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MR. GARRICK'S

ANSWER.

As late at Comus' court I sat, (Observe me well, I mean not that Where ribaldry in triumph sits, Delighting lords, and 'squires, and cits; But there, where mirth and taste combine, And Rigby gives more wit than wine) Suspended for a while the joke, With rapture of your muse we spoke; But all blam'd me, cry'd out, oh! fye ! What! send to verse a prose reply? My friend, the Colonel, made the attack, And wicked Calvert clapp'd his back. Nay, Pottinger, tho' low in feather, And somewhat ruffled by the weather, Would peck and crow; and Madam Hale Flew at my manners tooth and nail. What ! send to Anstey such dull stuff? 'Twas modesty, dear Hale; don't huff. Cou'd I but rhyme as much as you, And think that much as charming too,

I'd write, and write again; I care not ;
But, as I feel, indeed I dare not,
Then Cox let loose his silver tongue ;
od-nit, David, you are wrong:
While independent Plummer cry'd,
He'd not vote plump on either side.
E’en Boon, who ne'er inclines to satire,
With modest sense and much good nature,
Cou'd not but say there was some blame,
And sweet Eliza blush'd the same.
My wife look'd grave, but made it known
The right to vex me was her own.
Our landlord shook his sides and shoulders,
Both at the scolded and the scolders :
For that to him is always best,
Which raises and supports the jest.
No baited bear was e'er so worry'd ;
I took my hat, and home I hurry'd,
Resolv'd, as well as I was able,
To ask your pardon in a Fable;
The best excuse my prudence knows,
For answ'ring your choice verse in prosè.

A monkey of the sprightly kind
Could mock and mimic half mankind :
Cou'd twist him to a thousand shapes;
In short, a perfect jackanapes.
At once our mimic Pug display'd

His talents in the summer shade,
Vol. VI.

K

By chance a nightingale was there,
Well pleas'd the farce to see and hear.
His joy began his notes to raise ;
He warbled forth the monkey's praise.
Pug, too much latter'd, thought it wrong,
Not to return his thanks in

song ;
And such a fit of squalling took him,
Beasts, birds, and nightingale forsook him.
An owl, who in a hole was dreaming,
Was rais'd at once with all this screaming ;
Who-o-hoo! hoo! neighbour, curse your clatter!
Zounds! are you murder’d,? what's the matter?
The monkey to his senses brought,
And must'ring what he had of thought,
Told to the owl his silly tale,
How he had scar'd the nightingale.
Grave Madge began to roll her eyes,
And being what she seem'd, most wise,
Thus spoke-Thou empty-headed thing,
Skip, grin, and chatter-never sing ;
Wou'd you, without a voice, or ear,
Tune up, when Philomel is near ?
Nature her pleasure has made known,
That nightingales shou'd sing alone,

TO

COLONEL CLIVE,

[Afterwards Lord, ]

ON HIS ARRIVAL IN ENGLAND.

BY JOHN DUNCOMBE, M.A.

Great as from Porus' conquest, Philip's son,
Glorious as Cortez from new Indies won,
Midst trumpets loud acclaim, and cannons roar,
Welcome, illustrious Clive, to Britain's shore.
From eastern dawning, swift as Phoebus' rays,
We now behold thy full meridian blaze.
Proud of that chief, at whose impetuous course
Old Ganges trembled to his distant source;
Who, like fam'd Warwick, master of the crown,
On loftiest Nahobs look'd superior down,
And made the fierce Mogul, with conscious fear,
Startle, and deem a second Nadir near.
To thee her safety twice Bengalia owes,
Alike from Indian, and Batavian fues ;
Hence in no dungeon now her sons remain,
Nor of a new Amboyna’s fate complain!

And see! with wreaths by glorious toils acquir'd,
Kind Heaven rewards the genius it inspir’d;
Bestows thee all thy fondest wish could claim,
Unenvied fortune, and unspotted fame;
Thy aged sire's embrace, thy sovereign's praise,
And from a stranger-muse unpurchas'd lays.

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