
 'Till by that fcience, worldlings all call wife, 
 
 (But which the lib'ral bofom muft defpife) 
 
 The peafant's cub has fcrap'd a Chartres hoard, 
 
 And flaunts Sir Gilbert at the council board. 
 
 Such is the fmifh'd flatefman, which ftands forth, 
 
 As mighty fecond to the mightier North. 
 
 * Sir G. Elliot. 
 
 T The firft rife of Sir Gilbert Elliot's father (who was a Scotch fliepherd) 
 was by being a guide to the Royal Army in the rebellion of 17 15. 
 
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 The little arts, by which he crept to place, 
 Difguife, intrigue, fervility, grimace, 
 Are ftill employ'd to guard a public weal, 
 And didtate to Britannia how to feci ; 
 Hence are her fleets degraded, treaties broke, 
 And all her fpirit turn'd to Spanifj joke. 
 
 O Cecil, Sommers, Craiggs, blefr. fpirits, hear !_ 
 If yet thy country mould employ thy care ; 
 If e'er to earth thy patriot forms defcend, 
 To her thy courage, ufual judgment lend ; 
 And when fuch upftarts, in an evil hour, 
 By pride milled, would madly aim at pow'r, 
 Blaft all fuch phantoms from behind the crown, 
 And to their primal nothing melt them down. 
 
 Could a long anceflry, with titles grae'd, 
 Crown'd with defert, and prodigal in tafte, 
 Honour'd as ftatefmen, by the crowd admir'd, 
 With love of fame, and martial deeds infpir'd ; 
 
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 Could thefe tranfmit their virtues with their name, 
 Who then fo lov'd, fo honour' d as Germaine ? 
 But what will real dignity infufe ? 
 Alas! not Dorset's valour, Dorset's mufe ? 
 Yet, when, of late, vile placemen led the way* 
 And fcatter'd poifons in the face of day ; 
 When flav'ry all her venal trophies bore, 
 By numb'ring two to one, or jive to four', 
 To fee thee, then, engage in freedom's caufe* 
 Affert her empire, and enforce her laws, 
 To hear thee, then, with Ciceronian rage, 
 Hold up the noxious mirror to the age, 
 .My foul has caught the fympathizing ftrain, 
 And blotted from her mem'ry Minderis plain. 
 
 As one well vers'd in the Brought onian trade, 
 Whom coarfer nature for a bully made, 
 Clumfy, robuft, irregular, and ftrong, 
 Who can't be faid to walk, but flump along, 
 
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 Apart, in furly pride, fee Rigby ftand, 
 
 The remnant leader of the Bloomfbury band. 
 
 On flrength of family will fome depend, 
 
 To form an int'reft, or to gain a friend, 
 
 Others by money expedite their way, 
 
 And open all things with a golden key ; 
 
 Whilfr. fome, long vvand'ring thro' the gloom of night, 
 
 By merit, find a paflage to the light ; 
 
 But, fcorning.each fuch regular attack, 
 
 Rigby depended folely on his back> 
 
 With this, and impudence, the bruifer's dow'r, 
 
 He fought his way to fortune, and to pow'r. 
 
 What tho' no booth he kept, nor follow'd trade, 
 
 Juft like his ftrolling brothers of the blade, 
 
 Where Merry Andrew plies his ev'ry grin, 
 
 To take th' unwary, greafy rabble in ; 
 
 Yet greater fees remunerate his toils, 
 
 And now a place, and now a nation's fpoils, 
 
 To crown the whole, and blefs his brawny arms, 
 
 A Dutchcfs waits in all her jointur'd charms, 
 
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 Eager to climb the rugged fteeps of fame, 
 The modefl Phipps puts in his double claim, 
 Soldier, and patriot — names, that both commend,. 
 And point him out his country's dearefr, friend ;. 
 But as a ftripling in the public caufe, 
 His mind juft fir'd with popular applaufe, 
 As yet untry'd, by thofe all-pow'rful things, 
 Title, place, penfion, honorary ftrings r 
 The mufe corrects the ardour of her lays, 
 Left time mould cenfure, what me now might praife. 
 
 Courtiers, thro' ev'ry age, are much the fame, 
 And mount the ufual fteps to courtiers fame ; 
 To cringe, and pilfer, form their general creed, 
 And laugh at merit, where it can't fucceed; 
 But Barrington a grand improver fhines, 
 And on this puerile, half-form'd plan refines ; 
 His fearching eye takes in a larger view, 
 And boldly does whate'er he's bid to. do,. 
 
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 Whether to rob, with an unfparing hand, 
 
 Or fcatter ?nurder$ through a groaning land. 
 
 Sure recollection ftill weeps o'er the day, 
 
 In bloody calends mark'd, the tenth of May. *' 
 
 When harmlefs crowds, by warmth of freedom lur'd, 
 
 Hung round thofe walls where Wilkes had been immur'd, 
 
 Their only crime, to eafe a fufferer's care, 
 
 And arm his heart 'gainft forrow and defpair, 
 
 How thy unfeeling, mercenary crew, 
 
 Swept off whole files, beneath the prifoner's view, 
 
 Nor rank, nor fex efcap'd their glutlefs rage, 
 
 Nor thoughtlefs youth, nor inoffenfive age, 
 
 Refolv'd, like Renault, blood enough to fpill, 
 
 Their general orders, not to take, but kill. 
 
