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But how the game did end, or may end-why-
Ye fair, intended, by the powers above,
THE MEMORY On whose soft sway, to Earth's extremest end,
the brotherhood of man depend ! O, never, never swer rage with rage,
LIEUTENANT COLONEL HENRY CLEMENTS But shun the tempest which you can't assuage; Your tyrants, then, shall spend their wrath in Shall boastful pomp, the high imperial name, vain,
Or title, only, swell the trump of Fame? Return quite tame, and reassume their chain;
To equal worth be equal glory due, So shall submission win despotic sway,
And wreaths that bloom'd for Clayton bloom for And the world's lord shall willingly obey !
And win the whole dominion of the heart;
I deem'd, far other than the Fates allow,
The laurels bound upon your living brow,
To greet my friend returning from bis toil,
Grac'd with his deeds, and laden with his spoil. Of all trades and arts in repute or possession,
Too fond of what the martial harvests yield, Humbugging is held the most ancient profession.
Alas, too forward to the dangerous field, "Twixt nations, and parties, and state politicians, As one of old renown in battle tried, Prim shopkeepers, jobbers, smooth lawyers, phy- The glory of the dusty plain you died ! sicians,
The tongues of Dettingen your triumph tell, Of worth and of wisdom the trial and test
And weeping Tournay points where Clements fell. Is-mark ye, my friends! --who shall humbug the
0, in some future day of loud alarms, best.
When virtue and my country call to arms Our neighbour of France, with his prologue so
For freedom-struggling nations to unbind, kind,
And snap the sceptres that would bruise manAnd his epilogue spoke by his cannon behind;
kind Who, in banter and bully, in cringing and hugging, At such an hour, in such a cause as thine, Is counted of old, the great prince of humbugging; The honour'd close of such a death be mine! For once stands amaz'd, howsoe'er it was hit on,
Then may some kindred bard appoint my grave, To find he's humbugg'd by his cullies of Britain.
Snatch forth my name, and roll it with the brave; But why, honest friends, should we ramble and Assign my pen and sword the wish'd applause, roam,
And say that both were drawn in virtue's cause ! To look for humbuggers so distant from home?
Then drop the salutation given to you— Poor Ireland, as well as her neighbours, of late
Companion, countryman, and friend-adieu !" Has begun to remove the fool's cap froin her pate. Our hummers in state, physic, learning, and law, Do not all sit, as chiefs, in the court of Nassau : And, once, a whole house of humbuggers was seen In a place--let me think-ay-'t is callid Col
A CHARACTER. lege-green! Since Galen, in slopping, and doseing, and drug- When o'er the canvass flows the master's line, ging,
He adds no name to mark the just design; Gave rules for the physical branch of humbugging; The portrait, midst a mingling world, is known, The patient, when once duly drain’d of his treasure, and stands admir’d, distinguish’d, and alone! Is welcome to die-or recover-at leisure.
Behold him, full of virtues as of days, 'T other day, in tive four courtz-sweet pow'rs! Laden with worth, infirmities, and praise! how I wonder'd
Down the hoar flowings of his silver'd head, To see, of my friend Harry Lone, a whole hundred! | Wisdom and time their equal honours shed; With gowns, bands, and faces, so smooth and so Truth and benevolence, with equal grace, smug'd,
Rise from his breast, and lighten in his face. And the world crowding in to be surely humbug'd! His languid limbs expect the peaceful bier ;
So much for the lawyer and doctor-what lacks- His head and heart still active, free, and clear! The parson, you think, should come in for his snacks. On his own frame, though dire distemper preys, We doubt not his will-but, in these learned days, He's borne around, to give all others ease; We are all grown too knowing, to mind what he Before his healing presence life respires, says.
And sickness, with bis rueful train, retires ! But, what are all hummers, their tricks and their Great Leach' both of our persons and our state! arts,
When thou, at some sad hour, shalt yield to fateTo yon roguish round, the humbuggers of hearts O then, adieu Hibernia's chiefest wealth; By whose sweet enchantment, grey wisdom is fool'd, Adieu to liberty! adieu to health! And prowess is conquer'd, and courage is cool'd ? For beauty, by ancient tradition, we find, Has delightfully humm'd the whole race of man ' Dr. Lucas, member of parliament for Dubkind.
Each fox-hunting justice and landlorded youth, Again, at our door, in the morning of spring,
Are prone to your point, when they may, son; To see the Sun rise, and hear goldfinches sing ! For these, too, are little grand signiors, forsooth, To rouse our companions, and maids of the May, And giants, each man in his way, son.
In copses to gambol, in meadows to play.
Or to gather fresh chaplets, each lad for his lass;
To sing, and to dance, and to sport on the plain,
Thy Jack shall return to his Gracey again.
