Brunswick, in more saintlike guise,
Claims for his spoils a purer prize,
Content at every price to buy

A conquest o'er himself, and o'er his progeny.
His be domestic glory's radiant calm—

His be the sceptre wreath'd with many a palmHis be the throne with peaceful emblems hung, And mine the laurel'd lyre, to those mild conquests strung!

NUMBER XV.

PINDARI C,

By the RIGHT HON. HERVEY REDMOND,

LORD VISCOUNT MOUNTMORRES,

Of Castle Morres, of the Kingdom of Ireland, &c. &a

I.

AWAKE, Hibernian lyre, awake,
To harmony thy strings attune,

O tache their trembling tongue to spake
The glories of the fourth of June.
Auspicious morn!

When George was born

To grace (by deputy) our Irish throne,

North, south, aiste, west,

Of Kings the best,

Sure now he's aquall'd by himself alone:

Throughout th' astonish'd głóbe so loud his fame shall

ring,

The dif themselves shall hure the strains the dumb shall

sing.

H..

Sons of Fádruig*, strain your throats,
In your native Irish lays,

Sweater than the screach-owl's notes,

Howl aloud your sov'reign's praise.
Quick to his hallow'd fane be led
A milk-white BULL, on soft potatoes fed:
His curling horns and ample neck
Let wreaths of verdant shamrock deck;
And perfum'd flames, to rache the sky,

Let fuel from our bogs supply,

Whilst we to George's health, a'en till the bowl runs o'er, Rich strames of usquebaugh and sparkling whiskey pour.

III.

Of dithless fame immortal heirs,
A brave and patriotic band,
Mark where Ierne's Voluntares
Array'd in bright disorder stand.

The Lawyers' corps, red fac'd with black,
Here drive the martial merchants back;
Here Sligo's bold brigade advance,
There Lim'rick legions sound their drum;
Here Gallway's gallant squadrons prance,
And Cork Invincibles are overcome!

The Union firm of Coleraine

Are scatter'd o'er the warlike plain,

While Tipperary infantry pursues

The Clognikelty horse and Ballyshannon blues.

• Ancient Irish name given to St. Patriek.

Full fifty thousand men we show
All in our Irish manufactures clad,
Whaling, manoeuvring to and fro,
And marching up and down like mad.

In fradom's holy cause they bellow, rant, and rave,
And scorn themsilves to know what they themselves would

have!

Ah! should renowned Brunswick choose,

(The warlike monarch loves reviews,)

To see thase haroes in our Phanix fight,
Once more, amidst a wond'ring crowd,
Th' enraptur'd Prince might cry aloud,

"O! Amherst, what a hivenly sight!” The loyal crowd with shouts should rind the skies, To hare their sov❜reign make a spaach so wise!

IV.

Thase were the bands, 'mid tempests foul,
Who taught their master, somewhat loath,
To grant (Lord love his lib'ral soul!)
Commerce and constitution both.
Now pace restor❜d,

This gracious Lord

Would tache them, as the Scriptures say,

At laiste, that if

The Lord doth give,

The Lord doth likewise take away.

* The celebrated speech of a Great Personage, on reviewing the camp at Cox-heath, in the year 1779, when a French invasion was appre hended; the report of which animating apostrophe is supposed to have struck such terror into the breasts of our enemies, as to have been the true accasion of their relinquishing the design.

Fradom like this who iver saw?
We will, henceforth, for ivermore,
Be after making iv'ry law

Great Britain shall have made before*.

V. ..

Hence, loath'd Monopoly,

Of Av'rice foul and Navigation bred;

In the drear gloom

Of British Custom-house Long-room,

'Mongst cockets, clearances, and bonds unholy, Hide thy detested head.

But come, thou goddess fair and free,

Hibernian Reciprocity!

(Which manes, if right I take the plan,

Or ilse the traity divil burn!

To get from England all we can;

And give her nothing in return!)
Thee JENKY, skill'd in courtly lore,
To the swate-lipp'd William bore;
He Chatham's son, (in George's reign
Such mixture was not held a stain,)
Of garish daylight's eye afraid,
Through the postern-gate convey'd ;
In close and midnight cabinet,
Oft the secret lovers met.

Haste thee, nymph, and quick bring o'er
Commerce, from Britannia's shore;

Manufactures, arts, and skill,

Such as may our pockets fill.

Vide the Fourth Proposition.