March 12, 1798.
We are indebted for the following exquisite imitation of one of the most beautiful Odes of Horace, to an unknown hand. All that we can say is, that it came to us in a blank cover sealed with a ducal coronet, and that it appears evidently to be the production of a mind not more classical than convivial.
ODE.
Whither, O Bacchus, in thy train,[[162]]
Dost thou transport thy votary’s brain
With sudden inspiration?
Where dost thou bid me quaff my wine,
And toast new measures to combine
The Great and Little Nation?
Say, in what tavern I shall raise[[163]]