2 STOP, passenger, and thy attention fix on That true.born honeft fox-hunter, George Dixon, Who, after eighty years unwearied chase, Now rests his bones within this hallow'd place ; A gentle tribute of applause below, And give him, as you país, one tally-ho! Early at cover brisk, he rode each morn, In hopes the brulh his temples might adorn; The view is now no more the chase is past, And to an earth poor George is run ar laft i A" THE SMYRNA TWINS, Written by the Margravine of Anspacb, and Spoken by Mr. Plaistow, at Brandenburgb kouse. WHILE Ceylon laurels deck the vic. And Eastern yaffals before England bow, The timid muse, that hrinks from wars alarms, May here pourtray the Eastern female charms: Her playful notes oft gayly tripp'd along, With Turkish manners, Turkil dance and song i Obsery'd that soil and clime may, change the dress, The manners toq-nay even thought ra. press; But soft humanity is ftill the same In every breast, and under eyery name. Yet love and constancy, and truth com. bin'd, Are not to England's fair alone confin'd. Beneath the Turkish zóne, and brilliant veft, Fidelity and all the graces reft; And human frailly, human yirtųe reigns, In cultur'd Albion's, oi Bulgarian plains: At Smyrna, or in London, till we find The same pursuits engaging all mankind. To night, the man, whose tortur'd breast LINE'S Joewed Symptoms of Madness. deed! mind? How could't thou doom thy (paniel's heart to bleed,? Oh, say what crime so heinous thou could'At find. Sav, was she faithless, furly, or what not? No-lhe was all I wilh'i-nay, he was more ! Obedient, faithful, kind, with not ong fault That e'er could prompt the cruelty faç bore ! may heaye With tyrant boast, or own himself a Naye, Shali with our Twins, and their domeftic, woe, With what unfeign'd affe&ion she would run, And meet me every morning when I rose! Jump round, and bark, nor truk those proofs alone, But Atill more loving, lick my very clothes ! Explain the cause that makes his forrows Aow. But if the moral please not, yet; oh spare The author, for his trinket's at the fair ! So may our play, like books, your eyes engage, Look only on the title and laß page; While triflers smile at all the trifling part, The mural till may touch each feeling heart, POETRY. nature. George in SPANIELLE 343 Prudence replies and juftihes her death, One of these wirless elves address'd me By dang'rous symptoms, le betray'd her trait, ftate, And ask'd at Jacob's Well, how fared the Left dreadful hydrophobia horror brcathe, tate. And cause to mourn false tenderness too “ That it fares well thanks to its late. gen'rous friends, Who here, each Thursday eve, our kage attends ; LINES, Who judge with candour, and applauscs give That cheer the actor, while in the heart thall live RAMATIC scenery leaves the mind The grateful sense of your feducing praise, to guess And fan the spark of genius to a blaze. fmiles, Uplift the man, and heavy frowns beguiles, Than an unguarded peep behind the cur But to return again to inalquerade, tain: And give each wight a comment on hiç Oft times foreknowledge frustrates our des trade; light, The man in bear's skin, and so like a dear, But fancy's chequer'd field is infinite. With monkey master, inade me alfo (art. CAPT. SNUG. And moved me much to think fo Arangea Fairy Camp, Feb, 24, 1796. créature, Should, with his master, thew their pretry The next that took my fancy was a Prussian, Jus fuch a one in dress, as with a Rusian, to the luft Masquerade in the character of a Poor Poland's lands diffovered, homur Ballad-finger) at Jacob's Well, on Thursday broke, February 18, 17961 And prov's him faithful to the word he spoke ; TOOD friends assembled here, to pass When questioned: also, answer'd pretiye a merry hour, right, And give your plaudits, when you own, Without a fubfidy, “No Prussia fight." our pow'r ; A hidler good, a decent miftrets Chethire, Attention give, while I, in doggrel Who for the wine looked something rhyme, fresher. Attempt to please you-and in union Dull ftupid sailors, whą feem'd to say. chime alas ! With Brother poets, whose muse oft here, with ancient Dogberry, “ Set me down With good effect has sung, and