SANDYS'S GHOST: OR, A PROPER NEW BALLAD ON THE NEW OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, AS IT WAS INTENDED TO BE TRANSLATED BY PERSONS OF QUALITY. YE lords and commons, men of wit And pleasure about town, Beware of Latin authors all! Nor think your verses sterling, Though with a golden pen you scrawl, And scribble in a berlin: For not the desk with silver nails, Hear how a ghost in dead of night, In woful wise did sore affright Rare imp of Phoebus, hopeful youth! Like puppy tame, that uses To fetch and carry in his mouth The works of all the Muses. Ah! why did he write poetry, And sell his soul for vanity A desk he had of curious work, Now, as he scratch'd to fetch up thought, With whiskers, band, and pantaloon, Ho! master Sam, quoth Sandys' sprite, I hear the beat of Jacob's drums, Then lords and lordlings, 'squires and knights, Garth at St. James's, and at White's, Beats up for volunteers. *Henry Carey, a teacher of music and a dramatic writer, but more particularly distinguished as the author and composer of the famous loyal song of "God save the King!" He was remarked for a facetiousness of manners, which rendered his company, in general, very desirable; but was at last reduced to circumstances of such distress, that, in a fit of desperation, Oct. 4, 1743, he laid violent hands on himself, and put a period to a life which had been led without reproach. N. What Fenton will not do, nor Gay, If justice Philips' costive head Let Warwick's Muse with Ash-t join, Tickell and Addison combine, L-himself, that lively lord, Ye ladies, too, draw forth your pen Now, Tonson, list thy forces all, Review them and tell noses: For to poor Ovid shall befal A metamorphosis more strange Than all his books can vapour "To what (quoth 'squire) shall Ovid change?" Quoth Sandys, "To waste paper.” UMBRA. CLOSE to the best known author UMBRA sits, "Who's here?" cries UMBRA: "only Johnson"-"O! DUKE UPON DUKE. AN EXCELLENT NEW BALLAD *. To the Tune of "Chevy Chace." To lordlings proud I tune my lay, Who feast in bow'r or hall: This very humorous ballad was occasioned by a quarrel between Nicholas lord Lechmere and sir John Guise, bart. Now, that this same it is right sooth, From what befel John duke of Guise, When Richard Cœur de Lion reign'd, A word and blow was then enough: Look in their face, they tweak'd your nose; Of these the duke of Lancastere He kick'd, and cuff'd, and tweak'd, and trod Firm on his front his beaver sate; So broad, it hit his chin; For why? he deemed no man his mate, Lord Lechmere had been representative in parliament for Cockermouth, and one of the managers against Sacheverell; he was an eminent lawyer, a staunch whig, and, having been removed from his office of queen's counsel in June 1711, was a constant opposer of her ministry. He was appointed solicitor general in Oct. 1714; chancellor of the duchy court of Lancaster for life in June 1717; attorney-general in March 1717-18; and was created baron Lechmere of Evesham, Sept. 8, 1721 dying June 18, 1727, the title became extinct.-Sir John Guise, who represented the county of Gloucester in several parliaments, died Nov. 6, 1732. N, |