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Poetry.
THE ENTAIL . A FABLE . TBy the late Earl of Orfori . ] IN a fair summer ' s radiant morn , A Butterflydivinely born
, , Whoselinepge dated from the mud Of . Noah's or Deucalion's flood , Long hov ' ring round a pcrfum'd lawn , By various gusts of odour drawn , At last establish'd his repose On the rich bosom of a Rose . The palace pleas'd the lordly guest : What insect own'd a prouder nest ?
The dewy leaves luxurious shed Their balmy essence o'erhis head , ' And with their silken tap ' stry fold His limbs en . hron'cfdn central gold . He thinks the thorns embattled round To guard his castle ' s lovely mound , And all the bushes wide domain Subservient to his fancied reign .
Such ample blessings swcll'd the fly ! Yet , in his mind ' s capacious eye , Heroll'd the change of mortal things—The common fate , of flies and kings ! With grief lie saw how lands and honours Are apt to slide to various owners ; ¦ Where MowbraysdweltnowGrocersdwell , And how Cits buy what Barons sell !
' Great Phcebus , Patriarch of my line , Avert such shame from sons of thine . To them confirm these roofs ! ' he said ; And then he swore an oath , so dread The stoutest wasp that wears a sword Had trembled lo have heard the word :- — ' If law can rivet down Entails , These manors ne ' er shall pass to snails , I swear ;' , and . hen he smote his ermine' These tow ' rs were never built for vermin !'
A Caterpillar grovell'd near , A subile , slow Conveyancer , Who summon'd , waddles with his quill To draw the haughty insect ' s will . : None but his heirs must own the spot , Begotten , or to be begot : — Each leaf he binds , each bud he tics To eggs of eggs of Butterflies .
When lo , ( how Fortune loves to tease Those who would dictate her decrees !) A wanton boy was passing by : — The wan . on child beheld the fly , ¦ A nd eager ran to seize the prey ; But two impe . uous in his play , Crush'd ihe proud tenant of an hour , And swept away the mansion flow '' r !
THE AGE OF REASON . ——FRENCH Liberty ' s a farce : [ players ; Like Collot d'Herbois , all her- sons are All have their exits and their entrances . France , in her time , in Vice and Folly ' s drama ,
Hath play'd seven acts . First , Philosophic Ii . fants , Nurs'd by Voltaire , and mewl ing for reform : Then Tiers ' Etat ; with scraps of Kights of Man , ' _ And from rebellious , with monarchic pow ' r Unwillingly combin'd . Then Citizens , Frantic as Hell ; wi . hmanv a fete and hymn To strumpet goddesses . Then Jacobins
, Full of strange projects , bloodyas the pard , Jealous of neigiib'ring nations , quick in quarrel , . Seeking the bubble , dear Equality , Even ih ihe cannon ' s mouth . Then Reticules , ' [ blood ; In full convention drench'd with Louis ' With red-cap . heads , or heads cut oil' sar . i
form , Full of old Rome and modern guillotine : And so they play their parts . The sixth age shifts Into a lean half-famish'd horde of slaves ; Five knaves their King , their pouches cramm'd with mandates , Their youthful constitution far too free For their shrunk souls ; and the big voice
of freedom . Turning to childish adulation , courts A proud Directory . Last scene of all , That ends thisstrange , eventful revolution , Is barbarous Anarchy , mere savage life , Sans trade , sans laws , sans God , sans every thing . H .
LINES SENT WITH A SHILLING , To a Voluntary Contribution in aid of Govern * . meat at IVeUb Fool , Montgomeryshire . Go forth , my mite ! and join the heap
Thai Loyally bestows : Go guard our coasts , go rule the deep , Aiid thunder on our foes . Be not abash'd , resign thy fear , Tho' weak and small thou arl ; 'Twas honest Labour brought thee here , And Freedom bids thee part . Then go—and when amidst the train
Of ghtt ' ring thousands prest ; Should some proud guinea look disdain , Be thus thy speech addrest : — ' Tho' from no golden heap . I came , . Nor boast a purse-proud owner ; A sterling shilling is my name , And loyal is my donor . ' His debtswhen paidhe found me o ' er ,
, , And gave ine will , good will ; Oft wish'd me gold—or what is more—But equal to his zeal . ' I see your noble heart beats high , And pants in every airing : Then on will , energy , and cry , ' Britannia , ana her King ! '
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
THE ENTAIL . A FABLE . TBy the late Earl of Orfori . ] IN a fair summer ' s radiant morn , A Butterflydivinely born
, , Whoselinepge dated from the mud Of . Noah's or Deucalion's flood , Long hov ' ring round a pcrfum'd lawn , By various gusts of odour drawn , At last establish'd his repose On the rich bosom of a Rose . The palace pleas'd the lordly guest : What insect own'd a prouder nest ?