Or alone, in his Gracey's sweet company bless’d, Ambition like jack-o'-the-lantern bewitches;
To feed thy young robins that chirp on the nest; And leads you benighted through dirt and through To help at her med cines, and herbs for the poor, ditches.
Dol de dol, &c.
And welcome the stranger that stops at the door.
At night, o'er our fire, and a cup of clear ale, Your griping for gold, a beggarly itch is;
To hear the town-news, and the traveller's tale; Your griping for gold, a beggarly itch is;
To smile away life, till our heads they grow hoar, And virtue, though humble, looks down upon riches. And part from my sheep, and my Gracey no more.
Dol de dol, &c.
Your great men and statesmen, the higher their pitch is,
TUNE-Dremondoo. Your great men and statesmen, the higher their By climbing the broader, but show us their breeches. O now he has left me, what care shall employ,
Dol de dol, &c.
What object afford me the shadow of joy?
TUNE-Dole and woe fa our cat.
Away, ye companions of daily delight,
How often our mother has told,
And sure she is wondrous wise! In cities, that all you behold,
Is a fair, but a faithless disguise: That the modes of a court education
Are train-pits, and traitors to youth; And the only fine language in fashion,
A tongue that is foreign to truth.
Of the ball, and the hurling, the dance, and the
Thus, ev'ry dear scene of my former delight,
Where honour is barely an oath;
Where knaves are with nublemen class'd; Where nature's a stranger to both;
And love an old tale of times pass'd; Where laughter no pleasure dispenses,
Where smiles are the envoys of art; Where joy lightly swims on the senses,
But never can enter the heart.
Where hopes and kind hugs are trepanners;
Where virtue's divorc'd from success; Where cringing goes current for manners,
And worth is no deeper than dress. Where favour creeps lamely on crutches;
Where friendship is nothing but face; And the title of duke, or of dutchess,
Is all that entitles to grace,
The paths for the steps of all mortals made,
Farewell to my Gracey, my Gracey so sweet,
TUNE-I have sixpence under my
My Dolly so bright,
Should your Hob, over night,
Be surpris'd by his pipe pr bis pot;
Let him sleep his dose out,
Nor, by scolding or pout,
Strive to lessen the true-lover's knot.
When your wives they grow grey,
And their graces decay, Where all the freight their vessels bear
Of all mortal beauty the lot;
Remember their youth,
Make eternal the true-lover's knot.
Before the helm perform,
Tune-A begging we will go.
However some in coaches, on barrows some may
"T is want that makes the mendicant, and not the O turn, misguided wights !-return
When a begging they do go, &c. To us, who smile on shore! To us, who yet your errours mourn,
'T is thus, by greater poverty, that nobles grow reYour safety who implore!
[want a pound. Your forfeit peace with us renew,
For where we want a penny, friend, state beggars Who shed no tears-except for you.
And a begging they do go, &c. Dol lol, &c.
Your courtier begs for honour-and that 's a want AIR XII.
(need, As many should for honesty, but will not own their TUNE - Twang dillo dee.
When a begging they should go, &c. But we to Nature who adhere, nor further bliss re Your vizier begs for subsidies, your party-man for quire,
(for grace, To lop the root of all our care, we lop each rain Your church-man, for a benefice ;-but not a man
When a begging they do go, &c. We ask no cynic law, nor saw, nor scrolls of bearded men ;
[can ken. Thus all from Rome to London are of the begging For Nature's the most learned book that innocence
But wegwho beg for charity-must look to beg in To baffle want, and sweeten toil, from debt and
When a begging we do go, &c. danger free;
(trious bee. We learn instruction from the ant, and the indus
AIR XV. From dogs we learn unfailing faith, affection from TUNE- Fie, let us awa to the wedding. the dove;
(circling love. And from the hen, who guards her chick, a parent's Yet many, when beggars are pressing,
Of bounty are nothing loth; And, last, we to all bounteous Heav'n our daily The bishop will give you—his blessing ; tribute yield;
(grateful field. The officer give you-his oath, Taught by the fragrant incense breath'd from ev'ry of his promise, to be a free donor,
The courtier is little nice;
And great-ones will give you—their honour!
For these are of little price.
TUNE-A cobbler there was.
You yet may behold the surprise of the town,
To see truth elated, dishonour pull'd down; Through the crosses of life,
All tricks, low and little, despis'd by the great, May be held by the true-lover's knot.
And honesty fix'd for a maxim of state!
Derry down, &c. As mortals are frail, Let indulgence prevail,
To see our lac'd lordlings deserving of trust; And all mutual infirmities blot;
Our clergymen pious, our justices just; Let the husband but own
Our court ladies blush ; and our thing of a beau, His wife errs not alone,
A something, beside a mere nothing but show. And I 'll vouch for the true-lover's knot.
Derry down, &c.