Sigh'd-shook his head-extoll'd the school-boy's lot,
And urg'd the social comfort of a pot:
An invitation so politely urg'd, :

Attach'd the sage, until completely gorg'd:
For, tho' he ne'er was known to spend a groat,
An unbought cup, full oft, has prov'd his fault.
Oh, step-dame fortune! here my griefs renew,
When frequent draughts the fence of thoughts o'erthrew,
And cups like learning, if we fairly dip,

Create new thirst, and still we wish to sip;

Nor groans, nor sighs, nor pray'rs, nor tears could win ;
For all was rage and anarchy within,

"Till trembling, faint, and faithful to the touch,
Each blister'd palm, had prov'd he drank too much.
If e'er conducted by precarious chance,

Beside the rill we trip the harmless dance,
To soothe the famine of a Summer's day;
Fearful to go-and yet afraid to stay,
While he invok'd the soul-enliv'ning pow'r,
And social draughts abridg'd the genial hour.
As the wing'd centinel at distance guards,
Its cackling mates, and ev'ry peril wards;
Doubtful in trust we watch'd the distant bourns,
Shar'd ev'ry toil and truanted by turns;
And plac'd more glory in a safe retreat,

Than cautious NELSON when he sav'd the fleet.

Long as the village oracle he reign'd,

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Long had he argued and the point maintain’d;

Long at the crowded chapel did he ope

The blazing wonders of each flow'ry trope;
And, strange to tell, tho' foil'd, he kept the field,
Since right or wrong, he never stoop'd to yield.
For, as in fighting, 'tis in arguing so,
The crowing cock still terminates the blow.
He clearly told when Sol would set and rise,
And e'er he was consulted would advise ;

So justly form'd his geographic plan,
He plac'd Barbadoes in the Isle of Man,
A continent he clearly prov'd a neck,

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That too much learning turn'd the sage's brain
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His faithful ring told time thro' half the year;
His diary appris'd them of the fairs;

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Next to the parish quack in fame was he
Next to the clerk in rev'rence and degree.

For agues, tooth-aches, epilepsis, hips,
So potent his arcanums and recips.

That hov'ring dæmons he completely shock'd,
And old Pandora's box for ever lock'd :
So great his skill and variously display'd,
The world pronounc'd him Jack of ev'ry "Trade.
With fertile genius-quick invention blest,
Not Auburn's pedant half his fame possest.
But what avails each flatt'ring plan he drew?
Was it for nought on Fancy's wing he flew ?
Was it for nought the rustic scenes he sung? d
When sweet discordance trickled from his tongue.
Soft as the murmurs of meand'ring Tweed,
When highland bagpipes drown the Doric reed:
E'en I with wonder heard his native lay,
Rehears'd his songs and, chaunted on my way;
Could one short eve account for all he writ,
And prove each strain a miracle of wit.

But chang'd the times, and chang'd the scenes we saw,
When smiles were treason, and when whips were law.
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No witcraft now his wonted fame sustains:

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THE REQUEST.

TO THE

Most Noble the Marquis of Anglesey,

&c. &c. &c.

Lucem redde nostræ dux bone patriæ, &c. &c.-HOR.

ILLUSTRIOUS VICEROY! Hero as thou art,
Accept th' effusions of an honest heart;
TO THEE CONNATIA'S humble Muse aspires,
Unequal far to what the theme requires:
Fir'd with the deeds of that resplendent name,
So eminently good-so dear to fame;

With unfeign'd joy we hail'd the glorious day,
That safely brought thee cross EBLANA'S bay:
Caress'd at sight-no sooner seen than lov'd,
Mild to all parties-by all men approv'd;
Whose WORTH, not grandeur, doth our tribute raise,
Whose innate goodness claims the public praise.
Review, my Lord, each scene that here appears,
In the wide circle of nine hundred years;"
Think what dire evils have convuls'd our State,
Like Delos toss'd amid the waves of fate;
Oh! think what charms from Liberty arise,
And deign to hear a wretched Nation's cries.

AS TITUS good-as ANTONINUS just,
Protect IERNE-yet fulfil thy trust.

Her Prince-her Guardian-her Belov'd-her All!
She calls thee now, and long she hopes to call;
In thee she joys-for thee her Poets sing,

In thee, my Lord, she views her absent King!
Hear, then, her pray'r-maintain thy heroic name,
Think Ireland's cause and England's cause the same.
As pregnant clouds by due degrees expand,
And pour down plenty o'er the smiling land;
O'er fertile fields and fragrant beds of flow'rs,
The honied dews fall in delicious show'rs.
Just so, your presence on IERNE fell,

Bade Commerce flourish, and made Art excel;
Bade morals, deeds, and philosophic zeal,
O'er persecution's iron rod prevail.

Hail, noble ANGLESEY!-so good, so great!
Fierce in the field-in civic pomp sedate:
By Nature form'd, to soar as well as shine,
Our morals, manners, and our taste refine;
Yes, form'd in ev'ry scene to awe, and please,
Blend wit with pomp, and dignity with ease :
And quell this hurricane of human storms,
That shakes a Nation, and a State deforms;
Chase Bigotry from our distracted Isle !
And o'er the land make peace and plenty smile:
Make long-lost UNION thro' the Kingdom reign,
While you her glory and her rights maintain;
Let Europe open all her friendly ports,
Where peace resides, and Briton's flag resorts;
That wE, partakers of her wealth and trade,
May boast our Faith and Loyalty repaid;
Then ev'ry worship in religion's cause,
No longer murmurs 'neath their Penal Laws;
But past'ral virtue on the plains revive,
And good example with its precepts strive