ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. Он, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot! They court the notice of a future age: So when a child, as playful children use, The flame extinct, he views the roving fire— There goes my lady, and there goes the squire, There goes the parson, oh! illustrious spark, And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk! REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND I. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose— The spectacles set them unhappily wrong; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong. II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While chief baron Ear set to balance the laws, So fam'd for his talent in nicely discerning, III. In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind. IV. Then holding the spectacles up to the court Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. V. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a nose! Pray who wou'd, or who cou'd, wear spectacles then? VI. On the whole, it appears-and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. VII. Then, shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes: But what were his arguments few people know, VIII. So his lordship decreed, with agrave solemn tone, That, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, shut! ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE 1780. I. So then the Vandals of our isle, Sworn foes to sense and law, Have burnt to dust a nobler pile Than ever Roman saw! 1 BURNING LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. 331 II. And MURRAY sighs o'er Pope and Swift, And many a treasure more, The well-judg'd purchase and the gift That grac'd his letter'd store. III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The loss was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. ON THE SAME. I. When wit and genius meet their doom In all devouring flame, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the same. |