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To see worth and talents to office preferrd; Here's humility in high station !
The virtuous rewarded; the vicious deterr'd; Dignity strip'd of ostentation !
And the streams of polution, where people resort, Priendship, here, outgoes profession;
New fed from the clarify'd springs of our court. Here is pow'r, without oppression!
Derry down, &c.

Oh, the finest show!
To see freedom loyal; elections unbrib'd; Who 'll see honesty in a miser ?
All faction'exil'd, and corruption proscrib'd: Fops, from France, return the wiser?
Pure Nature exalted o'er masking and art; Wealthy poets, and poor receivers ?
And Dominion possess'd of its seat in the heart. Lawyers in future rewards believers ?
Derry down, &c.

Oh, the curious show! To see Mirth, with Innocence, walking the land; Here's dependance, without servility; And Probity taking Free-trade by the hand; Peers, to virtue who owe nobility; And the courts of our law from iniquity clear, Next, where piety weds with prelacy: O then, what a rare revolution were here ! But you scarce will credit, till you see, Derry down, &c.

Such a wondrous show!

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A race, who are prouder

To spend their sweet powder

At balls, than on bullets,--a terrible train
TUNE— Past one o'clock.

Of crimp petit-maitres,
How mild, in this suhy, pale Chastity fushes;

Nice seamsters and plaiters, And tinctures with crimson her form of light! Beau'd out, for the dance of a dainty campaign! Unconscious of guilt ;-at her beauty she blushes, And wraps each proportion and charm from sight.

AIR XXX All hush'd as rock'd infants, all sweet as the folding rose,


TUNE-Ye fairy elves that be.
Her lips, with reluctance, the balm of her breath Come follow, follow me,
Her eyes look abash'd at their brightness, yet still You jolly boys all, who be
she shows

Divested of constraint,
Brighter by veiling whate'er is bright!

From mortify'd saw, or saint!
To pleasure and boundless licence free,
Come follow, follow, follow me!

Come all to measureless licence free,
TUNE—The bonny Christ-church bells.

And follow, follow, follow me!
Would you wear this pearl so rare ?

Let lean-ey'd honesty bear Then, fair one, list to me,

His merited weight of care;
First learn the skill your tongue to still;

And phlegm and conscience dwell
And leave the name and honest frame of others free.
Your tittle-tattle, prate and prattle-rake and rattle, But‘all ye lovers of game and glèe,

In cynical tub, or cell;

And feast and frolic, come follow me!
Due victims to this pearl must fall.

To Nature's measureless licence free,
Your joys in toys, of folly, fops, and noise,
That, noon and night, the toy-shop of your heart Come follow, follow, follow me!

The side-long glance, and kindling dance,

The pedanted priest, who fain Minc'd mien, and conscious eye ;

Would ride, but wants a rein; [show;

To moral us into control, With foibles which, you know, in shame I spare to

Would sour the jovial sou!!
A price, I fear, too high.

The priest is cunning, and so are we;
Then priest and people, come follow me!
From scruple and qualın, and conscience free,

Come follow, follow me!
Tune-Bumpers, 'squire Jones.
Since, sir, you require

Me with freedom to tell you the price I desire;

TUNE— Tiptelera.
If duly obey'd,
I must claim all your shifts,

These gauntlets, we understand,
Mean resources, sly drifts,

From annals, time out of mind,
And whole system of trade.

Have giv'n due weight to each band
Each method of weaving

Of the bruisers of mankind. Court nets for enslaving;

Still apt to his occupation Your chaffer for conscience, by barter and lure : Whom no restriction awes; State quacks, and state nurses ;

Whose courage would cuff a nation, Your purging of purses;

And quell both land and laws.
And skinning of wounds, which you wish not to cure.

Each subtle essay
Of spreading corruption, in order for sway;

Tune-Ye commons and peers.
All projects for rule,
By the bate and the bribe,

Behold, from old times,
And political tribe,

Through all customs, and climes,
Of trick, traffic, and tool.

The meed of ambition and pride!
Your court-broom, that gathers

'T is a gift, my good sirs, Motes, chaff, straw, and feathers,

For him who, with spurs,
And sweeps up all trash from the surface of life. On the back of his country would ride.
With your largess of graces,

Dol de rol, &c. Posts, pensions, and places,

[A trifting air omitted here.] Where talents and office are ever at strife.


