The curious hunt the Cossack through the park- Resound, ye hills! resound my mournful strain, Of perjur❜d Blouzelinda I complain !— The doctor tries his Esculapian skill, He draws the lancet, and prescribes the pill, And lays for Cupid many an artful lure; But love's a pang that physic cannot cure ; A ruthless dun, devoted to his prey, By night tormenting, as he plagues by day. But see, the night emits unwholesome damps, And nimble link-boys run to light their lamps; Now strolls the painted Cyprian in the dark, I'll to the Basin, in St. James's Park : * Farewell! the lawyer's quirk, the pleader's bawl; The Temple, Lincoln's-Inn, and Justice-Hall! Farewell! the park, the play-house, and Pall-Mall! Blouzy, adieu !-and all the world, farewell! * Non ego vos posthac, viridi projectus in antro, ECLOGUE III. THE DISCARDED MINISTER. Amicus. Ho! Georgius, whither on thy way so fast, From good St. Stephen's? Georgius. +Ah! my friend; at last, (Would I had never liv'd, this day to see, Ami. But what will now become of your col leagues, Their ways and means, their councils, their intrigues? What other leader will they choose? * Quo te, Mori, pedes? an, quò via ducit, in urbem? + O Lycida, vivi pervenimus; advena nostri, (Quod nunquam veriti sumus) ut possessor agelli Diceret, Hæc mea sunt; veteres migrate coloni. Geo. Heav'n knows! I weep to think of leaving Treasurer Rose ;* Methinks I hear him cry, distracted, vext, 66 Forebodings tell me that my turn comes next!" And then the honest man dissolves in tears, To lose the place he's held for twenty years. Ami. And Vansittart,† will royalty reject him? * Here lies old George, who took the surest The Statesman, Treas'rer, Sinecurist, Alike to him, were friends and foes; And both by turns, he would importune; Which tended most to make his fortune! Bred in the Caledonian school, Laborious, plodding, dull and grave; He was too knowing for a fool, If there are sinecures in heav'n, Our Treas'rer may indulge his whim; The Grand Question debated. Cries starch Mrs. Sidmouth to grave Mrs. Van, I cannot conceive what the deuce there can be in us, That the Prince to promote us should do all he can, Geo. Ah! no: impassive Dulness shall protect him: He has no dang'rous particle of sense, Of new imposts and taxes yet to come. Ami. What will they do with Ryder, let me ask? "An oracle within an empty cask!" "For had I stuck fast to my Doctor's degree, "That His Highness, a man both of wit and of letters, (Which between you and I, are but rarish commodities)! Should raise us so high o'er the heads of our betters, Is strange, Mrs. Vansittart, I vow to God it is!" Mrs. Van having heard Mrs. Sidmouth's oration, Just as when she harangues on the state of the nation, "The reason quite plain without all this parade is, He rises, with the awful subject big, And shakes the powder'd honours of his wig; Geo. He, p'rhaps may prove of service to the In matters of small consequence and weight; Ami. But hast thou (pray excuse the thing I No small reversion, sinecure, or pension, Come, say how much might purchase thy retreat? Geo. For neither pension, sinecure, nor bribe, Am I indebted to the courtly tribe. Was it for this I brav'd the party-storm, And silenc'd the loud Demon of Reform, That fierce assail'd me with its thousand tongues, |