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Macarthy's a trump, but Macready's a savage,
meat for my metre; Your editor-ay,
and egad, your
head-eater ! Drop a line to A, with (what in truth, I'm !) a starPost paid, and the terms—to be left at the bar Of mine host of (I lodge up three pair, with my
crony) The Panniers, and eke the Jerusalem Pony.
P.S. If you ask who I am, Mr. Cumberland
I'm one of the club* held at Miller's—(not Joe!) No G.D.-be de'ed he! no mountebank, muff; But a little cock-bantam-Flare up! quantum suff.
* There were in Athens ten judges, who decided on the merits of dramatic pieces. They had a particular and distinguished bench appropriated to them. They were men of merit, whose integrity was above all suspicion, who swore to judge equitably, and without regard to solicitations, cabals, or factions. The authority which allowed them the right of rewarding talent, extended also to punishing, and even to beating with whips, the dunce bold enough to present himself to the public without being worthy of their attention. We hear of one Evangelus, who was punished with this severity. Sophocles, on the contrary, obtained the prefecture of Samos for his Antigonus. How would this regulation suit Messieurs of the club?— Sheridan Knowles would gain a prefecture—but which among his brethren would not deem the flagellating clause more honored in the breach, than the observance ?”
In Tempè's vale, a calm sequester'd scene,
One morn great Abbas, tir'd of gay resorts,
“ O youth celestial ! whosoe'er thou art, That with such melting airs enslav'st my heart,
Say, dost thou here descend, with heav'nly strains, To soothe the wretch's woe, the Lover's pains ; For sure such notes as charm this mystic Bow'r, Are play'd by some divine, superior Pow'r.”
The youth replied—“I'm one of humble swains, Who lead their flocks o'er Tempè’s blissful plains, Of parentage obscure, a shepherd boy— And as I tune this pipe, my only joy, The list’ning Birds on ev'ry bloomy spray, Will raise their notes to imitate the Lay.
The Monarch thus—“ All gentle as thou art, If grandeur once can captivate thy heart, With me to cities and to courts repair, How will thy worth and talents flourish there! Let not such sweetness wither in a wild, Emblem of virtue, nature's fairest child ! But leave these plains, and tend thy sheep no more, And taste of pleasures unenjoy'd before.”
A crimson blush o'erspread the shepherd's cheek, His heart exulted, tho' he fear'd to speak : He wept in silence, while his ling'ring feet Reluctant bore him from his lov'd retreat.
Now distant cities from afar they view'd, Expanding wide, as onward they pursued;
All seem'd a bright and glorious vision-yet
To court the youth was led, in glitt'ring vest, Each noble heart admir'd the humble guest; His manly beauty, and superior worth, Made all forget his lowliness of birth ; Such native sweetness, mix'd with decent pride, Bravid slander's sting, and envy's scorn defy'd.
As some fair Flow'ret in a wild conceal’d, Where no kind pasture bids its blossoms yield; Check'd in its growth, requires a fost'ring hand Gently to move it to some fertile landBut when transplanted to more genial earth, The bloom appears, and gives its beauty birth; Urg'd by warm suns, and mild refreshing dews, The buds burst forth in all their lively hues ; Its lovely form rewards the planter's care, And with ambrosial fragrance fills the air.
While thus the swain enjoys his virtuous deeds, Great Abbas dies--the sorrowing nation bleeds ;Religion, justice, peace, a glorious train, And gentle mercy mark'd his pious reign. And now the Son, a youth of noble fire, Succeeds his honor'd and lamented sire;