From India unpropitious news arrives,* And Prince OCTAVIUS quits this mortal scene. Election broils now come in play, 1784. 'Twixt Fox and HooD, and CECIL WRAY; HANDEL'S august commemoration, Electrifies the list'ning nation; And, useful to the Muse, she hails PALMER, thy Post-impelling Mails: Of elegant, not superficial, lore, Is by the will of Heav'n to death consign'd. Thy Works, like the famed TORSO, greatly prove Our praise, or imitation, far above. In sev'nteen hundred eighty-five, The all-expectant world's alive, * Our forces both by land and sea suffered severely in India, just as the news of peace arrived to put an end to hostilities, and this was the final operation of the late war. To To hear how WARREN HASTIGNS, tried, As, when once brought before his Peers, They wove and wove for years and years; Their daily knots the night untied, At length, both sides to plead admitted, 1785. The Shop-tax for a while disturbs the town, "Till he who plann'd it, wisely laid it down. 1786. Commercial plans with France and Spain we sign, On base of reciprocity, And faith and friendship mutually combine, 'Gainst future animosity. When, suddenly, a frantic maniac's hand,* Margaret Nicholson attempted to stab His Majesty with a knife she had concealed in the folds of a petition, which he was just reaching his hand to receive; she proved to be insane, and was directed, under the most humane attention, to be confined in Bethlem IIospital. Nor Nor know her wand'ring senses to this hour, 1787. Next might we open a vast, boundless theme, I mean when civil dæmons left their dens : Oh, hapless GALLIA, 'tis for thee we mean scene Thy mourning streets, thy fanes, thine altars saw; Pass we the horrors of thy princes slain, Pass we where lovely woman falls unspared; Pass Pass we where brutes o'er heroism reign, While red-eyed Revolution wildly glared. My Muse disclaims each deed of crime or glory, But what alone relates to BRITISH story. 1788. LORD GEORGE, who led the chapel-burning crew, Now quits his creed, and owns himself a Jew. MANSFIELD, the sage judicial chief, expires: The monarch suffers,) harsh debate, "Whene'er unmindful of my King I prove "Unmindful be of me the God I love!" Then PITT! too, leader of that band Who, in the sov'rcign, served the land, When reason dawning on the best of men, 1789 Pointed Pointed his faithful friends to his regard, And feeling, reft of words, essay'd reward, As sudden blessing sent from Heaven, To interpose when Discord's voice, In accents hoarse, bade fiends rejoice; The dæmon's fell intentions fail : And in the sacred dome,* by crouded hearts BURKE, and his friend CHARLES Fox who used to feel 1790. But one opinion; now with so much zeal CORNWALL.'s decease the Speaker's chair bestows On ADDINGTON, whose worth the country knows; Some frantic hand again the King assails,† It's aim, to ev'ry subject's rapture, fails. * His Majesty went in solemn procession to St. Paul's to return thanks for his recovery. A stone was thrown at His Majesty by one John Frith, a half-pay lieutenant, which fortunately missed the royal person: Frith being proved insane, upon trial, was sent to a proper place of confinement. FRANKLIN |