33\ rit: 'nm^ 0^ 6 — = 8 -TJ y . . ■ Manijia i3-iurfwitfd w THE PATRIOT, A PINDARIC ADDRESS T O Lord BUCKHO RSE. ' O ! mihi tarn longoi maneat pars ultima vitc?^ SpirituSy et qiianiiitn fat erit tua dicere faSla ! ViRG. CAMBRIDGE, Printed by Fletcher and Hod son: And lold by J. Dodsley, in Pail-Mall j S Crowder, in Pater-Noftcr-Row' ; J. Almon, in Piccadilly ; and M. Hingeston, near Temple -Bar, London. MDCCLXVII. V * T O -^-^/^ Lord BUCKHORSE, '^ IN VENERATION OF H IS LORDSHI P's PATRIOTIC VIRTUES, THE FOLLOWING POEM IS MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED, BY HIS LORDSHIP'S MOST DEVOTED, MOSTOBLIGED, AND MOST OBEDIENT HUMBLE SERVANT, Camhidge, THEAUTHOR. 1767. 835739 ( 5 ) To Lord BUCKHORSE. ^TTTHILE you, my Lord^ great Drury\ Weal fuftain, Light ev'ry Walk, and open all the Lane, With Strength of Arm plead Black- boy AUey\ Caufc, Adorn with Manners, and improve with Laws ; Much would the Public fufFcr from the Song That dar'd^ O Buckhorse, to detain thee long. When Alhd's. warlike Sons of Yore, Held fagc Debate on Tyber s Shore, • Vide HoR. Epift. i. Lib. i. Cum tot fuftiueas, (^c. B A ( 6 ) A patriot Captain, of Banditti Was made their Chairman of Committee, And plann d great Rome's imperial City : Where now, inOirin'd among the Gods, With Joy he views, from Heav'n's Abodes, Meek Cardinals, and Jioly Fryars, For Learning fam'd, and chafte Defires, Seafon the tender Minds of Youth With Virtue, Liberty, and Truth : Like him confign'd to glorious Reft Amid the Regions of the Bleft^ Ko lefs, in thefe dcgen'rate Days, A pious Knight demands our Praife, Who, from an ardent Love of Knowledge, Bequeath'd his Wealth to found a College. And much we wifh, my Lord, that you Such bright Examples would purfue, Build ( 7 ) Build here Ibmc noble rich Foundation, And form a Plan of Education To mend the Morals of the Nation ; Vifit yourfclf your own Afylum, Statutes and wholfome Laws, compile 'em_, Nor fuffer Blfliops to embroil 'cm ; Corrcdl their Manners, not fo gently As Fame reports of Doctor B-ntl-v, But at th' Elcdlion of their Stewards, Accept, my Lord, my Thoughts In few Words: If feme important dull Logician, Smit by the Daemon of Ambition, In pedant Politics officious For MachJavel quits Burgerfdiclus ; Or like the great Men's Nomcnclator Tom Turbulent, that meddling Prater, WitK ( 8 ) With Pcrtncfs, Pride, and Mcannefs join'd To vacant Head, and reftlefs Mind, O'er thefe calm Realms^ whence Science fprings^ Bids Difcord wave her baleful WingSj Thefe bleft Abodes in Ferment puts— — » Give him a Driver in the Guts, And make fuch fadtious, ill-bred Chuckles, P-evere the Influence of your Knuckles ; Thus all their Feuds and Tumults quell. And Peace reftore to Ifrael : So may the Swans of Camus raife Their tuneful Throats to chaunt thy Praife, ^ Gra?ita her Lift of Worthies crowning With Names of Buckhorse and of Downing. • Vide Commem. Benefaft. Bacchus ( ) * Bacchus, when India was o'crcome, And War compos'd by Wine and Rum, (Which, you'll confers yoiirfelf, my Lord, Is better far than Fire and Sword) To Egypt wentj as rich as thofe Who've feiz'd a Nabob by the Nofe ; And there, as ancient Bards relate, Purchas'd a ruin'd 'Squire's Eftatc ; Rubb'd up the Family Chateau, Whofe Front three Window- Lights could flicW' — The reft were dark'ned long ago : There foon, by Jollity and Bounty,,. Gain'd Int'rcft both in Town and County ; * Vitl. Dionyf. de