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In life's last stage, (O blessings rarely found!) Pleasant as youth with all its blossoms crown'd; Through every period of this changeful state Unchanged thyself-wise, good, affectionate!
Marble may flatter, and lest this should seem O'ercharged with praises on so dear a theme, Although thy worth be more than half supprest, Love shall be satisfied, and veil the rest.
ON THE QUEEN'S VISIT TO LONDON. THE NIGHT OF THE SEVENTEENTH OF MARCH,1789. WHEN, long sequester'd from his throne, George took his seat again,
By right of worth, not blood alone,
Then loyalty, with all his lamps
New trimm'd, a gallant show! Chasing the darkness and the damps, Set London in a glow.
"Twas hard to tell, of streets or squares
Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
To hang their momentary fires
So, fire with water to compare,
Had all the pageants of the world
And all the banners been unfurl'd
For no such sight had England's queen Forsaken her retreat,
Where George, recover'd, made a scene Sweet always, doubly sweet.
Yet glad she came that night to prove, A witness undescried,
How much the object of her love
Darkness the skies had mantled o'er
In aid of her design
Darkness, O Queen! ne'er call'd before To veil a deed of thine!
On borrow'd wheels away she flies,
And gratify no curious eyes
And hears the million hum;
Had known their sovereign come. Pleased she beheld, aloft portray'd On many a splendid wall, Emblems of health and heavenly aid, And George the theme of all.
Unlike the enigmatic line,
Which shook Belshazzar at his wine
Soon watery grew her eyes and dim,
None else, except in prayer for him,
It was a scene in every part
But other magic there, she knew,
To raise such wonders in her view,
That cordial thought her spirit cheer'd, And, through the cumbrous throng, Not else unworthy to be fear'd, Convey'd her calm along.
So, ancient poets say, serene
With more than astronomic eyes
She view'd the sparkling show; One Georgian star adorns the skies, She myriads found below.
Yet let the glories of a night
THE COCK-FIGHTER'S GARLAND.*
MUSE-hide his name of whom I sing,
Nor speak the school from which he drew
Nor place where he was born.
That such a man once was, may seem
Perchance may credit win)
For proof to man, what man may prove,
This man (for since the howling wild
*Written on reading the following in the obituary of the Gentleman's Magazine for April, 1789.-" At Tottenham, John Ardesoif, Esq., a young man of large fortune, and in the splendor of his carriages and horses rivalled by few country gentlemen. His table was that of hospitality, where, it may be said, he sacrificed too much to conviviality; but, if he had his foibles he had his merits also, that far outweighed them. Mr. A. was very fond of cock-fighting, and had a favorite cock, upon which he had won many profitable matches. The last bet he laid upon this cock he lost; which so enraged him, that he had the bird tied to a spit and roasted alive before a large fire. The screams of the miserable animal were so affecting, that some gentlemen who were present attempted to interfere, which so enraged Mr. A., that he seized a poker, and with the most furious vehemence declared, that he would kill the first man who interposed; but, in the midst of his passionate asseverations, he fell down dead upon the spot. Such, we are assured, were the circumstances which attended the death of this great pillar of humanity."
Gentle he was, if gentle birth
Could make him such, and he had worth, If wealth can worth bestow.
In social talk and ready jest,
And qualities of mind,
Possess'd of every kind.
Methinks I see him powder'd red,
Can such be cruel? Such can be
With barbarous sports, whose fell delight
One feather'd champion he possess'd,
It chanced at last, when on a day,
He doom'd his favorite dead.