Proud Terne's volunteers,

Abject Commons, prostrate Peers-
All proclaim a present God-
(On the necks of all he trod)
A present God!

A present God!

Hallelujah!

tion of the passage.-N. B. Abject, in the author's understanding of the word, means that precise degree of submission due from a free people to monarchy. It is further worthy of remark, that Horace wrote the Ode alluded to, before Britain was subjected to absolute sway; and conse quently the passage was meant as a prophetic compliment to Augustas. Those who do not think that Britain is yet sufficiently abject, will regard the imitation in the same light. We shall close this subject by observing, how much better GRAVIBUs applies in the imitation than in the original; and how well the untruth of Ierne's volunteers joining in the deification, exemplifies the dedicatory address of the lie SUBLIME.

NUMBER XVIII.

IRREGULAR ODE,

By the MARQUIS OF GRAHAM.

1.

HELP! help! I say, Apollo!
To you I call, to you I hollo;
My Muse would fain bring forth;
God of Midwives, come along,
Bring into light my little song;

See how its parent labours with the birth:
My brain! my brain!

What horrid pain!

Come, now pr'ythee come, I say:

Nay, if you won't, then stay away— Without thy help, I've sung full many a lay.

II.

To lighter themes let other bards resort;
My verse shall tell the glories of the Court.
Behold the Pensioners, a martial band;
Dreadful, with rusty battle-axe in hand-
Quarterly and daily Waiters,

A lustier troop, ye brave Beefeaters,
Sweepers, Marshals, Wardrobe-brushers,
Patrician and Plebeian ushers;

Ye too, who watch in inner rooms;

Ye Lords, ye Gentlemen, and Grooms;

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Ò! careful guard your royal Master's slumber,
Lest factious flies his sacred face incumber.
But ah! how weak my song!

Crowds still on crowds impetuous rush along:
I see, I see, the motley group appear,
Thurlow in front, and Chandos in the rear;
Each takes the path his various genius guides-
O'er Cabinets this, and that o'er Cooks presides!

III.

Hail! too, ye beds, where, when his labour closes,
With ponderous limbs great CINCINNATUS dozes!
O! say what fate the Arcadian King betides
When playful Mab his wandering fancy guides:
Perhaps he views his HOWARD's wit
Make SHERIDAN submissive sit;
Perhaps o'er foes he conquest reaps;
Perhaps some ditch he dauntless leaps;
Now shears his people, now his mutton;
Now makes a Peer, and now a button.
Now mightier themes demand his care;
HASTINGS for assistance flies;

Bulses glittering skim the air;

- Hands outstretch'd would grasp the prize,

But no diamond they find there;

For, awak'd by amorous pat,
"Good lack! his gentle CHARLOTTE cries,
What would your Majesty be at?

Th' endearing question kindles fierce desire,
And all the monarch owns the lover's fire;

The pious King fulfils the heav'nly plan,

IV.

At Pimlico an ancient structure stands,

Where Sheffield erst, but Brunswick now commands;
Crown'd with a weathercock that points at will
To every part but Constitution-hill-

Hence Brunswick, peeping at the windows,

Each starlight night
Looks with delight,

And sees unseen,

And tells the Queen,

What each who passes out or in, does :

Hence too, when eas'd of Faction's dread,
With joy surveys

The cattle graze,

At half-a-crown a-head

Views the canal's transparent flood,

Now fill'd with water, now with mud;

Where various seasons various charms create,
Dogs in the summer swim, and boys in winter skait.

V.

O! for the pencil of a Claude Lorrain,
Apelles, Austin, Sayer, or Luke the saint-
What glowing scenes!--but ah! the grant were vain,
I know not how to paint-

Hail! Royal Park! what various charms are thine-
Thy patent lamps pale Cynthia's rays outshine→→→
Thy limes and elms with grace majestic grow,
All in a row;

Thy Mall's smooth walk, and sacred road beside,
Where Treasury Lords by Royal Mandate ride.

Hark! the merry fife and drum:

Hark! of beaus the busy hum;
While in the gloom of evening shade,

Gay wood-nymphs ply their wanton trade;
Ah! nymphs too kind, each vain pursuit give o'er-
If Death should call-you then can walk no more!
See the children rang'd on benches;
See the pretty nursery wenches;
The cows, secur'd by halters, stand,
Courting the ruddy milk-maid's hand :-

Ill-fated cows, when all your milk they 've ta'en,
At Smithfield sold, you'll fatten'd be and slain.

VI.

Muse, raise thine eyes, and quick behold
The Treasury-office fill'd with gold;
Where Elliot, Pitt, and I, each day
The tedious moments pass away,
In business now, and now in play

The gay Horse Guards, whose clock of mighty fame-
Directs the dinner of each careful dame,

Where soldiers with red coats equipp'd,

Are sometimes march'd, and sometimes whipp'd.
Let them not doubt-

"T was Heav'n's eternal plan

That perfect bliss should ne'er be known to man.
Thus Ministers are in—are out,

Turn and turn about

E'en Pitt himself may lose his place,

Or thou, Delpini, sovereign of grimace,

Thou, too, by some false step, may'st meet disgrace.

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