fitu Orbis, lin. 1155. Cur'd ( 'O ) Cur'd an old May'r of drinking Water, Sung Catches with his Wife and Daughter, Sent Ven'son, which was kindly taken, "" And Woodcocks, which they boil'd with Bacon ; Created honorary Freemen, Gave Toafts, and fwallow'd more than three Men, Granted, from fatherly AfFedlion, To cv'ry Voter his Protcdlion, Got drunk, and carry'd his Eleftion ; A Work, my Lord, which all the World, next Year, Expedl from you_, and many a Patriot Peer. Pollux, my Lord, and Castor too, Were Bruifers both renown'd like you, * ^aq-j ipfe iniferrima vidi. Virg. Were ( " ) Were known at Cockpits, Fairs, and Races, And bore their Links at public Places ; Now turn'd to heav'nly Conftcllations, Purfue their ancient Occupations : Yet all thefe Heroes grew dejed:cd, When Favours they in Life expedlcd. Due to their Merits, were neglecfled. For as our Eyes from far furvey, Well-plcas'd, the glorious Lamp of Day, Whofe near approaching Lines of Light O'erpow'r and wound our aching Sight ; So Virtue, which offends when near, Plac'd at a Diftancc we revere, And Patriots never, 'till removed,. Or quite cxtin(5l, arc prais'd and lov'd. ? E'en ( 12 .) E*en He who cover'd witli the Hide is Oi Lion Hain, the great Alcides, Who criifh'd the Hjdra, and^' what's more, Subdu'd a Dragon and a Boary {WoiTe than the Beaft wlio ravag d long The peaceful Vales of Gevaucla?i) Who clcar'd the Mews of King Augeas^ Stupendous Work ! and made fo free as 'i' To kick fuch Jockeys from his Stable^ As now, by gambling Tricks, are able To treat whole Boroughs at their Table ; Who, when a Child in Cradle laid, On Necks of Snakes his Strength difplay'd, * Vid, Paufan. jn Eliacis, Plin. Lucian, &. ( 13 •) t Roaft Beef, inftead of Pap^ wouli cram, ^ Like Giant Boy of Willwgha;n ; From which fuch Vigour was created, t He Cliff' d the Maid that on him \\ aited. And after that_, to prove his Might, Got fifty Children in a Night ;: E'en He, for all his virtuous Labours, Was damn'd and hated by his Neighbour*, And ev'ry Monfter overthrown. Found Envy tam'd by Death alone. On Thee, w^hilc yet alive, great Sir, Maturer Honours we confer •: % Vid. Theocrit. Idyll. 23. • Vid. Philof. Tranfaft. "t" Ex J' «f' xrXxTov BiA^ TrAa^t Tvmiiixi;, intokrahiU vero jaculuin percujjit MuUerei. Find. Od, Nem. I. lin. 71. Oxon, Edit. D M\ ( '4 ) * My Mufe is ready to make Oath, ^ And fwcar by Gods and Altars both^ We ne'er have feen, or e'er fliall lee^ A Patriot fo renovvn'd as thee. Oh ! on the Swan's broad Pennons could I foar^ As erft the Latian Bard^ new Trads explore O'er Afric\ Plains , o*er Hyperborean Shore And Afia% wide Domain! Ye facred Nine, Daughters of Jove, forfake the Throne divine, Bear me^ O bear me on your airy Wings To Twiiftam's laurel Groves, and filver Springs, W.ijr^ crftthc Sage, 'mid Thames % lift'ning Swains, Attun'd th' Horatian Lyre to 5r;Vj/^ Strains ; >.lyo*. Pind, Olymp. 2. 1. 166. Give C 15 ) Give me, like him, to found my Patron's Praife, And pluck one Garland of unfading Bays, So to the World great Buck horse I'll proclaim. Enroll with Heroes and with Kings his Name, And twine the Wreath immortal as his Fame. I'll iing, my Lord, thy Trophies won On bloody Plains of Ke?inington j Sing how thy early Worth was prov'd, 'Mid Scenes of Death thy Soul unmov'd, What Time the Hangman's murd'rous Crew The Rebels' mangled Entrails drew j Confu{lon reign'd, and dire Difmay ■ Struck with Remorfe, the God of Day Turn'd his affrighted Beams away. But youj my Lord, well fkill'd to cater, Refolv'd in Mind, compos'd in Feature, Seiz'd on the Bowels of the Traitor 3 And, ( i6 ) And, Vultur-likcj eat piping hot The Liver of rebelHoiis Scot. Tell me no more of Turtle- Eaters, Hogs barbecu'd, and monftroiis Creatures, Devoured by Aldermen and Praetors: What Member of a Calves-Plead Party E'er din'd fo loyal and fo hearty ? 