TUNE-Ye fairy elves that be.

With these, I must claim
Your entry of red-coated gentry, who dream

That heroes are made,
And enabl'd to kill,
By the courage and skill

Of a dreadful cockade!


AKISE, arise, arise !
Each shape, and sort, and size

Of honesty, where ye lie,

What has grandeur to supply,
Unheeded, on dank or dry;

What has pleasure to impart ?
From cottages, shades, and sheds, to court, Mere illusion to the eye,
My brothers of worth, and want, resort !

Real anguish to the heart !
Arise to labour, arise to play,
For virtue dawns a new-born day!

Here, from time and transience won,
CHORUS. Arise to labour, &c. Beauty has her charms resign'd;

Heav'n already is begun,
To court, to court repair ;

Opening in an humble mind.
Though destitute, poor, and bare;
And yet unskill'd in aught

Fount of truth, seraphic bowl,
That Euclid or Machiavel taught.

Pour the nectar from above ! By naked probity, you acquire

O, descend into the soul,
A garb beyond the silk of Tyre;

Thirsting after life and love !
And more than talents, and more than art,
Is furnish'd in au upright beart !

Death is conquer'd, time is pass'd,
CHORUS. And more than, &c. Heav'n is present to our view

Welcome, welcome, joys that last!
Let jollity e'en devour

Short seducing world, adieu !
His interval of an hour;
Yet pity his transient roar,
For list- and he laughs no more!

The purest pleasures that guilt can bring,
Are like the tickling of a sting ;

WRETCHED mortals, doom'd to go
The tickling leaves no sweet behind;

Through the vale of death and woe!
The sting remains, and stabs the mind !

Let us travel sad and slow.
CHORUS. The tickling leaves, &c.

Care and sickness, toil and pain,
But virtue, in the breast,

Here their restless vigils keep: Composes her halcyon nest;

Sighs are all the winds that blow, And sooths and smooths each storm,

Tears are all the streams that flow! That would the fair seat deform;

Virtue hopes reward in vain Herself most frolic, and sweetly free

The gentlest lot she can obtain,
To cordial jollity, cordial glee!

Is but to sit and weep!
The fountain of all that 's bless'd and bright;
Of orient pleasure, of orient light!

Ye dreary mansions of enduring sleep,
CHORUS. The fountain, &c. Where pale mortality lies dark and deep!

Thou silent, though insatiate grave,
And from this mental dawn,

Gorg'd with the beauteous and the brave,
O'er village, and lake, and lawn;

Close, close thy maw-thy feast is o'er,
New radiance shall expand,

Time and death can give no more!
To brighten each dusky land;
While truth, from this approving stage,

In Rowena thou hast
Shall beam through ev'ry act and age!

Thy consummate repast !
All that Earth could boast divine,

All we held of Hear'n is thine !
While truth, from this approving stage,

Time and death no more can gain
Shall beam through ev'ry act and age.

They have all perfection slain!
O grave, thy festival is o'er;
The beggar'd world can give no more!


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Many a conflict, many a fight,

Desolation, fear, and flight,
'T is virtue, 't is virtue, o'er grief and the grave, Loss of empire, life, and light,
That rises secure and sublime;

All rush upon my sight!
The prize that eternity watches to save
From the wrecks and the ruins of time!

Yet, through the horrours of this threat'ning sky,
One radiant beam I spy.
It comes, the singly smiling hour,

That puts our Indian world again into thy power!

They stand, they stand,

Within thine hand,
Tell us, ye gods, what power is this,

This horrid, hostile, ruthless bandThat rules with such resistless sway;

Strike, strike, and save the land ! (Ascends. To whom the mightiest bow submiss, Whom crowds adore, whom kings obey?

It is the power of Beauty's charm,

That can all other powers subdue,
The savage tame, the fierce disarm,

THUNDER sleeps the storm is o'er;
And teach subjected pride to sue..

War and terrour are no more.

See their horrid hosts retire
Great monarch ! if you baply find
The force of her enchantment here,

Painting worlds again respire!
Her temples with your garland bind,

By our conq'ring hero fellid,

Spain is shackled, force is quell'a !
And crown her empress of the year.

