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Dear as to maiden seventy beauty's name,
To Poets dreams of universal faine.
But thou’rt a Fox that, leaping o'er all mounds,
Their yell defpifeft, and will tire those hounds.
From dirty roftrums, n ver hoarse tho' loud,
Thou İhalt no more deal noitrums to the croud.
Camels, or elephants, shall gladly kneel,
To bear the great reitorer of their weal.
With lovely Perdita to grace thy fide,
E’en Mahomed shall envy such a bride :
And for a moment stooping from his sphere,
Ravish'd, on luxury thy lectures hear;
Then own, surpris'd, the blissful scenes he drew,
Prophet of pleasure are refind by you;
While Cachemirians, faire than the Spring,
"With muffled noses shall salute thee, King !
To the Worthy and Independent ELECTORS of the City and Liberty of
“ HIS Majesty's Ministers having thought fit,
" I say, Sirs, his Ministers—tho' tis voung Pitt,
“ To dissolve his good Parliament with little wit;
“ In fiat contradiction to what they declar'd,
“ (Tho''tis what I confess I had very much fear'd).
Nay, in fat contradiction to me and my friends,
“ In inajority voting, for no private ends;
“ And without any public pretension whatever,
“ To send us a canvafling-in this horrid weather;
“I again muft solicit your votes and your favour,
“ As I dare tay you doubt not my future behaviour.
“ To secure to the people their weight in the scale
“Of our good conftitution, so as never to fail,
“ Has still been my thoughts, both by night and by day,
“ At Weltjie's in wine, and at Brookes's in play.
“ And, Gentlemen, believe me, whether I'ın 'found
“ Standing fast on official, or Newmarket ground,
“ Your liberty's dear, and your true concerns are.
“ Most exaftly alike my peculiar care;
" And therefore I hope the same principles now,
" Which twice have induc'd you your good will to show,
“ Will again do the same for your friend the most fervent,
• Your grateful, devoted, and most humble servant,
«.C. J. F.”.
St. James's-ftreet, March 24, 1784.
“ P.S. As the day of Election, Sirs, happens to fall,
“ (And this I would willingly tell my friends all)
“ On the first day of April, I beg leave to say,
“ I peculiarly wish you to meet me that day.”
The PRIVATE REFLECTIONS of a PATRIOT.
A CERTAIN great Patriot, whose name you may guess,
By Providence given, this country to bless,
Who conceiving a plan,
Like a very wise man,
To make himself greater, has made himself less;
Thus spoke, as he llunter'd in Brookes's alone,
Let me see what I've done for a People or Throne.
At my first setting out, as my talents were bright,
I got some preferment, but that was fo light,
That my profit by day was dispos’d of by night.
When encumber'd with debts, men of honour must pay,
I applied for more places_Lord Boreas said, nay;
So I voted against him the very next day.
Then, 'midst various changes of hopes and of fears,
'Midst the Muses and Graces, Jews, jockies, and Peers,
I found out the means to rub on a few years.
During this, my Lord Boreas went on very well;
His friends procur'd places as fast as they fell,
And I wish'd him and all his dependents at hell.
At St. Stephen's I found there was little to do,
The House ill attended, the Speakers were few,
Till the Americans kick'd up a hurliburloo.
Here a new piece of bus’ness was thrown on my hands;
The State call'a 'em rebels, I call'd 'em our friends;
And I did all I could do, to further their ends.
In vain did the Minister drain our resources,
My speeches went over by various courses,
Before we had embark's, nay, or voted, our forces.
At length France and Spain were engag'd in the broil;
Here was something to fight for, some prospect of spoil ;
And the national spirit was ready to boil.
Their navy 'gainst ours I was sure could not stand,
And as that would undo all the schemes I had plann'd,
We voted that Keppel should have the command.
Such cooks as this Keppel must sure spoil the broth,
He was bold at manæuv'ring, at fighting was loath,
“ Nor suffer'd the sun to go down on his wrath.”
So we loft a good day; but it answer'd my ends,
For he threw all the blame upon Sandwich's friends,
And their quarrel could ne'er make the nation amends.
Distresses by land follow'd losses by sea;
If a conquest we gain'd, 'twas the bite of a flea;
But if we were beaten, 'twas apples to me.
At length, to secure the Congress their powers,
Conway mov'd that Sir Guy should be snug in his tow'rs,
At the moment that victory must have been ours.
That business thus settled, I then went to work. My Lord North and his crew to unseat with a jerk; And, to aid my design, call’d in trumpeter Burke.
And thus we enlisted a number of troops;
Opposition was form'd into various groupes;
And Rockingham stood at the head of our dupes.
So Lord North was difiniss'd, and we gain'd the ascendant,
And the Marquis brought in every needy dependant,
Then stole off to Heaven with virtues transcendent.
Shelburne seiz'd on his seat; I disputed his claim;
He call'd me a liar; I call'd him the same,
And from that time determind to play a deep game,
So I quitted my place, and those follow'd that would,
Resolving to do all the mischief we could;
And as for Lord Thurlow, why, G-dd-mn his blood !