'Tis true, fome Men of Tafte and Breeding Copy your Lordfhip's Mode of Feeding, And comme ilfaut their Fingers grcafe With rotten Cabbage, himburgh Cheefe, Italian Pafte, and Dainties more Than grac'd th' Apician Board of Yore ; Tranfported when they meet with Diflies, That anfwer to their ardent Wifhes ; In ( 17 ) In Raptures they'll the Cook embrace, ^ Saluting him, with Fre7jch Grimace, C On both Sides of his greafy Face ^ J So have they learnt, in foreign Parts, T' adore the cuhnary Arts, And foon, in Eating's noble Science, May hope to bid the World Defiance. A roafted Bear did no fmall Credit To thofe who eat, and thofe who fed it ; But in thefe dreadful Days of Famine, While one half of the World is cramming, And t'other rioting and damning/ K — g, Lords, and Commons,, all muft own, A Nation's Thanks are your's alone ; Your Men of Art, and Science too, Their Premium (hall a/Tign to you, E To ( i8 ) To you the Palm, who firft fuch Food Invented for the public Good, And fhevv'd at once to all Mankind Your Country's Love, your Tafte refin'd. * Thus, when from Heav'n the Pow'rs divine Came down with Tantalus to dine^ The Lydian King, his Banquet to improve, On human Flefh rcgal'd, and taught great Jove To add one Dainty to his Feafts above. Sweet Patron of the Mufe's Lyr^^ Phoebus, if e'er thou didfl: infpire One modern Bard with Theban Fire, * Find. Olymp. i. lin. 56 Taught ( '9 ) Taught Him aloft, from Garret Winae-r, To found the deep-ton'd Shell of Pindar, And catch his heav'nly Flame like Tinder, Fly through the liquid Air, Be Broughton's Games thy Care, And all thy golden Sliafts be there. Bid Clio quit her bleft Abode_, And fpeed her Flight to Oxford- Roady Adore the Theatre of Broughton,, And kifs the Stage his Lordfliip fought on ; Let all his Battles be recounted, By-Battles, till the Mafters mounted. Ere yet the tender Down began To fhade his Chin, and promife Man : Tell, to what Deeds of bold Emprize We faw his manly Strength arife ; Superior ( 20 3 Superior to the mean Events Of little warlike Accidents, Which ftill might greatly difcompofe The Features of our modern Beaux, And from their Macaroni Faces Send packing all the Loves and Gra ces ^ Two batter'd Jaws^ a flatten'd Snout, Depending like a broken Spout, And Wifdom at one Eye fhut out, Nathlefs the Hero, undifmay'd, Purfues the bold Olympic Trade, Snuffs up a Battle from afar. And trains the hardy Youth to War ; Ne'er mourns one Minifter of Light, Condemn'd in ever-during Night To ( 21 ) To roll and find no Dawn, while t'other Does double Duty for it's Brother ; And when two Chiefs of like Renown Grappling conteft the Pythia?i Crown, The Gods, delighted, oft' furvcy His fingle Orb, with piercing Ray, Twinkling dire6l the doubtful Fray. Such, though from HeavTn it fo far be, Well-pleas'd, of late they view'd at Derby ^ When Difcord rag'd, and Wrath grew higher, Betwixt the Nailor and the Dyer: Stern was the Fight; one Pallas fir'd, And t'other Mars