But have you not the classic Cumberland?[8]
C. M.
He still exists: but ah! how chang’d from him
Whose gen’rous Belcour touch’d all hearts with rapture,
Whose honest Major charm’d with native humour,
Whose Charlotte, pleasant, frank and open hearted,
Call’d forth our tears of pleasure—April showers!
His pages now, stuff’d with false maudlin sentiment,
Scarce please our whimpering-girls and driveling ensigns:
P.