IV.

From earth and these the Muse averts her view,
To meet, in yonder sea of ether blue,

A beam to which the blaze of noon is pale :
In purpling circles now the glory spreads,
A host of angels now unveil their heads,
While Heav'n's own music triumphs on the gale.
Ah! see, two white-rob'd seraphs lead
Thy father's venerable shade;

He bends from yonder cloud of gold,
While they, the ministers of light,
Bear from his breast a mantle bright,

And with the heav'n-wove robe thy youthful limbs enfold.

AVA

"Receive this mystic gift, my son!" he cries; "And, for so wills the Sov'reign of the skies,

"With this receive, at ALBION's anxious hour, "A double portion of my patriot zeal, "Active to spread the fire it dar'd to feel

"Through raptur'd senates, and with awful pow'r
"From the full fountain of the tongue
"To call the rapid tide along,

"Till a whole nation caught the flame.
"So on thy sire shall Heav'n bestow
"A blessing TULLY fail'd to know,
"And redolent in thee diffuse thy father's fame.

VI.

"Nor thou, ingenuous boy! that fame despise
"Which lives and spreads abroad in Heav'n's pure eyes,

IV.

From these the courtly Muse averts her eye,
To meet with genuine unaffected joy

A scene that passes in the Closet's gloom;
In whitening circles the dim glory spreads,
Bedchamber Lords unveil their powder'd heads,
And Tory triumphs sound throughout the room:
Ah! see two Jannisaries lead

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Illustrious BUTE's thrice-honour'd shade;
Behind yon curtain did he stand,

Whilst they (which Whigs with horror mark)
Bear from his cloak a lantern dark,

And trust the hallow'd engine to thy youthful hand.

V.

"Receive this mystic gift, brave boy," he cries; "And, if so please the Sovereign of the skies,

"With this receive, at GEORGE's anxious hour, "A double portion of my Tory zeal, "Active to spread the fire it dar'd to feel,

“Through venal senates, and with boundless pow'r, "From the full fountain of thy tongue, "To roll a tide of words along,

"Till a whole nation is deceiv'd.

"So shall thy early labours gain
"A blessing BUTE could ne'er attain;

"In fact, a Courtier be, yet Patriot be believ'd.

VI.

"Nor thou, presumptuous imp! that fame disown, "Which draws its splendour from a monarch's throne,

“The last best energy of noble mind*;
"Revere thy father's shade; like him disdain
"The tame, the timid, temporizing train,

"Awake to seif, to social interest blind:
"Young as thou art, occasion calls;
"Thy country's scale or mounts or falls

"As thou and thy compatriots strive ;
"Scarce is the fatal moment past
"That trembling ALBION deem'd her last :
"O! knit the union firm, and bid an empire live!

VII.

"Proceed, and vindicate fair Freedom's claim; “Give life, give strength, give substance to her name: "The native rights of man with Fraud contest; "Yes, snatch them from Corruption's baleful power, "Who dares, in day's broad eye, those rights devour, "While prelates bow, and bless the harpy feast. “ If foil❜d at first, resume thy course, "Rise strengthen'd with ANTEAN force;

"So shall thy toil in conquest end. "Let others court the tinsel things

"That hang upon the simile of kings, "Be thine the muse's wreath; be thou the people's friend."

{* In allusion to a fine apd well-known passage in MILTON's Lycidas.

"Sole energy of many a lordly mind: "Revere the shade of BUTE, subservient still "To the high dictates of the Royal will; "Awake to self, to social interest blind. << Young as thou art, occasion calls; "Prerogative or mounts or falls

"As thou and thy compatriots * strive: "Scarce is the fatal moment past "Which Secret Influence deem'd her last; "O! save th' expiring fiend, and bid her empire live!

VII.

"Proceed!-Uphold Prerogative's high claim,
"Give life, give strength, give substance to her name!
"The rights divine of Kings with Whigs contest;
"Save them from Freedom's bold encroaching hand,
"Who dares, in day's broad eye, those rights withstand,
"And be by Bishops, thy endeavours bless'd!"
If foil'd at first, resume thy course,

Whilst I, though writing worse and worse,
Thy glorious efforts will record;

Let others seek by other ways,

The public's unavailing praise,

Be mine the BUTT OF SACK-be thou the TREASURY'S

LORD!

Messrs. JENKINSON, ROBINSON, DUNDAS, &c. &e.

THE STATESMEN :

AN ECLOGUE.

LANSDOWNE.

WHILE on the Treasury-bench you, PITT, recline,
And make men wonder at each vast design;
I, hapless man, my harsher fate deplore,
Ordain'd to view the regal face no more;
That face which erst on me with rapture glow'd,
And smiles responsive to my smiles bestow'd:
But now the Court I leave, my native home,
"A banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to roam;"
While you to senates, BRUNSWICK's mandates give,
And teach white-wands to chant his high prerogative. 10

PITT.

O LANSDOWNE! 't was a more than mortal pow'r
My fate controll'd, in that auspicious hour,

THE STATESMEN.] It will be unnecessary to inform the classical reader, that this Eclogue evidently commences as an imitation of the 1st of Virgil-the Author, however, with a boldness perfectly characteristic of the personages he was to represent, has in the progress of his work carefully avoided every thing like a too close adherence to his original design.

Line 8.-A banish'd man, &c.] Vide the noble Marquis's celebrated Speech, on the no less celebrated IRISH PROPOSITIONS.