sung most an afs," clear. A sullen Durchman with a nimble Scot, Thus much for preface, and for the story Whofe fanguage, likc his wit, was all t'lle'en relate, since now I am before ye. furgor; At that delightful sport, a masquerade, : While poor mynheer, did crawl and creepa Where wit's much talk d of, tho' but little And with his prince, walk in his flecp. faid; Some maids of work, with furrune-teiling Where folly reign'd, while pretty, girls siprey; entic'd, A roaring hellman, and flower girls tipfey, And Gould, dear mistress, gave you cream Who (wept away, and fortunes tuid, well ic'd; And long'd in vain to touch the gold, And falk'd forlorn, in dismal dreffes. out aloud, crowd. And fçorn'd to thew yoq. else but blearing Tho' laft, not least, a merry toynian camc, eyes, Whofe character will bear the ieft of fames Which, like their brains, seemed in a dosc, V!' họ boasts no bonour'd justice for his fire, And needidmuchan hour or (wo'o repole. And need to bench ur pill'sy did afpire. The. r! ah, POETRY. 344 The group remaining, may be had together, And in one word, were fomething like the weather, Some wet, fume dry, some thick and hazy, With wine well ro..k'd, and fresh as any daisy. Here, Bacchus reign'd in all his glory, While Venus play'd her game in upper story: Here danc'd the graces, there bucks did rant and ruar, Waiter, more wine ! damn'd jolly s.o.nog The surge in breakers loud and hoarse en-C-0-re encore. At the hour of nine, I came away quite Aupid, Nor cou'd with Diana run, or see more than Cupid; At eleven to bed, where I loon found re. pole, And Somnus kindly play'd a tune upon niy nose, Which founded far (weeter, than fiddle or flute, The harp's dullest Atrain, or the Muses to bour. So now, my good fellows, I'll here end my tale, Which if it but please ye, applause cannot fail. (Going, returns.) And yet, e'er I go, a few words will i utter, Tho' tir'd is your patience, you already mutter ; In brief then, I hope, that you'll pardon transgreslion, And something allow for a candid confeflion. JESUITICAL EXCULPATION. AN EPIGRAM, OLD LD Mumpfimus, rector of Mary-le. bonne, Being brought to Death's door by the gra. vel and itone ; Young Sumpfimus, feeking preferment to gain, (Tho' the Doctor and he were good friends in the main); Apply'd for the pars'nage, in case and pro vided A trip to the grave the incumbent betided : When lo! as by miracle rais'd from the dead, The Rector, restor'd, sprung from fick ness's hed; And Old Mumps being told what young Sumps had been doing, And how for the loaves and the fith had been suing; Burst out in reproaches, till near out of breath, And revil'd the false friend who had long'd for his death. “ I long for your death ! No such thing," says Young Sumps, “ Had you died, not your wife had been more in the dumps : As 'tis well known that I-tho' you're lo unforgiving, Inficad of your deATH-only long'd for your LIVING." TH force ; MAD PEG. From Dibdin's Will of the Wisp. 'HE gloomy night stalk'd Now away, The twilight (poke the doubtful day, wits. By proper management, with ease cry, INDE X. A. A Card, and reply to it, so 155, 231, 287 called Merry Sherwood, 116. of Cheapside, 231 ney loft at the game of whitt, 265 them, 846. Lord Northington, 64, 209 237. in France, 18 B 193 of unhurt, 309 observations on, il с quail of that place, 29 Courfing at Swaff ham, 38, 125, 204. at Petworth, 202 D. horse and his matter, 158 55 191. of a Dutch route or drum, 297 Trial of, 266 95, 200 Dogs, mad, recipes for the bites of them, 194 tu the, 44 E. ings, 112 263 Enoch disgraced, 201 my grandmother's car, 314 a familiar one, 192 new onc, 188 197, 245 r. 293 140, 206, 257, 310 155, 231, 287 146 G. to, 44 games there, 151, 250 the, 265 fashioned ones, 148 193 mons on the, 290 (308 154, 197, 245 on, 54 (305 H. Hare, action for coursing one, mime so called, 174 there, 187 on, 184. letters on, 31, 69, 127, 180, 248. among the Hottentots, 241 1. ble one, 237, of fidelity and courage in a terrier, 242 276, 336 L. 243, 304 Dick England, 143, 204, 255, 324. of Mr. Taplin, 227 54. extempore, 196. on the approach. pore, ib. Lisbon, bull feast there, 145 cal Farse fo called, 230 |