Ranging, with fell Virtû, his poisonous tribes 85 90 95 On these lov'd leaves a transient glance he threw; With ardent eyes he hangs o'er LANSDOWNE's speech. "Lost and obscur'd in Bowood's humble bow'r, 66 100 105 Highly I praise your late commercial plan; "Kingdoms should all unite—like man and man. "The French love peace-ambition they detest; "But Cherbourg's frightful works deny me rest. "With joy I see new wealth for Britain shipp❜d; "Lisbon's a froward child, and should be whipp'd. 110 "Yet Portugal's our old and best ally, "And Gallic faith is but a slender tie. "My Lords! the manufacturer's a fool; "The clothier, too, knows nothing about wool; Q 115 120 "My Lords! my soul is big with dire alarms ; "Turks, Germans, Russians, Prussians, all in arms! "A noble Pole (I'm proud to call him friend!) "Tells me of things I cannot comprehend. "Your Lordships' hairs would stand on end to hear "My last despatches from the Grand Vizier. "The fears of Dantzick merchants can't be told; "Accounts from Cracow make my blood run cold. "The state of Portsmouth and of Plymouth Docks, 125 "Your Trade your Taxes-Army-Navy-Stocks "All haunt me in my dreams; and, when I rise, "The Bank of England scares my open eyes. "I see-I know some dreadful storm is brewing; "Arm all your coasts-your navy is your ruin. "I say it still; but (let me be believ'd) "In this your Lordships have been much deceiv'd. "A noble Duke affirms, I like his plan: "I never did, my Lords!-I never can 130 "Shame on the slanderous breath, which dares instill 135 "That I, who now condemn, advis'd the ill. "Plain words, thank Heav'n! are always understood: "I could approve, I said-but not I would, "Anxious to make the noble Duke content, 140 My view was just to seem to give consent, "While all the world might see that nothing less was meant." While JEKYLL, thus, the rich exhaustless store 145 From Figtree--Brick--Hare--Pump--and Garden Court. Anxious they gaze-and watch with silent awe The motley son of politics and law. Meanwhile, with softest smiles and courteous bows, 150 He, graceful bending, greets their ardent vows. "Thanks, generous friends," he cries, "kind Templars, thanks! "Though now with LANSDOWNE's band your JEKYLL ranks, "Think not, he wholly quits black-letter cares; 155 With deeper bronze your darkest looks imbrown, 160 Adjust your brows for the demurring frown: Brood o'er the fierce rebutters of the bar, Me, all unpractis'd in the bashful mood, Strange, novice thoughts, and alien cares delude. 165 Yes, modest Eloquence! e'en I must court For once, with mimic vows, thy coy support; O! wouldst thou lend the semblance of thy charms! "T were all I'd ask :—but for one day alone 170 To ape thy downcast look-thy suppliant tone; 2 175 |