* Ỗ may thy blooming Heir,

In virtues equal, be like thee pròlifie !

Till a new race of little GUELPAS,

Beneath the rod of future MARKHAMS train'd,

Lisp on their Grandsire's knee his mitred Laureat's lays.

* Signor Délpini wanted to strike out all that follows, because truly it had no connexion with the rest. The transition, like some others in this and my former Ode to Arthur Onslow, Esq. may be too fine for vulgar apprehensions, but it is therefore the morè Pindaric.

Epode III.

IMITATIONS OF MYSELF.

O may your rising hope,

Well-principled in every virtue, bloom,

Till a fresh-springing flock implore,

With infant hands, a Grandsire's powerful prayer,
Or round your honour'd couch their prattling sports pursue,

NUMBER XXII.

ODE,

By the REV. THOMAS WARTON, B. D.

Fellow of the Trinity College, in Oxford; late Professor of Poetry in that University; and now Poet Laureat to His Majesty.

I.

AMID the thunder of the war,

True glory guides no echoing car ;
Nor bids the sword her bays bequeath;
Nor stains with blood her brightest wreath :
No plumed host her tranquil triumphs own:
Nor spoils of murder'd multitudes she brings,
To swell the state of her distinguish'd kings,
And deck her chosen throne.

On that fair throne, to Britain dear,
With the flowering olive twin'd,

High she hangs the hero's spear;

And there, with all the palms of peace combin'd,
Her unpolluted hands the milder trophy rear.

To kings like these, her genuine theme,

The Muse a blameless homage pays :
To GEORGE, of kings like these supreme,
She wishes honour'd length of days,
Nor prostitutes the tribute of her lays.

II.

"Tis his to bid neglected genius glow,
And teach the regal bounty how to flow;

His tutelary sceptre's sway

The vindicated Arts obey,

And hail their patron King :

Tis his to judgment's steady line
Their flights fantastic to confine,
And yet expand their wing ;

The fleeting forins of Fashion to restrain,
And bird capricious Taste in Truth's eternal chain.
Sculpture, licentious now no more,
From Greece her great example takes,
With Nature's warmth the marble wakes,
And spurns the toys of modern lore:
In native beauty simply plann'd,

Corinth, thy tufted shafts ascend;
The Graces guide the painter's hand,
His magic mimicry to blend.
III.

While such the gifts his reign bestows,

Amid the proud display,

Those gems around the throne he throws

That shed a softer ray:

While from the summits of sublime Renown
He wafts his favour's universal gale,
With those sweet flowers he binds a crown
That bloom in Virtue's humble vale.
With rich munificence, the nuptial tie
Unbroken be combines :---
Conspicuous in a nation's eye,
The sacred pattern shines!

Fair Science to reform, reward, and raise,
To spread the lustre of domestic praise

To foster Emulation's holy flame,
To build Society's majestic frame;
Mankind to polish and to teach-
Be this the monarch's aim;
Above Ambition's giant-reach
The monarch's meed to clai

THE illustrious Arbiters, of whom we may, with great truth, describe the noble Earl as the very alter-ipse of Maecenas, and. the worthy Pierot as the most correct counterpart of Petronius, had carefully revised the whole of the preceding productions, and had indulged the defeated ambition of restless and aspiring Poetry, with a most impartial and elaborate Scrutiny (thé whole account of which, faithfully translated from the Italian of Signor Delpini, and the English of the Earl of Salisbury, will, in due time, be submitted to the inspection of the curious), were preparing to make a legal return, when an event happened that put a final period to their proceedings. The following is a correct account of this interesting occurrence:

ON Sunday the 17th of the present month, to wit, July, Anno Domini 1785, just as His Majesty was ascending the stairs of his gallery, to attend divine worship at WINDSOR, he was surprised by the appearance of a little, thick, squat, red-faced man, who, in a very odd dress, and kneeling upon one knee, presented a piece of paper for the Royal

acceptation. His Majesty, amazed at the sight of such a figure in such a place, had already given orders to one of the attendant beef-eaters to dismiss him from his presence, when, by a certain hasty spasmodic mumbling, together with two or three prompt quotations from Virgil, the person was discovered to be no other than the Rev. Mr. Thomas Warton himself, dressed in the official vesture of his professorship, and the paper which he held in his hand being nothing else but a fair-written petition designed for the inspection of His Majesty, our gracious Sovereign made up for the seeming rudeness of the first reception, by a hearty embrace on recognition; and the contents of the petition being forthwith examined, were found to be pretty nearly as follows: -We omit the common-place compliments generally introduced in the exordia of these applications, as, relying upon your Majesty's well-known clemency;" con"vinced of your Royal regard for the real "interest of your subjects;"" penetrated "with the fullest conviction of your wis"dom and justice," &c. &c. which, though undoubtedly very true; when considered as

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