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Strange disappointment in thy looks I read;
And now I hear thee in proud triuinph cry,
To raise a monarch to the sky ?
Thomas, I here protest, I want no quarrels
Far from the dove-like Peter be such strife,
Thy Cæsar never did an act
Now God preserve all wonder-hunting kings,
Whether at Windsor, Buckingham, or Kew-house :
Than visiting Sam Whitbread and his brewhouse.
'THE AUTHOR AND THE STATESMAN
[ADDRESSED BY FIELDING TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.]
WHILE at the helm of state you ride,
you have read the sequel out.
You know, great sir, that ancient fellows,
The family that dines the latest,
Your taste in architect, you know, Hath been admired by friend and foe: But can your earthly domes compare With all my castles in the air ?
We're often taught it doth behoove us To think those greater who 're above us : Another instance of my glory, Who live above you, twice two story; And from my garret can look down On the whole street of Arlington.
Greatness by poets still is painted
Nor in the manner of attendance, Doth your great bard claim less ascendance. Familiar you to admiration May be approached by all the nation; While I, like the Mogul in Indo, Am never seen but at my window. If with my greatness you 're offended, The fault is easily amendel; For I'll come down, with wondrous ea-e, - Into whatever place you please. I'm not ambitious;
little matters Will serve us great, but humble creatures,
Suppose a secretary o' this isle, Just to be doing with a while; Admiral, gen'ral, judge, or bishop: Or I can foreign treaties dish up. If the good genius of the nation Should call me to negotiation,
Tuscan and French are in my head,
If you should ask, what pleases best?
THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE
FRIEND OF HUMANITY."
So have your breeches !
. Some stanzas of the original poem, by Southey, are here subjoined:
Cold was the night wind; drifting fast the snows fell ;
Weary and way-sore.
Drear were the downs, more dreary her reflections ;
She had no shelter.
Fast o'er the heath a chariot rattled by her:
Here I should perish."
+ The “ Friend of Humanity" was intended for ME. TIERNEY, M. P. for South. wark, who in early times was among the more forward of the Reformers.
* He was," says Lord Brougham, "an assiduous member of the Society of Friends of the People, and drew up the much and justly celebrated Petition in which that useful body laid before the House of Commons all the more striking particulars of its defective title to the office of representing the people, which that House then, as now, but with far less reason, assumed.
“ Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,
“Scissors to grind O!
*Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives?
Or the attorney?
“ Was it the squire, for killing of his game? or
All in a lawsuit ?
“ (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine ?)
“Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir,
Torn in a scufile.
“ Constables came up, for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish
Stocks for a vagrant.
“I should be glad to drink your Honor's health in
With politics, sir."
FRIEND OF HUMANITY. “I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned firstWretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,
Spiritless outcast !" (Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of Repub lican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.]
FOR THE DOOR OF THE CELL IN NEWGATE, WHERE MRS. BROWN
RIGG, THE 'PRENTICE-CIDE WAS CONFINED PREVIOUS TO HER EXECUTION.*
FROM THE ANTI-JACOBIN. 1797.
For one long term, or e'er her trial came,
* INSCRIPTION BY SOUTIEY FOR THE APARTMENT IN CHEPSTOW CASTLE, WIIERE HENRY MARTEN, THE REGICIDE,
WAS IMPRISONED TIIRTY YEARS.
FoE thirty years, secluded from mankind,