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REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE.

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But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And form genteel were all in vain,

And of a transient date;
For caught and caged, and starved to death,
In dying sighs my little breath

Soon passed the wiry grate.

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Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes,
And thanks for this effectual close

And cure of every ill!
More cruelty could none express;
And I, if you had shown me less,

Had been your prisoner still.

REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE,

NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.

BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,

The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,

To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

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So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause

With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While Chief Baron Ear sat to balance the laws,

So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.

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“In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear,

And your lordship,' he said, 'will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,

Which amounts to possession time out of mind.'

Then holding the spectacles up to the court,

Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the bridge of the Nose is; in short,

15 Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.

“Again, would your lordship a moment suppose

('Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,

Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? 20

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“On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,

With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,

And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.'

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Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how,

He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes;
But what were his arguments few people know,

For the court did not think they were equally wise.

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So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,

Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,

By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut.

TABLE TALK.

“Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,
Abjicite.'

HOR, Lib. 1. Ep. 13.

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[ARGUMENT :—True and false glory, 1–Kings made for men, 47– Royalty in England, 63-Quevedo's satire on kings, 94–Kings to be pitied, 108—Englishmen's scorn of arbitrary rule, 205-French and English character contrasted, 235—Blessings of freedom, 261–Freedom needs the restraints of law, 311—Instance in the Gordon Riots, 319– Patriotism of Chatham, 337–Political dangers of England, 363— National corruption portends national ruin, 415–Politics and Providence, 439—Poets are Prophets, 481–Lofty subjects to be chosen for Poetry, 507—Homer, Virgil, Milton, 557—Progress of Poesy, 569– Religion the highest theme for the Poet, 718.]

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A. You told me, I remember, glory built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt,
The deeds that men admire as half divine
Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears
The laurel that the very lightning spares,
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant that men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war;
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with Justice on his side.

Let laurels drenched in pure Parnassian dews,
Reward his memory, dear to every Muse,

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Who with a courage of unshaken root,

15 In Honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that Heaven bestows; And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts that fought and died Where Duty placed them, at their country's side; The man that is not moved with what he reads,

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That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

But let eternal Infamy pursue
The wretch, to naught but his ambition true,

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Who for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself stationed on a towering rock,
To see a people scattered like a flock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,

35 With all the savage thirst a tiger feels; Then view him, self-proclaimed in a gazette, Chief monster that has plagued the nations yet! The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced, Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced! The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour, And Death's own scythe, would better speak his power; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress,

45 The same their occupation and success.

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man, Kings do but reason on the selfsame plan; Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them. 50

B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns With much sufficiency in royal brains;

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Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings! those optics are but dim
That tell you so—say, rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem, with mighty projects lined,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,
Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.

O bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom used, how little understood !
To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward;
Keep Vice restrained behind a double guard;
To quell the faction that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone;
To nurse with tender care the thriving Arts;
Watch every beam Philosophy imparts;
To give Religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statute a believer's hope;
With close fidelity and love unfeigned,
To keep the matrimonial bond unstained;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise ;
His life a lesson to the land he sways;
To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
Nor draw it, but when Duty bids him draw;
To sheath it, in the peace-restoring close,
With joy beyond what Victory bestows;
Blest country, where these kingly glories shine !
Blest England, if this happiness be thine !

A. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe
Will sneer, and charge you with a bribe.-B. A bribe !
The worth of his three kingdoms I defy,
To lure me to the baseness of a lie.
And, of all lies (be that one poet's boast),
The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
Those arts be theirs that hate his gentle reign,
But he that loves him has no need to feign.

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