The dewy leaves luxurious shed Their balmy essence o'erhis head , ' And with their silken tap ' stry fold His limbs en . hron'cfdn central gold . He thinks the thorns embattled round To guard his castle ' s lovely mound , And all the bushes wide domain Subservient to his fancied reign .
Such ample blessings swcll'd the fly ! Yet , in his mind ' s capacious eye , Heroll'd the change of mortal things—The common fate , of flies and kings ! With grief lie saw how lands and honours Are apt to slide to various owners ; ¦ Where MowbraysdweltnowGrocersdwell , And how Cits buy what Barons sell !
' Great Phcebus , Patriarch of my line , Avert such shame from sons of thine . To them confirm these roofs ! ' he said ; And then he swore an oath , so dread The stoutest wasp that wears a sword Had trembled lo have heard the word :- — ' If law can rivet down Entails , These manors ne ' er shall pass to snails , I swear ;' , and . hen he smote his ermine' These tow ' rs were never built for vermin !'
A Caterpillar grovell'd near , A subile , slow Conveyancer , Who summon'd , waddles with his quill To draw the haughty insect ' s will . : None but his heirs must own the spot , Begotten , or to be begot : — Each leaf he binds , each bud he tics To eggs of eggs of Butterflies .
When lo , ( how Fortune loves to tease Those who would dictate her decrees !) A wanton boy was passing by : — The wan . on child beheld the fly , ¦ A nd eager ran to seize the prey ; But two impe . uous in his play , Crush'd ihe proud tenant of an hour , And swept away the mansion flow '' r !
THE AGE OF REASON . ——FRENCH Liberty ' s a farce : [ players ; Like Collot d'Herbois , all her- sons are All have their exits and their entrances . France , in her time , in Vice and Folly ' s drama ,
Hath play'd seven acts . First , Philosophic Ii . fants , Nurs'd by Voltaire , and mewl ing for reform : Then Tiers ' Etat ; with scraps of Kights of Man , ' _ And from rebellious , with monarchic pow ' r Unwillingly combin'd . Then Citizens , Frantic as Hell ; wi . hmanv a fete and hymn To strumpet goddesses . Then Jacobins
, Full of strange projects , bloodyas the pard , Jealous of neigiib'ring nations , quick in quarrel , . Seeking the bubble , dear Equality , Even ih ihe cannon ' s mouth . Then Reticules , ' [ blood ; In full convention drench'd with Louis ' With red-cap . heads , or heads cut oil' sar . i
form , Full of old Rome and modern guillotine : And so they play their parts . The sixth age shifts Into a lean half-famish'd horde of slaves ; Five knaves their King , their pouches cramm'd with mandates , Their youthful constitution far too free For their shrunk souls ; and the big voice
of freedom . Turning to childish adulation , courts A proud Directory . Last scene of all , That ends thisstrange , eventful revolution , Is barbarous Anarchy , mere savage life , Sans trade , sans laws , sans God , sans every thing . H .
LINES SENT WITH A SHILLING , To a Voluntary Contribution in aid of Govern * . meat at IVeUb Fool , Montgomeryshire . Go forth , my mite ! and join the heap
Thai Loyally bestows : Go guard our coasts , go rule the deep , Aiid thunder on our foes . Be not abash'd , resign thy fear , Tho' weak and small thou arl ; 'Twas honest Labour brought thee here , And Freedom bids thee part . Then go—and when amidst the train
Of ghtt ' ring thousands prest ; Should some proud guinea look disdain , Be thus thy speech addrest : — ' Tho' from no golden heap . I came , . Nor boast a purse-proud owner ; A sterling shilling is my name , And loyal is my donor . ' His debtswhen paidhe found me o ' er ,
, , And gave ine will , good will ; Oft wish'd me gold—or what is more—But equal to his zeal . ' I see your noble heart beats high , And pants in every airing : Then on will , energy , and cry , ' Britannia , ana her King ! '