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Praise him for his first donations;
Praise him for his blest translations,
Benefices, dispensations.

By the powers of a crown,
By the many made for one,
By a monarch's awful distance,
Rights divine, and non-resistance,
Honour, triumph, glory give—

Praise him in his might!
Praise him in his height!
The mighty, mighty height of his prerogative!

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RECITATIVE by an Archbishop.

Orchestras, of thousands strong,
With Zadoc's zeal each note prolong-


Bates gives the animating nod-
Sudden they strike-unnumber'd strings
Vibrate to the best of Kings-
Eunuchs, Stentors, double basses,
Lab'ring lungs, inflated faces,

Bellows working,
Elbows jerking,

Scraping, beating,
Roaring, sweating.


rather the Right Reverend Author. The numerous bench (for there will hardly be more than three absentees) who will begin to chant the subsequent chorus from their box at the right hand of his most sacred Majesty, will have a fine effect both on the ear and eye.

Through the old Gothic roofs be the chorus rebounded,
Till Echo is deafen'd, and thunder dumb-founded:
And now another pause-and now another nod
-All proclaim a present God!

Bishops and Lords of the Bedchamber *.
George submissive Britain sways;
Heavy Hanover obeys;

Lords of the Bedchamber, &c.] Candour obliges us to confess, that this designation of the performers, and in truth the following stanza, did not stand in the original copy, delivered in to the Lord Chamberlain's Office. Indeed, Signor Delpini had his doubts as to the legality of admitting it, notwithstanding Mr. Rose's testimony, that it was actually and bona fide composed with the rest of the Ode, and had only accidentally fallen into the same drawer of Mr. Pitt's bureau in which he had lately mislaid Mr. Gibbins's note. Mr. Banks's testimony was also solicited to the same effect; but he had left off vouching for the present session. Mr. Pepper Arden, indeed, with the most intrepid liberality, engaged to find authority for it in the statutes at large; on which Signor Delpini, with his usual terseness of repartee, instantly exclaimed, Ha! ha! ha! However, the difficulty was at length obviated by an observation of the noble Lord who presided, that in the case of the King versus Atkinson, the House of Lords had established the right of judges to amend a record, as Mr. Quarme had informed his Lordship immediately after his having voted for that decision.

Here end Mr. Robinson's notes.

"A present God,
"Heavy Hanover,

Abject Commons," &c.

The imitation will be obvious to the classical reader:

-Præsens divus habebitur

Augustus, abjectis Britannis

Imperio, gravibusque Persis.


All the editors of Horace have hitherto read adjectis Britannis. Our author, as sound a critic as a divine, suo periculo, makes the alteration of a single letter, and thereby gives a new and peculiar force to the applica


Proud Ierne's volunteers,
Abject Commons, prostrate Peers-
All proclaim a present God→→
(On the necks of all he trod)

A present God!
A present God!


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 Augustus. 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.





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 awayWithout thy help, I've sung full many a lay.


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;

Ó! 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!


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,

And little annual BRUNSWICKS speak the mighty man!

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