End of the First Part.
[1] Note.] Thus the Bacchanal tribes, &c.
Cunctaque tela forent cantu mollita: sed ingens
Clamor, et inflatâ Berecynthia tibia cornu,
Tympanaque, Plaususque, et Bacchei ululatus
Obstrepuere sono Citheræ. Tum denique Saxa
Non exauditi rubuerunt Sanguine Vatis.
OVID.
[2] See the letter of the Lord Lieutenant of M———x, May 8th.
[3] These strange Constables were avowedly brought from the Tower Hamlets.
[4] See the speech of a young orator in a late debate.
END OF THE FIRST PART
PART II.
ADDRESSED TO MR. HAYLEY.
To thy candour now, HAYLEY, I offer the line,
Which after thy model I fain would refine.
Thy skill, in each trial of melody sweeter,
Can to elegant themes adapt frolicksome metre;
And at will, with a comic or tender controul,
Now speak to the humour, and now to the soul.
We’ll turn from the objects of satire and spleen,
That late, uncontrasted; disfigured the scene;
To WRAY leave the rage the defeated attends,
And the conqueror hail in the arms of his friends;
Count with emulous zeal the selected and true,
Enroll in the list, and the triumph pursue.
These are friendships that bloomed in the morning of life,
Those were grafted on thorns midst political strife;
Alike they matured from the stem, or the flower,
Unblighted by int’rest, unshaken by power.
Bright band! to whose feelings in constancy tried,
Disfavour is glory, oppression is pride;
Attached to his fortunes, and fond of his fame,
Vicissitudes pass but to shew you the same.