himfelf infpir'd, * 'Till Jove, who knew their flubborn Spirits, Call'd for his Scales, to weigh their Merits ; • K«i Tm irt x^ipnx 7r«T«g imcuvf rsixscvrxt &c. Hom, II. 11. lin. 109. F And ( 22 ) And all the Deities allow, Such Sport was ne'er beheld till now. O! niiy fom3 Bard refound the Theme, From Derwent% Banks to Thames^ Stream ! Immortalize fuch Deeds divine In far fublimer Strains than mine ! Nor let their Praifes be omitted. Who two fuch gallant Heroes pitted, Forfook their Cards, Dice, Cocks, and Stud,, For deeper Bets on human Blood : Yet not the Dter, or the Nailor, Can equal half his pallive A^alour ; No Bruifer, fam'd in ancient Story, Traqfcend his perfevering Glory. E'en the ftern Matter of the fev'n-fold Shield, - Who forc'd the dongaty Troja?i from the Field ; E'en I ( 23 ) E'en the Didator, \\ ho by yielding won His tardy Triumphs o'er Amilcar% Son, The Lilryan Chiefs from fliir Ta7'entum drove, , And bore their Spoils to Capitolian Jove, Submit to BucKHORSE in the fame Degree As Water yields to Gin_, or Scotch Baubee To Cesar's golden Face. — Permit, my Lord, The Mufe who tunes her Throat To Vidlory's gladfomc Note, The black-cy'd Nymph Thalia to record What crft thcfe Eyes beheld. 'Twasat the IFeJlmmf^er Eledlion, When fadlious Chiefs brew'd Infurrc<5tion, A boift'rous independant Wight^ Confiding in his giant Might, Provok'd thee lo th' athletic Fight; Arraign'd ( 24 ) Arraigned thy free, thy Britifli Spirit, And fet at nought thy patriot Merit ; With Look malign, and Taunt feverCj Swore that your Lordfhip's Fate was near, And whifpcr'd Tyhurft in thine Ear. I heard the Wretch thy Mother curre_, With Language vile, Invedtive worfe Than reigns at Billingfgatey or even At the fam'd Chapel of St. St— ph — n j While you ferene, with confcious Virtue, Puird off your Waiftcoat^ and your Shirt too, And many a Bang, and many a Cuff, Undauntedly fuftain'd in Buff. But what I deem your Lordfhip's Fort, is. You lay colleded like a Tortoife, Suffered ^ ( 25 ) Suffer'd the Caitiff to beftrlde And bruife thine unrelenting Hide, 'Till, prodigal of Strength _, the Foe Such Toil no more could undergo, And, quite exhaufted, fat him down, Thinking the Laurels all his own : But you, who found you'd got no Harm yet, Firft peep'd from underneath your Armpit, Then, to the Joy of all Beholders, Rais'd up your Head above your Shoulders, PuU'd up your Breeches^ fcratch'd your Head, Spit in your Hands, and roU'd your Quid ; And then, like fome great Rhetorician, Of Greek and Roman Erudition, In Senates us'd to wield with Eafe The Thunder of Demosthenes, G Open'd ( =6 ) Opeii'd your Budget to harangue him, Before you undercook to bang him, Tliinkino: the Hero well might bear One fliort Philippic in his Ear. *' Dofl thou traduce the Buckhorse Name, '' And taint my virtuous Mother's Fame ; *' Blood of a Bitch ! dofl thou prcfume ^'^ At Tyburn to announce my Doom ? *^ Think'ft thou_, by Devils hatch'd_, to quell '^ My patriotic Principle ? *^' Hell blafi: thine Eyes, thou Mifcreant bafe, '^ And Pillory feize thy ruthlefs Face, ■ " ^g^y ^s Newgate Steps. '* Witnefs ye pure, ye virtuous Tribes, " Unmov'd by Penfions and by Bribes, • cc If ( 27 ) * If e'er I poucli'd one fingle Farthing, ' Since by G-cV s Grace I've known the Garden ; ^ E'er taken one unbritifh Meafure, * To ftain my Hands with public Treafure : * Say, have I tamper 'd with the Stocks? ' (Behold this