BON

MOT,

OF THE LATE CHARLES TOWNSHEND.

IT is well known, that at one time Lord Barring-ton was honoured with the favour of the diftinguished Countess of H- . The Noble Lord one day calling in upon the famous statefman, and wit, Charles Townfhend, found him furrounded with a number of huge folios. "What, exclaims Lord "B. do you read, Charles! I did not think that B6 a man of your wit and fancy could be fo ftudious." "Good God! replies Mr. Townshend, do you "think it strange that a man should read !—Do ༦ you never read?—Do you not now and then, my. ཕ. Lord, take a dip into Harrington's ocean?"

TO A CERTAIN ATHEIST.

INDEED, Mr.

it feems very odd,

While your eyes view his works, to deny there's a

God;

Or affert that our actions he does not regard,

will punish our vice, nor our virtue reward.

What!

What! no vengeance to come! ́well, if this be but

true,

How happy 'twill be for the Devil and you.

ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES TOWNSHEND.

BY BONNEL THORNTON, ESQ

A CATCH.

HEAVEN and Hell might strive to catch him,

But that the

alone did fnatch him.

No longer veer'd by every blast,

The weather cock is fixt at last.

TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ABOVE CATCH¡.

RAKE not the afhes of the dead!

Hear this, thou monster-hide thy head,
Thou most unfeeling heart of hearts!
Thou foe to England's brightest parts,
In dull oblivion thou wilt rot,
Townshend can never be forgot.

WHEN

WHEN THE LATE DUCHESS OF KINGSTON WAS AT ROME, (WHO IS AT PRESENT THE DOWAGER COUNTESS OF BRISTOL) SHE BEING MUCH DISTRESSED IN HER MIND, IS SAID TO HAVE ADDRESSED HERSELF TO THE THEN POPE, IN THE FOLLOWING LINES:

SINCE thine is the only power on earth we know,
Can wafh the blackest foul as white as fnow ;
Dread, Sire, of mercies humbly deign to meet
The first of finners proftrate at thy feet.
Strange to relate, who once a married maid,
As (now a wife, and widow) claims thy aid;
Spare her confeffions, left it grieve thee fore,
To hear fuch fins, as priest ne'er heard before.
The easiest way to lump them all at once,
And abfolution in a trice pronounce ;
Then fix the pennance, let it be for life,
To the true husband, send the spotless wife.

EPIGRAM.

EPIGRAM.

ON THE QUONDAM DUCHESS OF K

N, SAID

TO BE WRITTEN BY DR. DS, ONE OF THE RESIDENTIARIES OF ST. PAUL'S.

Who is she?

A WIFE, who to her husband ne'er laid claim ;
A mother, who her children ne'er durft name;
Is this a wonder? more yet may be said,
This wife-this mother-ftill remains a maid.

RONDE A Ù.

BY MR. LUDERS.

SHE's fo lively and fo fair,

Where'er the comes all hearts fsubmit,
Charm'd by her beauty and her wit:

Her spouse thinks he's her only care;
Her lover hears it with surprise,
"It is impoffible," he cries,

"She's fo lively and so fair.”

LINES

LINES ON SEEING THE COUNTESS TEMPLE *, AT

THE ROTUNDA IN DUBLIN.

ERE the fam'd Grecian artift + could

The peerless HELEN's charms display,
Ten nymphs, the boast of Asia, stood
Unveil'd before him in array.

As once, on Ida's mount 'tis faid,
Where contest was for beauty's prize,
Three goddeffes their charms display'd,
Before the fhepherd's ravish'd eyes.

But were the bard to these confin'd,
He'd ne'er that first of graces paint,
The ray of TEMPLE's angel mind,
To which all earthly tints are faint!