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Written, at the request of Miss Speed, to an old air of Gemi
niani :---the thought from the French.
THYRSIS, when we parted, swore
Ere the spring he would return-
And the bud that decks the thorn ;
Idle notes! untimely green!
Why this unavailing haste?
Speak not always winter past.
old air of Great
Mr. Etough, of Cambridge University, the person satirized,
was as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character as for his personal appearance. Mr. Tyson, of Bene't College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who embellished it with the following lines. Mr. Etough was rector of Therfield, Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire.
Thus Tophet look'd; so grinn'd the brawling fiend,
Suggested by a view of the Seat and Ruins of a deceased No
bleman, at Kingsgate, Kent, in 1766. (The house was built
OLD, and abandon’d by each venal friend,
Here Holland form’d the pious resolution
A broken character and constitution.
Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighbouring sand; Here seagulls scream, and cormorants rejoice,
And mariners, though shipwreck’d, dread to land. Here reign the blustering North and blighting East,
No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast,
Art he invokes new horrors still to bring. Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise,
Turrets and arches nodding to their fall, Unpeopled monasteries delude our eyes,
And mimic desolation covers all.
Nor M—'s, R—'s, B—'s friendship vain,
And realized the beauties which we feign: “ Purged by the sword, and purified by fire,
Then had we seen proud London's hated walls ; Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir,
And foxes stunk and litter'd in St. Paul's.”
THE CANDIDATE ;
f a deceased
house was buil Villa, at Buiz
THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP.
This tart lampoon was written a short time previous to the
election of a high steward of the University of Cambridge, for which office the noble lord alluded to made an active canvass.
When sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face,
“Lord! sister,” says Physic to Law, “ I declare,
look, 'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book; Then his character, Phyzzy, his morals, -his lifeWhen she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife. They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and
w g , And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring!
His lying and filching, and Newgatebird tricks ;-
Divinity heard, between waking and dozing,
[To Jemmy] Never hang down your head you poor penitent elf, Come buss me-I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself.”
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