As if, to refift Bonaparté's invafion,

For aught but "well-meaning" there's
As if national confidence rested on more

any occafion!

Than the candour which charm'd-and which chous'd it

before!

As if promifes falfe, with words that are fair,

When they did for a peace-would not do for a war!
Well-meaning and candour are fent for your text,
And to thefe you are order'd to stick, in your next."
Poor Grub-street replied-" As I now know my cue,
I will give both the Doctor and Devil his due;

Leave the praife of the one-whom all the world knows,'
To fight Oppofition-and write down our foes,
And" (bowing, and pouching the half-a-crown flily)--
"When I fpeak of the other-I always mean-Hiley

* ""

MORE OF THE DOCTOR.

[From the fame.]

YE members, wherefoe'er you fit,
Ye friends to Windham, Fox, and Pitt,
Liften to the Doctor's ditty;
Low he bends before you, hoping
He may find your bowels open,
Your bowels open,

Bowels open, to foft pity!

He pleads he's not the first physician
Forc'd to play the politician;

For when Macbeth, by terror feiz'd,
Curs'd his crown's too fatal glifter,
He prayed his Doctor would mi-nifter-
Would mi-nifter-

Mi-nister to a mind difeas'd.

He next requir'd fome drug of art

To cleanfe his ftomach and his heart

Of all the "ftuff that gave offence;"

And afk'd from the empiric's power
Some rhubarb, fenna,-purge to fcour,
Purge, to fcour,

Purge, to fcour th' enemy thence!

Juft fo, your Doctor was call'd in,
Rifks all, prescribes through thick and thin;
And though you may n't approve all,
Still let him try with draught and potion,
In pity don't procure a motion,

Procure a motion,

Motion for the quack's removal.

BRODUM.

BRODUM.

DIALOGUE

BETWEEN THE IN AND EX MINISTER,
[From the Morning Poft.]

Imitation of Horace, Book III. Ode 9.
"Donec gratus eram tibi."

AN.

WHILST I but faw with your bright eyes,

You thought me virtuous, good, and wife;

Nor envied me my feeming pow'r,
Fleeting, poffefs'd but for the hour.

P-T.

Whilft I, fub rosa, play'd alone,
My counfel, votes, were all your own;
But now, all hopes of favour loft,
By pride, by int'reft, paffion, toft,
I, once fo great, my fame belie,
To ftatue, now, reduc'd am I.

AN.

Though late, mad Bonaparté bullied,
Hath he, I afk, our honour fullied?
See us, prepar'd to live or fall
With Britain's glory, one and all.

PT.

An equal zeal my bofom fires,
A Chm's blood a P--t infpires;
Ten times for England would I fall,
Nor could ten deaths great Will appal,
If, entre nous, you'd once again
Refign to me both whip and rein.

AN.

Aye, aye-I fee-your pow'r reftor'd,
You'd make your humble friend a-lord-
(St. James's gates once open'd wide,)
And in great wig* my vifage hide.

PT.

H-ll! H-ll! detected, baffled, driv'n
From poft to pillar +-votes, too, giv'n;
Support!-to fneaking cenfure chang'd:
--All, all, with Gle is arrang'd!
With him I'll rave-with him I'll vote,
To G―――le's key I'll tune my note;
With him in oppofition vie,

With him will live, with him will die.

*Alluding to the Woolfack.

The pillar on which the Right Hon. Gentleman's ftatue is to be erected.

ΤΟ

TO AN EX-MINISTER, PINING AFTER HIS

MR. EDITOR,

PLACE.

[From the British Prefs.]

The inceffant growl of the Gs, the P-s, the Ws, and their obfcure parafites and underftrappers, against the prefent Adminiftration, with no other view than to regain thofe places of emolument which they fo foully forfeited, gave birth to the following effufion.

I am, yours, &c.

THE maftiff that has tafted blood
Cannot forget the poor bull's nofe;
Delighted with the fat'ning flood,

His holders with again to clofe.
Kick'd by thy S

n from thy place,

Deep laden with the golden grain,

How couldst thou, W—, have the face
To try to fill that poft again?
Now for a tale thine ears prepare-
I think it fuits thee to a hair.

THE THIEF.

A rogue, for housebreaking and theft,
Was to the cat-o'-nine-tails left,

To work a piece of juftice on his hide;
And really Pufs, with her long claws,
Perform'd her part with much applause:

Her art was most ingeniously applied;
The nicely flowing purple ftreams
Proclaim'd the beauty of her feams:

PHILO.

In fhort, the knave receiv'd a handfome flogging;
Firm as a rock

He bore the fhock,

Afk'd not for water once-not e'en a noggin!

Soon as his punishment was paft,

His eyes upon a house he caft:

Pondering, and furveying it all over

"What!" cried the Beadle, who stood by,
"What now has fo engag'd thine eye?

The longitude art trying to difcover?"

"I'm thinking," quoth the Thief, "that with a fleight, I'd rob yon linen-draper's fhop to-night."

POLITICAL ASTRONOMY OF ENGLAND.

[From a French Paper.]

ENGLAND is a planet, as we all know, wholly fe

nos.

parated from the Earth-Toto divisos orbe Britan

She is, however, not lefs anxious to exert her influence on that point. This planet feems to contain in. its centre of gravitation, fatellites of the following defcription:

Canning. He defcribes a diurnal revolution round himself, and an annual revolution round Mr. Pitt.

is the fmalleft of all the English ftars. It requires an excellent telescope to difcover him. He is continually loft in the rays of Lord Grenville, or of Mr. Pitt.

Dundas.-He defcribes his diurnal revolution round France, and his annual round the world. It is in Scotland and in India that you may take the beft obfervation of him. He has laboured under a momentary eclipfe; but it is ftill expected that he will reappear.

Hawkesbury. A ftar of much brilliancy, but which fhines only with a borrowed light. Aftronomers have hitherto been puzzled to describe its course; it seems to be liable to continual aberrations.

Windham.-He belonged to the Burkean conftellation, which has difappeared. This is a moft eccentric meteor, and partakes of the nature of the comet. Aftronomers are ftrongly of opinion, that, if he be not clofely confined to his orbit, he must end in the deftruction of the world.

Pitt.-A ftar of the first magnitude. He turns continually round George III. from which he is repelled by a centrifugal motion. It is principally at the Stock Exchange, or St. Stephen's Chapel, that a due obfervation may be taken of him.

Fox. He is the polar ftar of England. In every ftorm and tempeft, feamen turn intuitively towards him to inquire into their latitude.

Addington.