Peace revisits India's shore-
Thunder sleeps the storm is o'er !


Peace revisits, &c.

Moon, pale regent of the night,
Goddess of each magic rite-
In this dread and dreary hour
Aid us with thy light and power!

Now, through ev'ry glen and glade,
In the sunshine, in the shade,
Vacant innocence shall stray,
Fearing neither wile nor way!
Sons shall laugb within the shed,
By their sires and grandsires spread;
Peace shall slumber, toil shall snore-
Wars and terrours are no more.


O, ye stars, ye seeds of light,
Radiant gems of gloomy night,
n whose ever-varying round
Present, past, and future 's found;
Who, in characters, comprise
Falls of kingdoms, ere they rise,
To our favour'd sight reveal

Whate'er, from vulgar eyes, with caution ye con-
Ye spirits infernal, dark partners of woe !
Ye demons, who wield ebon sceptres below!
Ye goblins and fairies, or dusky or fair,
Who mine in the earth, or who dance in the air!

Peace shall, &c.


My wand demands ye, from Hell, earth, and skies

Arise, arise, arise !

In wedlock, again, loving pairs shall be tied,
And children shall run by their glad father's side;
Long poles shall be fix'd, where the minstrel shall

And where holy-day crowds shall dance cheerly
Birds shall chirp in the groves, and beasts frisk in
the plain,

Nor be scard by the thunders and lightnings of
Through our clime, mirth shall carol, and laughter

shall roar;
For war, tumult, terrour, and Spain are no more!

[A terrestial Spirit ascends. ] Spirit.—Prince, mourn your search—your gods are

all control'd; Silent, and bow'd before superior power! I dare no more.



Through our clime, &c.

High Priest. Hence, dark and dastard sprite!
Calib, my ever-smiling friend!
Circled with radiant light, descend;
Our bosoins with thy wonted tidings cheer,
Speak comfort to our heart, and music to our ear!

YOUNG Marcus with the lark salutes the morn-
“ Saddle your horses, huntsman; wind your horn."
We start, we rise at the enliv'ning sound-
The woods all ring-and wind the horn around :
We snatch a short repast within the ball;
“ To horse! to horse!"-We issue at the call.
As when, to rid his country from alarms
Of Russian inroads, and of Gallic arms,

[Calib descends in rehite, and sings.]

Mighty emperor, attend;
Heavy, heavy things impend!

Great Prussia bids the patriot trump to blow, He dream'd, as by a neighb'ring grange he crept,
The free-born gather, and around him glow: Crouch'd while he mov’d, and linger'd as he stept,
So, at the call of Marcus--grateful sound Two virgin pullets fix'd his side regard,
Men, steeds, and dogs, tumult'ous pour around. Plump from the sounding barn and pamp'ring yard:

The youth upon their coursers vault with grace; Near, and more near, he steals with winking eyes, The coursers neigh, impatient for the chase: Then springs at once, and seizes on his prize. Their short and eager steps the bit restrains : Loud piercing screams th' affrighted welkin fill, They paw and pant, reluctant to the reins. And down his jaws the luscious streams distil. Unfolding gates a spacious passage yield

Ev'n in this rapturous moment, while his taste Forward we move, and issue to the field.

Gorg'd the full riot of a fancy'd feast, Far within cover thoughtless Reynard lay, Lovely's near note, far echoing, pierc'd his ears And slept the riots of the night away.

He wakes, and inward shrinks to shup his fears. Late, from the ravage of a neighb'ring farm, Upward he starts—erects his ears--and then He had withdrawn, impenitent of barm;

Hears the loud “ Hark!"--and down he sinks again. The tainted gales his felon steps pursue,

Trembling he strives to re-assure his heart And tell his travels to the conscious dew.

With a fresh promise of long prosp'ring art; But he, whom many a 'scape had render'd sure, Then with sly caution, crouching as he rose, For slights and wiles unrivall’d, slept secure, From his warm kennel's ancient seat he goes; In unsuspecting spirits blithe and bland,

The seat to which he shall return no more, Nor dreams the dreadful reck’ning is at hand. Now with chill moss and dropping branches hoar.

