From courtiers * burft thofe flaming ills;
And patriots, brib'd by congrefs bills,
Were ripe for revolution!

-A fpell at length a Scotch witch threw
The army, conftables all grew,

And fav'd the constitution.

Now, for more knights each county cries!
As those they have a'n't very wife,

The caufe of all our forrows;

This point Old Sarum's Pitt will touch,
Whilft young Will'-lights his father's crutch
To fire the rotten boroughs.

But left state creditors fhould fqueak,
Let Sh-lb-ne fave the state, and break

Th' ungrateful Dutch, confound them!

As reynard wife, he'll trick fuch foes, Who lur'd the fleas up to his nofe,

Then took a plunge, and drown'd them.

Fitzmaurice still fhall grace my lays,

No dupe, like North, to public praise,

* Lord Shelburne proved this beyond a poffibility of doubt in his excellent fpeech on that occafion.

Lord Mansfield's doctrine, that every foldier, by the common law of England, has a right to use his musket and bayonet for the preservation of the peace, any thing therein contained to the contrary thereof notwithstanding.

Part

Parts-honour-wit-mifcarry :

Low at his feet kneel Fox and Burke,
Whilft Dundas shakes his brazen dirk,
And flings his targe o'er Barré. *

THE HEN AND THE GOLDEN EGGS;

A FABLE; ADDRESSED TO THE MINISTER,

HAD Æfop been living, what mortal fo able
To write your Gazettes ? as he dealt much in fable
Yet tho' he is dead, he can be your adviser-

Read one of his fables, 'twill make you much wifer.
A hen, we are told,

Laid an egg that was gold

Each day to her mistress and mafter;

But the cormorant crew

Thought one egg too few,

So they figh'd that she did not lay faster.
Their hearts were form'd of minifterial steel;

They had no feeling but what hands can feel.
With fhame I must tell ye,

They ripp'd up her belly,

To rifle a mine full of ore;

But the hen being dead,

It need not be faid,

They found that she could lay no more.

Ut pictura poefis.-A print of this fpirited attack will

be fpeedily published.

The

The force of this fable, and its application,
Is felt by your Lordfhip, as well as the nation;
Neither
you nor your gang, I am fure, need be told,
That America yielded her tribute of gold.

Had you listen'd to Penn,

And fofter'd your hen,

What regular wealth would have flow'd from her

then!

But your ravenous crew,

Not content with their due,

Destroy'd the poor bird where for refuge, fhe flew. The mufe from your folly this confequence gathers : Those who murder'd the fowl, will be choak'd with the feathers. C. W.

AMERICAN EPIGRAM.

SOME mice deep intrench'd in a rich Cheshire cheese, Grimalkin long wish'd to devour ;

Secure, from their numbers, they liv'd at their ease,
And bravely defied all his power.

In vain all the day he fat watching their holes,
All his tricks and his force were in vain ;
Each effort convinc'd him the vermin had fouls,
Determin'd their cheese to maintain.

* From a Bofton news-paper, printed in October, 1775

Grimalkin,

Grimalkin, deep vers'd in political schools,
Affected the fiege to give o'er,

Suppofing the mice were fuch ignorant fools,
They would venture abroad as before.

But as he retreated, a fpirited moufe,
Whom time had bedappl'd with grey,
Cry'd, " All your fineffe we don't value a fous,
"No more to your cunning a prey :

This cheese by poffeffion we claim as our own, "Fair Freedom the claim doth approve;

Our wants are but few, and her bleffings alone "Sufficient thofe wants to remove.

No cat will we own, with ambition run mad, "For our king so move off in a trice; If we find from exper'ence, a king must be had, "That king fhall be chofe by the mice."

THE

THE SAILOR's

ADDRESS.

[To the Tune of Hearts of Oak.]

I.

COME liften, my cocks, to a brother and friend; One and all to my fong, gallant failors, attend: Sons of freedom ourselves, lets be just as we're brave, Nor America's freedom attempt to enflave.

CHORU S..

Firm as oak are our hearts, when true glory depends; Steady boys, steady,

We will always be ready,

To fight all our foes, not to murder our friends.

II.

True glory can ne'er in this quarrel be won ;
If New England we conquer, Old England's undone ;
On our brethren then why attempt to fix chains?
For the blood of Great Britain flows warm in their
veins.

Firm as oak, &c.

CHORUS.

III.

Shall courtiers' fine fpeeches prevail to divide
Our affections from thofe who have fought by our fide;
And who often have join'd us to fink in the main,
The proud-boafting navies of France and of Spain ?

Firm as oak, &c.

CHORUS.

IV. For