III. Shall I by eloquence controul, Or challenge send to mighty ROLLE, Uplift my hands to pull his nose, And twist and pinch it till it grows, Like mine, aside, and small? True to these terms, I preach'd in politics for Pitt, Or Pitt requires his vote and weight- And Oh! should Mrs. Arden bless me with a child, My pretty Plaintiff's life, The best of caudle's made of best of sack! But favour me, My bills and briefs, rebutters and detainers, To Archy I'll resign Without a fee or fine, Attachments, replications, and retainers! To Juries, Bench, Exchequer, Seals, To Chanc'ry Court, and Lords, I'll bid adieu; My writs of error shall be judg'd by you. V. And if perchance great Doctor Arnold should retire, * BEARCROFT, my friend, His aid will lend, And set to music all I write; Let me then, Chamberlain without a flaw, For June the fourth prepare, The praises of the King In legal lays to sing,' Until they rend the air, And prove my equal fame in poesy and law! * This Gentleman is a great performer upon the Piano Forte, as well as the Speaking Trumpet and Jews' Harp. 1 NUMBER IX. ODE, By NATHANIEL WILLIAM WRAXHALL, Esq. M.P. I. MURRAIN seize the House of Commons ! Nor e'en the Speaker, tyrant, shall have force From Wraxhall's votes, from Wraxhall's speeches. Geography, terraqueous maid, Descend from globes to statesmen's aid! Again to heedless crouds unfold Truths unheard, tho' not untold: Come, and once more unlock this vasty world- II. Begin the song, from where the Rhine, The Elbe, the Danube, Weser rolls Thine, twenty millions souls Upon a marish flat and dank States, Six and One, Dam the dykes, the seas embank, A gridiron's form the proud Escurial rears, While South of Vincent's Cape anchovies glide : I burn! I burn! I glow ! I glow! To Nilus from the Nore. Why were thy Pyramids, O Egypt! räis'd, I take my stand, And eye thy moss-ciad needle, Cleopatra grand! Hail also, ye Armenians! Hail once, ye Greeks, ye Romans, Carthagenians! Twice hail, ye Turks, and thrice, ye Abyssinians! Hail too, O Lapland, with thy squirrels airy! Hail, Commerce-catching Tipperary! Hail, wonder-working Magi! Hail, Ouran-Outangs! Hail, Anthropophagi ! Hail, all ye cabinets of every state, From poor Marino's Hill, to Catherine's Empire great! All have their chiefs, who speak, who write, who seem to think, Caermarthens, Sydneys, Rutlands, paper, pens, and ink; IV. Thus, through all climes, to earth's remotest goal, In chaises and on floats, In dillies, and in boats; Now on a camel's native stool; Dwarf Zemindars, Mahommed's tomb, Killarney's lake, the fane of Ammon, With all thy Kings and Queens, ingenious Mrs. Salmon*: Yet vain the majesties of wax! Vain the cut velvet on their backs GEORGE, mighty GEORGE, is flesh and blood- (As a King's shou'd) And every thing he says is understood! Exhibits the Wax-work, in Fleet-Street. |