Trueman, whom for sagacious nose we hail Through frizzled thickets, and through yielding Thechief, first touch'd the scarce-distinguish'd gale;

sprays, His tongue was doubtiul, and no hound replies : He thwarts each path, and treads a puzzling maze. “ Haux ! -- wind him ! -haux !!! - the tuneful So steerd, some devious vessel shifts her sail, huntsian cries.

And, veering, gains upon th' adverse gale. At once the list’ning pack asunder spread,

Now, from the mansion of his late repose
With tail erect, and with inquiring head :

Rank steams and reeking exhalations rose;
With busy nostrils they foretaste their prey, The tepid vapours are diffus'd around,
And snuff the lawn-impearling dews away.

And reach the nerves of each inquiring hound:
Now here, now there, they chop upon the scent, With answering notes, their heads tow'rds Heav'n
Their tongues in undulating ether spent :

they cast, More joyous now, and louder by degrees,

And in full concert hail the rich repast. Warm, and more warm, they catch the coming The sculking caitiff, who beneath the spread breeze.

Of fav'ring umbrage veil'd his luckless head, Now with full symphony they jointly hail

Close at his ear believes the distant peals, The welcome tidings of a surer gale;

And a whole host of demons at his heels. Along the vale they pour the swelling note; His instant terrours cast all wiles away, Their ears and dewlaps on the morning float. He breaks from cover, and demands the day: How vainly art aspires, by rival sounds,

O'er the fair field he fies his num'rous foes, To match the native melody of hounds!

And down the wind, as swift as wind he goes. Not eunuchs, warbling in the vocal choir,

A watchful scout his bold elopement spiesThough join'd by pipe and string, such bliss inspire,“ Ho!--tally-ho!"_triumphantly he cries. When with joint sense they quaff the tainted gale, His rash alarm the gen'rous Marcus blamesAnd in fall concert ring their morning peal: “ Law!--give him law !"-as loudly he exclaims. The list'ning planets from their orbits bend, The distant sportsmen gather at the shout, And the still elements with joy attend.

As bees they buzz and close their chief about; Again the doubtful scent our hope defeats : The fervid youth attending crowd the plain, " To cover-hark !"—the huntsman's voice repeats. And bind the crested coursers to the rein. (throats, Wide on the left a neighb'ring copse was spread, The choiring hounds, with deep harmonious And thither th' obsequious pack he led.

Fill the charm'd wood, and swell the doubling notes; But more aloof the parting sportsmen scout, Sweeter than those of that enchanting strain Watch ev'ry path, and skirt the wood about. That still'd the surge on the Trinacrian main, The huntsman now, with expectation flush, [bush: When to the mast, the Grecian, wisely bound, “ Haux, fox!” he cries, and strikes the hopeful Scarce dard the tempting magic of the sound. To cover straight the spreading hounds now take, The dogs, a travers'd labyrinth unwind, Snuff ev'ry tuft, and spy in ev'ry brake.

Subtler than that which Dædalus design'd. Again the breeze betrays the tainted ground, By slow degrees the doubling wile is won, And Lovely tells the gladsome tidings round; Trac'd through the shade, and push'd into the sun; Hark! - Lovely!-hark!”-deep echoing glens There the broad airs a livelier scent assume, resound.

And greet their senses with a full perfume. Ah, hapless foxes ! ever blind to fate!

Then, as a shaft from the withholding thong, Without a cause dejected and elate.

They shoot away, and pour the plains along. Darkling ye walk, unconscious of your end,

No more the youth their eager steeds restrain; Nor mark the gath'ring mischiefs that impend! Ardent they start, and loose the granted rein ; The shrewd and simple share an equal lot The steeds spring forth, and from the rein unbound, In death the wizard finds himself a sot.

Devour the less’ning distance of the ground; That luckless morn, when first along the glade They stretch and strain each nerve and active limb, The tell-tale dews his nightly steps betray'd, Sweep down the slopes, and o'er the levels skim. Wrapp'd in soft slumbers Reynard press’d his bed, Their force a gen'rous emulation fires ; And there on visionary poultry fed.

Beneath our speed the fleeting earth retires.

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