For thee, fair India's fpicy forests blow,
And mounts of gold in thy Exchequer glow.
But fee Saint James's portals wide display,
Pittburke upon thee in the flood of day;
All fall-diffolv'd in his fuperior rays;
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O'erflow thy courts :-that glory far shall shine
Reveal'd-and Pow'r all abfolute be thine.
The Laws fhall change, the Parliament decay,
And Judges Liberty explain away;

But, fix'd as Fate, thy regal pow'r remains,
And shall for ever laft, while thy great Premier reigns

EPIGRAM.

"BROTHER Bucks, your glasses drain
"Tom, 'tis strong and sparkling red.
"Never fear-'t won't reach my brain :"
"No-that's true-but 'twill your head."

EPIGRAM.

THE gay Flirtilla fhew'd her mimic buft,
And ask'd blunt Senso if 'twere fashion'd juft;

"Ma'am," he replied, " in this 'tis much like you,
"The face is painted, and that badly too."

RONDEAU

R ON DEAU,

HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HON. LA WILLIAM EDEN, ENVOY EXTRAORDINARY, AND MINISTER PLENIPOTENTIARY OF AT THE COURT

COMMERCIAL AFFAIRS

OF VERSAILLES.

OF EDEN loft, in ancient days,
If we believe, what Moses fays,
A paltry pippin was the price;
One crab was bribe enough t'entice
Frail human kind from virtue's ways.

But now, when PITT, th' all-perfect sways,
No fuch vain lures the Tempter lays,
Too poor to be the purchase twice,
Of EDEN loft.

The Dev'l grown wiser, to the gaze
Six thousand pounds a-year displays,
And finds fuccefs from the device;
Finds this fair fruit too well fuffice
To pay the peace, and honest praise
Of EDEN loft.

A CON.

A CONGRATULATORY ODE,

TO MR. HASTINGS, ON HIS RETURN FROM INDIA,

NOT the Fifth Charles himself refign'd

Th' Imperial throne o'er millions of mankind
With more applause, with more regret,

Than thou, when leaving India to her fate!

Long had'st thou reign'd, and worshipp'd as a god! For tho' all knew thy pow'r, the good ne'er felt thy rod:

You rul'd with fuch a juft and gentle fway,
That to be happy was but to obey.

You foften'd war by all the charms of peace;
Made rapine fly abafh'd, and all injuftice cease:
Reftor'd the British name

To a far fairer fame,

Than e'er before was known

Beyond the torrid zone;

Shew'd George's godlike clemency on India's diftant

throne !

While

While greatly thus employ'd,

Your reputation here was oft annoy'd. But, like the diamond in Golconda's mine, The deeper it was cut the purer it did shine! And ev'ry ftain or blot

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Was wip'd off by the gallant Scott,

Whofe talents triumph'd o'er mistaken foes,

That deem'd you India's bane, not healer of her

woes.

Now to your native soil retir'd,

The more you're known, the more you'll be ad

mir'd

As a most able and an honest man,

Whom wealth could ne'er feduce to any vicious plan.

One of the very few return'd across the line-
Oh, prodigy divine!

Without one worthy Indian's curfe or hate,.
To four thy prefent great and happy state!

GANGES.

: THE

YE

THE BRITISH BEAUTIES.

gen'rous fair that light Britannia's ifles, Rewarding patriot toils with bright'ning fmiles, Tho' Vanity the ready cerufe lend,

The feign'd carnations ftill tho' Fashion blend,
Reject with scorn the dull factitious glow;
Where lurks disgust and dire disease below;
Worfe than Pandora's vafe, tho' feeming kind;
Curs'd rouge deftroys-nor leaves e'en hope behind!

Believe the bard who thus prefumes your praise,
To you, who gives his first, his artless lays ;
Not happier charms adorn the climes of earth,
Than deck the favour'd Ifle that gave you birth;
No tints more fine bloom on the lonely cheek,
Nor forms more ftriking elegance befpeak;
And fairer ftill the radiance of each mind,
Where Virtue dwells-by purity enflirin'd.
And lo! to prove the glories of our isle,
Yon vale with added verdure feems to smile;
Transported zephyrs feem to fan the air,
And hail the BRIGHT ASSEMBLAGE of our fair.
LO, MODESTY, in lengthen'd veil array'd,
O'er each sweet nymph cafts her pellucid shade ;
And SENSIBILITY, with pearly tear,

Each charm, with heighten'd lustre, bids appear.
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