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SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT.
HOLD, Prompter, hold ! a word before your nonsense !
[Taking a jump through the stage-door.
THE LOGICIANS REFUTED.
IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT.
LOGICIANS have but ill defined
Nor ever cringe to men in place ; As rational the human mind;
Nor undertake a dirty job, Reason, they say, belongs to man, Nor draw the quill to write for Bob ; But let them prove it if they can. Fraught with invective they ne'er go Wise Aristotle and Smiglecius,
To folks at Pater-Noster Row; By ratiocinations specious,
No judges, fiddlers, dancing-masters, Have strove to prove with great precision, No pickpockets, or poetasters, With definition and division,
Are known to honest quadrupeds : Homo est ratione præditum :
No single brute his fellow leads. But for my soul I cannot credit 'em ; Brutes never meet in bloody fray, And must in spite of them maintain Nor cut each other's throats for pay. That man and all his ways are vain, Of beasts, it is confessed, the ape And that this boasted lord of nature Comes nearest us in human shape : Is both a weak and erring creature; Like man he imitates each fashion, That instinct is a surer guide
And malice is his ruling passion ; Than reason-boasting mortals' pride; But both in malice and grimaces And that brute beasts are far before 'em : A courtier any ape surpasses. Deus est anima brutorum.
Behold him humbly cringing wait Who ever knew an honest brute
Upon the minister of state ;
View him soon after to inferiors
He in his turn finds imitators :
And footmen lords and dukes can act : To treat as dearest friend a foe ;
Thus at the court both great and small They never importune his Grace,
Behave alike, for all ape
ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE.
AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,
And quells the raptures which from pleasure start.
Sighing, we pay, and think e'en conquest dear;
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes :
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
IN REPLY TO AN INVITATION TO DINNER AT DR. BAKER'S.
“This is a poem! This is a copy of verses ! Your mandate I got,
An order went out, You may all go to pot;
For the foot guards so stout Had your senses been right,
To wear tails in high taste, You'd have sent before night;
Twelve inches at least : As I hope to be saved,
* Now I've got him a scale I put off being shaved ;
To measure each tail, For I could not make bold,
To lengthen a short tail,
And a long one to curtail.) —
Yet how can I when vext
Thus stray from my text ? And Baker and his bit,
Tell each other to rue And Kauffman beside,
Your Devonshire crew, And the Jessamy bride;
For sending so late
To one of my state.
But 'tis Reynolds's way
From wisdom to stray,
And Angelica's whim (By the bye, you may tell him,
To be frolic like him.
they be wiser,
When both have been spoiled in to-day's
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS TIIE
PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.
The following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. prepared for the composer in little more than two days ; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer it may likewise be right to inform the public, that the music was composed in a period of time equally short.
OVERTURE. -A solemn Dirge. In vain, to charm thy ravished sight,
A thousand gifts would fortune send ;
In vain, to drive thee from the right, ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,
A thousand sorrows urged thy end : And waken every note of woe ! Like some well-fashioned arch thy patience When truth and virtue reach the skies,
stood, 'Tis ours to weep the want below.
And purchased strength from its increasChorus.
ing load :
Pain met thee like a friend that set thee When truth and virtue, &c.
Affliction still is virtue's opportunity ! MAN Speaker. The praise attending pomp
power, The incense given to kings,
SONG. -By a MAN. Are but the trappings of an hour
Virtue, on herself relying, Mere transitory things :
Every passion hushed to rest, The base bestow them ; but the good Loses every pain of dying, agree
In the hopes of being blest. To spurn the venal gifts as flattery.
Every added pang she suffers But when to pomp and power are joined
Some increasing go bestows, An equal dignity of mind;
And every shock that malice offers When titles are the smallest claim ;
Only rocks her to repose.
Yet, ah ! what terrors frowned upon her
fateBlest spirit thou, whose fame, just born Death with its formidable band, to bloom,
Fever, and pain, and pale consumptive Shall spread and flourish from the tomb care, How hast thou left mankind for Heaven! Determined took their stand. Even now reproach and faction mourn,
Nor did the cruel ravagers design And, wondering how their rage was born, To finish all their efforts at a blow; Request to be forgiven !
But, mischievously slow, Alas! they never had thy hate;
They robbed the relic and defaced the Unmoved in conscious rectitude,
shrine. Thy towering mind self-centred stood,
With unavailing grief, Nor wanted man's opinion to be great.
Despairing of relief,
Her weeping children round Where all the humble, all the great,
Promiscuously recline ;
Where, wildly huddled to the eye,
May every bliss be thine !
And, ah! blest spirit, wheresoe'er thy The labouring ship, and hear the tempest flight, roar,
Through rolling worlds or fields of liquid While winds and waves their wishes
May cherubs welcome their expected guest, They stood, while hope and comfort fail, May saints with songs receive thee to their Not to assist, but to bewail
rest, The inevitable loss.
May peace, that claimed while here thy Relentless tyrant, at thy call
warmest love, How do the good, the virtuous fall!
May blissful, endless peace, be thine above! Truth, beauty, worth, and all that most engage,
SONG.-By a WOMAN. But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy
Lovely, lasting Peace below, rage.
Comforter of every woe,
Heav'nly born, and bred on high, When vice my dart and scythe supply,
To crown the favourites of the sky; How great a king of terrors I!
Lovely, lasting Peace appear: If folly, fraud, your hearts engage,
This world itself, if thou art here, Tremble, ye mortals, at my rage !
Is once again with Eden blest,
And man contains it in his breast. Fall, around me fall, ye little things, Ye statesmen, warriors, poets, kings!
WOMAN Speaker. If Virtue fail her counsel sage,
Our vows are heard! long, long to mortal Tremble, ye mortals, at my rage!
eyes, MAN Speaker.
Her soul was fitting to its kindred skies;
Celestial-like her bounty fell, Yet let that wisdom, urged by her example, where modest want and patient sorrow Teach us to estimate what all must suffer; Let us prize death as the best gift of Want passed for merit at her door, nature;
Unseen the modest were supplied, As a safe inn, where weary travellers, Her constant pity fed the poor, When they have journeyed through a Then only poor, indeed, the day she died. world of cares,
And, oh! for this, while sculpture decks May put off life and be at rest for ever.
thy shrine, Groans, weeping friends, indeed, and And art exhausts profusion round, gloomy sables,
The tribute of a tear be mine, Mayoft distract us with their sad solemnity; A simple song, a sigh profound: The preparation is the executioner. There Faith shall come, a pilgrim grey, Death, when unmasked, shows me a To bless the tomb that wraps thy clay; friendly face,
And calm Religion shall repair And is a terror only at a distance ;
To dwell a weeping hermit there. For as the line of life conducts me on
Truth, Fortitude, and Friendship shall To Death's great court, the prospect
agree, seems more fair.
To blend their virtues while they think 'Tis Nature's kind retreat, that's always of thee.
To profit by resembling thee,