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When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there;
Soon hurries me back to despair.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair;
And I to my cabin repair.
And mercy, encouraging thought !
And reconciles man to his lot.
OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA,
OH, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use, Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fireThere goes my lady, and there goes
the squire, There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark ! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk!
REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE,
NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS,
Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of
learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.
In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
Then holding the spectacles up to the court-
Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be
again That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles
On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,
With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the
Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how,)
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes : But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally
So his lordship decreed with a grave
solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but — That, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be
PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
See ! with united wonder cried
The experienced and the sage,
With all the skill of age !
Discernment, eloquence, and grace,
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
ODE TO PEACE.
Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view ;
We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
And wilt thou quit the stream That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I prized,
Whate'er I loved before ;
Farewell! we meet no more ?