How each College sounds

With the cry of the hounds!
How Peckwater merrily rings!
Founders, Prelates, Queens, and Kings-
All have had your hunting-day!-

From the dark tomb then break away!

Ah! see they rush to Friar Bacon's tower,
Great George to greet, and hail his natal hour!

VII.

Radcliffe and Wolsey, hand in hand,

Sweet gentle shades, there take their stand

With Pomfret's learned dame ;

And Bodley join'd by Clarendon
With loyal zeal together run,

Just arbiters of fame!

VIII.

That fringed cloud sure this way bends;
From it a form divine descends-

Minerva's self; and in her rear
A thousand saddled steeds appear!
On each she mounts a learned son,
Professor, Chancellor, or Dean;
All by hunting madness won,

All in Dian's livery seen.
How they despise the tim'rous Hare!
Give us, they cry, the furious Bear!
To chase the Lion how they long,
Th' Rhinoceros tall, and Tiger strong!

Hunting thus is learning's prop,

Then may hunting never drop!

And thus an hundred Birth-days more

Shall Heav'n to George afford from its capacious shore.

NUMBER VIII.

ODE,

BY THE ATTORNEY-GENERAL.

I.

INDITE, my Muse!-indite! subpæna'd is thy lyre!

The praises to record, which rules of Court require !

'Tis thou, O Clio! Muse divine,
And best of all the Council Nine,

Must plead my cause! - Great HATFIELD'S CECIL bids

me sing

The tallest, fittest man, to walk before the King!

II.

Of Sal'sbury's Earls, the first (so tells th' historic page) 'T was Nature's will to make most wonderfully sage; But then, as if too liberal to his mind,

She made him crook'd before, and crook'd behind *.

'Tis not, thank Heav'n, my Cecil, so with thee; Thou last of Cecils, but unlike the first;

Thy body bears no mark'd deformity;

The Gods decreed, and judgment was revers'd!

For veins of Science are like veins of gold;

Pure, for a time, they run;
They end as they begun-

Alas! in nothing but a heap of mould!

III.

Shall I by eloquence control,

Or challenge send to mighty ROLLE,

Whene'er on Peers he vents his gall?

Uplift my hands to pull his nose,
And twist and pinch it till it grows,
Like mine, aside and small?
Say, by what process may I once obtain
A verdict, Lord, nor let me sue in vain!
In Commons, and in Courts below,
My actions have been tried;-
There Clients who pay most, you know,
Retain the strongest side!

True to these terms, I preach'd in politics for Pitt,
And Kenyon's law maintain'd against his Sovereign's writ.

What though my father be a porpus,
He may be mov'd by Habeas Corpus-
Or by a call, whene'er the State
Or Pitt requires his vote and weight-

I tender bail for Bootle's warm support
Of all the plans of Ministers and Court!
IV.

And O! should Mrs. Arden bless me with a child,
A lovely boy, as beauteous as myself and mild;

The little Pepper would some caudle lack:
Then think of Arden's wife,
My pretty plaintiff's life,

The best of caudle's made of best of sack!

Let thy decree

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;

No more demurrers nor appeals;

My writs of error shall be judg'd by you.

V.

And if perchance great Doctor Arnold should retire, Fatigu'd with all the troubles of St. James's Choir,

My Odes two merits shall unite;

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 lazo!

NUMBER IX.

ODE,

BY NATHANIEL WILLIAM WRAXALL, Esa. M. P.

I.

MURRAIN seize the House of Commons!

Hoarse catarrh their windpipes shake!
Who, deaf to travell'd Learning's summons,
Rudely cough'd whene'er I spake!
North, nor For's thund'ring course,
Nor e'en the Speaker, tyrant, shall have force
To save thy walls from nightly breaches,
From Wraxall's votes, from Wraxall's speeches.
Geography, terraqueous maid,

Descend from globes to statesmen's aid!
Again to heedless crowds unfold
Truths unheard, though not untold:

Come, and once more unlock this vasty world-
Nations attend! the map of Earth's unfurl'd!

II.

Begin the song, from where the Rhine,
The Elbe, the Danube, Weser rolls-
Joseph, nine circles, forty seas are thine-
Thine, twenty million souls-

Upon a marish flat and dank

States, Six and One,
Dam the dykes, the seas embank,
Maugre the Don!