And proudly bear the beauteous maid Or if she liked not woods at Saltrum, And happy been from year to year. How changed this scene! for now, my Granville, Another match is on the anvil. And I, a widow'd dove, complain, Who's lost a lord, and gained a Mister. The Rt. Honble. George Canning. CXC. 'Tis late, and I must haste away, Then give me back the scorn of care And give me back the sportive jest Which once could midnight hours beguile; The life that bounded in my breast, And joyous youth's becoming smile : And give me back the fervid soul Which love inflamed with strange delight, When erst I sorrow'd o'er the bowl At Chloe's coy and wanton flight. 'Tis late, and I must haste away, William Lamb, Viscount Melbourne. CXCI. AN ODE TO THE EARL OF BATH. GREAT Earl of Bath, your reign is o'er, Few now aspire to your good graces, Expect to see that tribe no more, With your obedient wife retire, Think over all you've done or said, And curse the hour that you were made Unprofitably great. With vapours there, and spleen o'ercast, With sorrow and contrition: And there enjoy the thoughts that rise From frustrated ambition. There soon you'll loudly, but in vain, Such is the calm of your retreat? And I'll attend you as I've done, With now and then an ode. Sir Charles H. Williams. CXCII. THE STATESMAN. WHAT statesman, what hero, what king, Go, my muse, from this place to Japan, The great Earl of Bath is the man Who deserves to employ your whole time. But, howe'er, as the subject is nice, And perhaps you're unfurnish'd with matter, May it please you to take my advice, That you mayn't be suspected to flatter. When you touch on his Lordship's high birth, Say, we all are the sons of the earth, Proclaim him as rich as a Jew, Yet attempt not to reckon his bounties; You may say, he is married-that's trueYet speak not a word of his Countess. Leave a blank here and there in each page, To enrol the fair deeds of his youth! When you mention the acts of his age, Leave a blank for his-honour and truth. Say he made a great monarch change hands; Then enlarge on his cunning and wit, Say how he harangued at the Fountain: And a mouse was produced by a mountain. Then say how he mark'd the new year Sir Charles H. Williams. CXCIII. ADVICE TO THE MARQUIS OF ROCKINGHAM WELL may they, Wentworth, call thee young; And to a wretch be kind! Old statesmen would reverse your plan, If thus, my Lord, your heart o'erflows, You should have sent, the other day, You should be proud, and seem displeased, Your house with beggars haunted If right, their suit is granted. From pressing words of great and small What, wound my honour, break my word? Indeed, young Statesman, 'twill not do,- What from your boyish freaks can spring? And love of all the nation. David Garrick. CXCIV. PADDY'S METAMORPHOSIS. ABOUT fifty years since, in the days of our daddies, Was the region then chosen for this scheme so romantic And such the success the first colony met, That a second, soon after, set sail o'er the Atlantic. Behold them now safe at the long look'd-for shore, They had sorrow'd to lose, but would soon again meet. 66 And, hark! from the shore a glad welcome there came— Can it possibly be ?-half amazement-half doubt, ; |