And wrath, instead of cobler's wax, Nor horn, nor whip cou'd wake 'um : But the knight gor'd him with his spear, And arrows thick, instead of cloves, For monumental pillar, that He rais'd up, in cylindric form, A collar of the brawn. He sent his shade to shades below, In Stygian mud to wallow: And eke the stout St. George eftsoon, 285 290 295 300 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France; Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense. Achilles of old Chiron learnt The great horse for to ride; H' was taught by th' Centaur's rational part, The hinnible to bestride. Bright silver feet, and shining face 305 Had that stout hero's mother; As rapier's silver'd at one end, And wounds you at the other. Her feet were bright, his feet were swift, As hawk pursuing sparrow: Her's had the metal, his the speed Of Braburn's * silver arrow. Thetis to double pedagogue Who bred him from a slender twig To be the scourge of Troy : 310 315 *Braburn, a gentleman commoner of Lincoln college, gave a silver arrow to be shot for by the archers of the university of Oxford. But ere he lasht the Trojans, h' was So might you from one unshell'd heel His myrmidons robb'd Priam's barns Like ants from whence they sprung. But George he made the dragon look, As if he had been bewitch'd. 320 325 330 335 340 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France; Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense. Full fatal to the Romans was bal; him I mean, who gave them such 345 Moors thick, as goats on Penmenmure, Their one-eyed guide,* like blinking mole, Who, baffled by the massy rock, Took vinegar for relief; Like plowmen, when they hew their way * Hannibal had but one eye. 350 As dancing louts from humid toes Cast atoms of ill savour To blinking Hyatt,* when on vile crowd And saws from suffering timber out So Romans stunk and squeak'd at sight The tawny surface of his phiz Did serve instead of vizzard : But George he made the dragon have 355 360 365 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France; Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense. The valour of Domitian, It must not be forgotten; Who from the jaws of worm-blowing flies, A squadron of flies errant, Against the foe appears; With regiments of buzzing knights, The warlike wasp encourag'd 'em, And the loud brazen hornet next, The Spanish don Cantharido Did him most sorely pester, And rais'd on skin of vent'rous knight A bee whipt thro' his button hole, And stabb'd him with her little tuck 370 375 390 385 390 A one-eyed fellow, who pretended to make fiddles as well as play on them; well-known at that time in Oxford. And slasht her so, that here lay head, By dint of massy fly-flops. And maggots too at Cæsar : But George he shav'd the dragon's beard, 395 400 St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for John Grubb, the facetious writer of the foregoing song, makes a distinguished figure among the Oxford wits so humourously enumerated in the following distich: "Alma novem genuit celebres Rhedycina poetas Bub, Stubb, Grubb, Crabb, Trap, Young, Carey, Tickel, Evans." These were Bub Dodington (the late lord Melcombe), Dr. Stubbes, our poet Grubb, Mr. Crabb, Dr. Trapp, the poetry-professor, Dr. Edw. Young, the author of "Night-Thoughts," Walter Carey, Thomas Tickel, Esq., and Dr. Evans, the epigrammatist. As for our poet Grubb, all that we can learn further of him, is contained in a few extracts from the University Register, and from his epitaph. It appears from the former that he was matriculated in 1667, being the son of John Grubb, "de Acton Burnel in comitatu Salop. pauperis." He took his degree of Bachelor of Arts, June 28, 1671: and became Master of Arts, June 28, 1675. He was appointed Head Master of the Grammar School at Christ Church: and afterwards chosen into the same employment at Gloucester, where he died in 1697, as appears from his monument in the church of St. Mary de Crypt, in Gloucester, which is inscribed with the following epitaph: H. S. E. JOHANNES GRUBB, A.M. Natus apud Acton Burnel in agro Salopiensi Cujus variam in linguis notitiam, The name of St. George's sword. Pueros ad easdem mox excolendas unanimi omnium consensu accitus, nisi ut diutius nobis interfuisset : propter festivam ingenij suavitatem, Obiit 2do die Aprilis, Anno Dni. 1697. XVI. MARGARET'S GHOST. THIS Ballad, which appeared in some of the public newspapers in or before the year 1724, came from the pen of David Mallet, Esq.; who in the edition of his poems, 3 vols. 1759, informs us that the plan was suggested by the four verses quoted above in page 119, which he supposed to be the beginning of some ballad now lost. "These lines," says he, "naked of ornament and simple, as they are, struck my fancy; and bringing fresh into my mind an unhappy adventure much talked of formerly, gave birth to the following poem, which was written many years ago." The two introductory lines (and one or two others elsewhere) had originally more of the ballad simplicity, viz. "When all was wrapt in dark midnight, And all were fast asleep," &c. 'Twas at the silent solemn hour, Her face was like an April morn, 5 |