Brafs Tobacco Box_, Fair Freedom's Boon) have I play'd booty ? * At. Tott'jiham-Couf'i I've done my Duty. ' Afk of yon Stage, where late I fought, '■ AfiC Broughton's felf, if e'er I fought ' One dirty Job— ambition'd aught ' But Giles's Welfare! ' Yet ftill if Gentlemen concur ' My Pofl: of Honour to transfer, *■ In abler Hands my Office fix , '^ ---I'm ready to refign my Sticks. " Still ( 28 ) " Still fliall I live to wipe my Breech " With thy laft Words and dying Speech ; " And your damn'd Figure, in a Halter, '' Shall fmoak on Cloacina's Altar; ^^ But now, thou Spawn of Whoredom, now is " The Time to fhew thy Strength and Prowefs; " Gird well thy Loins, for I this Day '* With Iritereft thy Blows will pay." You fpokc— and put a Look fedate on, Bold as when Michael frown'd on Satan, Then, with the rapid Lightning's Speed, Drove, like a batt'ring Raro^ thine Head, Plump in his Paunch ; the Chief aftounded, Back like a Culverin rebounded. * As ( 29 ) '•' As when fome Man of Tafle thinks proper To cover o'er his Houfe with Copper, If chance defcends nodurnal Jove In Storms of Hailftones from above, The Garreteer, with wild Affright, Starts from the balmy BlefTings of the Kiglit"^ Through all the live-long Hours condcmn'd to hear The echoing Dome re-bellow to his Ear ; Thus was the valiant V/ight confounded. His clatt'iing Cheeks and Temples founded ; While you with frequent Fifl: aflail'd him. With Chuckers in the Mazzard nail'd him^ And Clicks upon the Muns regal'd him ; • (^:ia>n w,i!ld CrandiKC Nin:hi CulmimLiis crfiian:, &:. Virg, ^neid 5. lin. ^'5^. H Nor ( 30 ) Nor did ft thou not amufc with Lcggers, Crofs- Buttocks, H/inj Vlircs, and Pcggers_, Fall with your Elbovvs in the Bellows, Scatter the Grinders, clofe the Smellers, Darken the Day-Lights! — Mufe, be brief — You faw the Store-Room of the Chief Surrender it's Eledlion Beef, Relu£lant Dumpling, Beer, and Gravy, And heard each groaning Bowel cry — PeccavL Think not, my Lord, I join the Crew Who Flatt'ry's menial Arts purfue, Unenvy'd let the fervile Throng Their Patrons lull with venal Song, Ne'er was I vers'd in Dedication, Or trod the Paths of Adulation : May ( 3' ) May I be doom'd all Day to wait The IfTue of fome dull Debate, In Robin Hood's well-crouded Senate ; (Which, Thanks to Heav'n, but once Vvt been at, And then the Baker s Man made free To take me into Cuftody.) But, what is worfe, may you refufe The Labours of my faithful Mufc, If aught in Flattery I mention. In Hopes of Biflioprick or Penfion ; I know your Modefty is fuch. You hate to be admir'd too much ; But if your Lordfliip had commanded, The Troops that Day Prince Ferdinand did. On Minden\ Plains the Gallic Foe Had met their final Overthrow ; lo ( 32 )- To you the Senate had decreed A Statue, for thy glorious Meed, Returning, like Gerfnanic Caesar, Triumphant from the Banks of JVezcr, Perhaps your LordlLip may declare^ You hate a continental War^ That you from Childhood was afraid Of Powder, Ballsj and Cannonade ; Why didfi: thou then, with Patriot Zeal, Illume the Rocket-loaded Wheel, Big with Combuftion, when fuch Praife Redounded from the Peace oi Aix f And this triumphant frugal Nation, To lift'ning Europe^ Admiration, Made all her Cannon echo louder Than thund'ring Jove ; and {pent her Powder_, As ( 33 ) As freely as our warlike Swains AfTcmblcd on their peaceful Plains, To fcorch their Fingers, Wigs, and Nofes, Firing— ^r