 Amongft the reft, O mem'ry ! fpare the tale, 
 
 Left ftones fhould weep, and elements fhould rail ! 
 
 & youth, as yet, in manhood's courfe untry'd, 
 
 His mother's comfort, and his father's pride, 
 
 * The tragedy of St. George's Fields, performed en this .day, in the year 1768s, 
 at the particular command of Lord Barrington, 
 
 Blefx.
 
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 Bled with thofe humbler virtues, which endear, 
 
 A fecial heart, and fympathizing tear, 
 
 Fell undiftinguifh'd, at thy flern command, 
 
 His head unpillow'd by a parent's hand. 
 
 And canft thou then, without remorfe, or dread, 
 
 With this, and ten-fold mifchiefs on thyliead, 
 
 From luft to pow'r, from pow'r to luft ftill rove, 
 
 A debauchee in politics, as love ? 
 
 Hence, mifcreant, to fome lonely cell repair, 
 
 And there apply to penitence, and pray'r, 
 
 From courts, and camps, to fhame, and forrow fly, 
 
 And, as you creep to death, learn how to die. 
 
 Bui: hark, what magic diflipates thofe cares, 
 And laps my foul in more than Lydian airs, 
 Tunes ev'ry joy, bids pleafure recommence, 
 And blends the pow'rs of harmony, with fenfe ! 
 'Tis Burke harangues the graces in his train, 
 And, when he fpeaks, 'tis flavery to complain. 
 
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 See England's Genius, queen of arts and arms, 
 (By various infults, robb'd of half her charms) 
 Lur'd by his voice, her ufual port afTumes, 
 And, in her native fmiles, once more re-blooms ! 
 See too corruption, fetter'd by her fide, 
 A while restrains her violence, and pride, 
 Flafh'd with conviction, wonder, and amaze, 
 She dares not cenfure, tho' fhe will not praife ! 
 
 Hail ! matchlefs blefling, Elocution, hail ! 
 How do thy pow 'rs in ev 'ry clime prevail ? 
 How do thy pow 'rs in ev ry age command, 
 Infpire with truth, or flop the ruffian's hand ? 
 By thee the Grecian fage 'gainft Philip fought, 
 And flew whole armies by the force of thought ; 
 By thee 'twas Tully gain'd fuch vaft renown, 
 His wreath fuperior to the tyrant's crown. 
 'Tho' Gothic darknefs wrapp'd the world in night, 
 And gloom'd, awhile, thy unexpiring light, 
 
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 Thy flame, thus fmother'd, but illum'd the more, 
 And gain'd frefli vot'ries on Britannia's fhore ; 
 From age to age, thy cheering founds infpir'd, 
 Now footh'd with Cecil, now with Russel flr'd ; 
 Nay, ev'n in thofe dilLonour'd times of fhame, 
 When moft are diffident to follow fame, 
 When place, and bribe, on ev'ry ear is rung, 
 And damning gold's prepar'd to chain the tongue, 
 Thy luftre mines with undiminifh'd rays, 
 Alike the gueft of Gregories, and of Hqyes. * 
 
 And now the mufe (with courage not her own, 
 But that which heav'n protects with Freedom's throne) 
 Has dar'd a baleful paflage to explore, 
 And tread thofe mazes, never trod before. 
 And Oh ! with grief, and fhame, (he's forc'd to fpeak, 
 The flufh of anger redd'ning on her cheek, 
 How in this gen'ral view, the people's choice, 
 Where all mould fpeak with honour's clearer!: voice, 
 * The country feats of Lord Chatham and Mr. Burke. 
 
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 The greater part indulge where paflions crave, 
 And quit the patriot, for the fen fond jlave. 
 
 Hear then, ye few, in whom we frill may find 
 An active, fpotlefs principle of mind, 
 Whofe w ell-try 'd fouls have ev'ry danger brav'd, 
 Whom artificial wants have not enflav'd, 
 Stand firm, in confcious rectitude array 'd, 
 And give your bleeding country all your aid. 
 Weigh well this truth your fages have expreft, 
 And let it cling round ev'ry patriot's bread, 
 The rights of Englishmen can ne'er, decay, 
 Unless their guardians fling those rights away-. 
 Tho' the King s friends y act as their country s foes t 
 And all our .dear-bought liberties oppofe, 
 Tho' Treafury Lords a nation's wealth exhauft, 
 And purchafe flavery at the public cofr, 
 Tho' pre?niers pimp for ribbons t or for gain, 
 And Marriage Acts diigrace a Brunfwick's reign, 
 
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 Tho' thole, whom lately you have call'd your own, 
 Falfe to their facred truft, are traitors grown, 
 
 ho' half the bufinefs of deftru&ion's done, 
 And Freedom's clofing, like a- letting. fun; 
 Dp thou, a fmall, but virtuous phalanx ftand, 
 And'gUard, at rilk of life, your native land ; 
 This charge to ev'ry Senator is given, 
 Do this, and leave the refidue to heaven. 
 
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