Shelburne made up a peace, and, I own what is true,
I abus'd him and all the new Minsters too,
Because 'twas the best thing I thought they could do.
But to cover the better this deep disposition,
I lamented the Lovalifts wretched condition,
And forin'd wi h Lord Boreas a grand Coalition :
On principle form'd it; and who but must say,
Self-intereit's a principle pow'rful in sway,
And that principle led us to draw the same way.
With this phalanx, 'gainst him and his measures we roar'd;
Lord Boreas was hear him’d, and I was encor'd,
And burke on balloons of fublimity toar’d.
So Shelburne was turned out of very good bread,
And my friend, Duke or no Duhe, was plac'd in his stead,
A good honest soul, but no tongue in his head.
Pitt and Townshend were forc'd to walk down the back stair,
And fo’rwould have been, had old Chatham been there;
For, like Brentford's ufurpers, we each seiz'd a chair.
And “ who were fo happy, so happy as we !"
Constitutional questions debated might be;
But no queition could fever my colleague and me.
Thus our friends carried every new motion before 'em,
Even Majelty's felf was not one of the Quorum,
Till I brought in—“ Ah! nunc renovare dolorem !”-
My Reforin Bill; 'twas hard such a project should fail,
So strong in effect, and so mild in detail;
God damme, 'twas dress'd like a whore in a veil!
With the Commons it met with but faint opposition,
But the Peers, through the gauze, saw the vile imposition,
And tripp'd up the heels of my ftruinpet Ambition.
Then all secret advifers I loudly abus'd,
Through a certain young Gentleman's ear I'd infus'd
With a drug that one Shaftesbury formerly us'u.
The bill was thrown out; we remov'd from our quarters,
And our gang all resign’d with the spirit of martyrs;
So the Coinpany fay'd both their chattels and charters.
Now each day soine new bar to iny project reveals,
A firm Ministry presently trod on our heels,
And Thurlow, that bane to my hopes, got the Seals.
But, what was still worse, nay, a d-mnable thing,
The voice of the people, that once us'd to sing,
“ God bless Mr. Fox," now cry'd “ God bless the King.",
Yet one comfort was left us, the Commons were ours;
So we moi'd that that House must include the three pow'rs,
And we voted Prerogative quite out of doors :
'Twas an obsolete right, and of course must be wrong.
Mov'd, that friends to the King make no ufe of their tongue,
That “ Peers are old women, and Pitt is too young.”
Now, in spite of addreses, I fill will go on,
Make terms of my own, if I can, or make none,
Whilft this spirit of Chatham survives in his son.
PADDY QUINLAN's ADDRESS 10 CARLO KHAN. Intended as a Baso to Captain Morris's Ballynamona Oro. Sent from Cork its ownself,
dated Patrick's Day in the Morning.
Tune Larry Grogan.
IS it true
What I've long heard of you,
" The Man of the People” they call you, they call you !
How comes it to pass
They're now grown fo rash,
At the critical moment to leave you, to leave you?
Oh! that curs'd India Bill,
Arrah why not be ftill,
Enjoy a tight place and be civil, be civil;
Had you carried it through,
Ough! that would just do,
Then their charters we'd pitch to the Devil, the Devil.
But Carlo, my Honey,
If you please, we'll be funny;
Many tricks (don't we know :) you have play'd 'em, have play'd’em;
With Resolve and Address,
Because not in the mess,
Poor Billy, 'twas dons for to plague 'inn, to plague 'im:
• Fair and equal,” 'tis true,
With Prerogative too,
You've bugbeard the House that you speak in, you speak in;
Since the people are gone
With Sam House to a man,
Never mind! tho' the Devil thould take 'em, should take 'em.
Oh ! 'tis comical, faith
How Charley of late,
You've chang’d the side of the question, the question :
Were such queer sort of men,
That Honefly made you deteit 'em, deteft 'em :
66 Minorities” now
Are fo venal, I trow,
Be easy! they've done you much evil, much evil.
For our Charters they stood,
Troth! it boded no good
To your cause! which they pitch to the Devil, the Devil.
“ Privileges” of late
Have much heated your pate,
Pray Carlo, what will you next hit on, next hit on,
" A Plan of Reform".
In Petto's the storm;
Sure, there's nothing in that at the bottom, the bottom:
“ The House” too, I hear
Is the thing, you declare,
Whofe Majesty now you insist on, insist on!
Since the people,“ bold Hector"
Have chang’d their Protector,
Again to the Devil we bob 'em, we bob 'em.
For the People before,
used to roar,
Whenever you mounted the Roftrum, the Roftrum:
But Charters and Kings'
Are held “sacred things.”
How suddenly chang?d was your Nostrum, your Noftrum:
Euphorbium, I think,
Made a damned foolish stink,
As analiz'd by your Committee, Committee :
A memento to thee,
Brave Car, dent' you see,
To the Devil the people now pitch you, now pitch you.
For the present adieu,
Sweet Car, 'tis for you,
No small share of trouble I've taken, I've taken:
Glad indeed for to find,
How much to my mind,
Your cause and yourself have been shaken, been fhaken :