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Some senatorial type ev'n Pointers yield; - / o One loves too narrow, one too wide a field; 4 / This creeps below, that springs above his work, As Hartley slow, or uncontrol'd as Burke. With ravonous ardor some devour the prey; or , , O gentle Sawbridge, lash such fiends away ! = . . . / Others, with puzzling zeal, small objects mark; Judicious Luttrell, bid them ware a lark!
But come, dear Jack, all martial as thou art, _2^
With spruce cockade, heroically smart, ar
Come, and once more together let us greet
The long lost pleasures of St. James's Street.
Enough o'er stubbles have I deign'd to tread;
Too long wer’t thou at anchor, at Spithead |
Come, happy Friend 1 to hail thy wish’d return,
Nor vulgar fire, nor venal light shall burn,
From gentle bosoms purer flames shall rise,
And keener ardors flash from Beauty's eyes.
Methinks, I see thee now resume thy stand, ze
Pride of Fop-alley, tho' a little tann'd: -
What tender joy the gazing Nymphs disclose t
How pine with envy the neglected Beaux
While many a feeble frown and struggling smile,
Fondly reprove thy too adventurous toil,
And seem with reprehensive love to say,
“Dear Mr. Townshend, wherefore didst thou stray
“What fatal havoc might one shot have made, or
“If not thy life, thy leg the forfeit paid!
“That shot thy foretop might have made it's prey, a
“Or sing'd one dear devoted curl away; -
“Or lopp'd that hand, the pride of love and lace;
“Or scarr'd, with bolder sacrilege, thy face.” .
Soon as to Brooks’s thence thy footsteps bend,
What gratulations thy approach attend
See Gibbon rap his box; auspicious sign,
or That classic compliment and wit combine;
See Beauclerk's cheek a tinge of red surprise,
And Friendship give what cruel Health denies.
Important Townshend] what can thee withstand 222
The ling'ring black-ball lags in Boothby's hand;
or Ev’n Draper checks the sentimental sigh,
And Smith, without an oath, suspends the dye.
That night, to festive wit and friendship due.
That night thy Charles's board shall welcome you.
Sallads, that shame ragouts, shall woothy taste;
Deep shalt thou delve in Weltjie's motley paste;
Derby shall lend, if not his plate, his cooks,
And, know, I’ve bought the best Champaigne from
From liberal Brooks, whose speculative skill, zoo
Is hasty credit, and a distant bill;
Who, nurs'd in clubs, disdains a vulgar trade,
Exults to trust, and blushes to be paid!
On that auspicious night, supremely grac'd
With chosen guests, the pride of liberal taste,
Not in contentious heat, nor mad’ning strife,
Not with the busy ills, nor cares of life,
We'll waste the fleeting hours; far happier themes
Shall claim each thought, and chase ambition's dreams.
Each beauty that sublimity can boast Zzo
He best shall tell, who still unites them most.
Of wit, of taste, of fancy, we'll debate;
If Sheridan for once be not too late:
But scarce a thought to Ministers we’ll spare,
Unless on Polish Politics, with Hare: _
Good-natur'd Devon ; oft shall then appear
The cool complacence of thy friendly sneer:
Oft shall Fitzpatrick's wit, and Stanhope's ease,
And Burgoyne's manly sense unite to please.
And while each guest attends our varied feats /32
Of scatter'd covies and retreating fleets, -
Me shall they wish some better sport to gain,
And Thee more glory from the next campaign.
Verum, ubi, tempestas, et coeli mobilis humor
Mutavere vias, et Jupiter uvidus Austris
Densaterant quae rara modo, et quae densa, relaxat,
Vertuntur species animorum.---------- Virg.
Since sage philosophers aver,
That climate forms the charaćier;
And prove each nation, tame, or bold,
Just as its air is hot or cold ;
What schemes might crafty statesmen lay,
If such a system they'd obey -
Suppose the Turks, who now agree It wou'd fatigue them to be free, Should build an ice house, to debate More cooly on affairs of state, - Zo Might not some Mussulmen be brought, To brace their minds, not shrink at thought
How, as their blood began to cool,
Would nature scorn despotic rule :
The silken sons of slavish ease, C- o: o
Wou'd glow for freedom, while they freeze;
And, in proportion to the coldness,
Discover latent fire and boldness.
For thus 'tis Montesquieu explains
The power of air upon the veins; – 29
The short’ning fibres brac'd by cold,
The blood flies back, the heart grows bold;
Relax’d by heat, their force declines,
The spirits droop, the being pines:
'Till, quite o'erpow'r'd, the sick'ning soul,
Yields to the atmosphere's control.
Thus air each impulse can impart,
To that thermometer, the heart.
Thanks, mighty Jove, thy sovereign care,
Environs us with Northern air! 20
Our atmosphere to honor leads,
Inspires the breast to hardy deeds; – cer.
The heartbeats quick;-the spirits rise; -
All which our latitude supplies.
Yet, (for extremes ev’n virtue mar) -
We sometimes carry ours too far:
When winter winds too chilly pierce,
We grow impatient, wild and fierce;
While every softer virtue flies,
To gentler climes, and milder skies. -- o