By advice of their cousin Vendome ;

O Lord! cried out he,

Unto young Burgundy,

Would your brother and you were at home!

V.

While this he did say,
Without more delay

Away the young gentry fled;
Whose heels for that work,

Were much lighter than cork,

Though their hearts were as heavy as lead.

Not so did behave

VI.

Young Hanover brave,

In this bloody field I assure ye:
When his war-horse was shot
He valued it not,

But fought it on foot like a fury.

VII.

Full firmly he stood,

As became his high blood,

Which runs in his viens so blue:

For this gallant young man,

Being a-kin to QUEEN ANNE,

Did as (were she a man) she would do.

VIII.

What a racket was here,

(I think 'twas last year,)

For a little misfortune in Spain !

For by letting 'em win,

We have drawn the puts in,

To lose all they're worth this campaign.

IX.

Though Bruges and Ghent

To Monsieur we lent,

With interest they shall repay 'em ;

While Paris may sing

With her sorrowful king,

Nunc dimittis instead of Te Deum.

X.

From this dream of success,

They'll awaken, we guess,

At the sound of great Marlborough's drums:

They may think, if they will,

Of Almanza still,

We'll let Tallard out,

If he'll take t'other bout;

And much he's improved, let me tell ye,
With Nottingham ale

At every meal,

And good beef and pudding in belly.

XIII.

But as losers at play

Their dice throw away,

While the winners do still win on;

Let who will command,

Thou hadst better disband,

For, old Bully, thy doctors are gone.

THE GARDEN PLOT.

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1709.

WHEN Naboth's vineyard look'd so fine,
The king cried out, 'Would this were mine!"
And yet no reason could prevail

To bring the owner to a sale.
Jezebel saw, with haughty pride,
How Ahab grieved to be denied;
And thus accosted him with scorn:

"Shall Naboth make a monarch mourn?
A king, and weep! The ground's your own;

I'll vest the garden in the crown."

With that she hatch'd a plot, and made
Poor Naboth answer with his head:
And when his harmless blood was spilt,
The ground became his forfeit guilt.
Poor Hall, renown'd for comely hair,
Whose hands perhaps were not so fair,
Yet had a Jezebel as near;
Hall, of small scripture conversation,
Yet, howe'er Hungerford's quotation,
By some strange accident, had got
The story of this garden-plot —
Wisely foresaw he might have reason
To dread a modern bill of treason,
If Jezebel should please to want
His small addition to her grant:
Therefore resolved, in humble sort,
To begin first and make his court;
And, seeing nothing else would do,

THE VIRTUES OF SID HAMET,' THE MAGICIAN'S ROD. 1710.

THE success of this jeu d'esprit was prodigious. The allusion to Godolphin's family name, Sidney, and to his staff of office, are sufficiently obvious.

THE rod was but a harmless wand
While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
'Twas a devouring serpent grown.

Our great magician, Hamet Sid,
Reverses what the prophet did:
His rod was honest English wood,
That senseless in a corner stood,
Till, metamorphosed by his grasp,
It grew an all-devouring asp:

Would hiss, and sting, and roll, and twist,
By the mere virtue of his fist:
But, when he laid it down, as quick
Resumed the figure of a stick.

So, to her midnight feasts, the hag
Rides on a broomstick for a nag,
That, raised by magic of her breech,
O'er sea and land conveys the witch;
But with the morning dawn resumes
The peaceful state of common brooms.
They tell us something strange and odd,
About a certain magic rod,2

That, bending down its top, divines
Whene'er the soil has golden mines;
Where there are none it stands erect,
Scorning to show the least respect:
As ready was the wand of Sid
To bend where golden mines were hid:
In Scottish hills found precious ore,3
Where none e'er look'd for it before;
And by a gentle bow divined
How well a cully's purse was lined;
To a forlorn and broken rake
Stood without motion like a stake.

The rod of Hermes was renown'd
For charms above and under ground;
To sleep could mortal eyelids fix,
And drive departed souls to Styx.
That rod was a just type of Sid's,
Which o'er a British senate's lids
Could scatter opium full as well,
And drive as many souls to hell.

Sid's rod was slender, white, and tall,
Which oft he used to fish withal;
A place was fasten'd to the hook,
And many score of gudgeons took;

Earl Godolphin.

2 The virgula divina, said to be attracted by minerals.

Yet still so happy was his fate,
He caught his fish and saved his bait.
Sid's brethren of the conjuring tribe
A circle with their rod describe,
Which proves a magical redoubt
To keep mischievous spirits out.
Sid's rod was of a larger stride,
And made a circle thrice as wide,
Where spirits throng'd with hideous din,
And he stood there to take them in;
But when th' enchanted rod was broke
They vanish'd in a stinking smoke.
Achilles' sceptre was of wood,
Like Sid's, but nothing near so good;
Though down from ancestors divine
Transmitted to the hero's line;

Thence, through a long descent of kings,
Came an HEIRLOOM, as Homer sings.
Though this description looks so big,
That sceptre was a sapless twig,
Which, from the fatal day, when first
It left the forest where 'twas nursed.
As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,
Nor leaf, nor fruit, nor blossom bore.
Sid's sceptre, full of juice, did shoot
In golden boughs and golden fruit;
And he, the dragon never sleeping,
Guarded each fair Hesperian pippin.
No hobby-horse, with gorgeous top,
The dearest in Charles mather's shop,
Or glittering tinsel of may-fair,
Could with the rod of Sid compare.

Dear Sid, then why wert thou so mad
To break thy rod like naughty lad?
You should have kiss'd it in your distress,
And then returned to your mistress;
Or made it a Newmarket switch,
And not a rod for thy own breech.
But since old Sid has broken this,
His next may be a rod in

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THE RECORDER'S SPEECH TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF ORMOND, 4TH JULY, 1711;

WITH A PARODY UPON IT, WHICH IS PERHAPS BY SWIFT.

THIS city can omit no opportunity of expressing their hearty affection for her majesty's person and government; and their regard for your grace, who has the honor of representing her in this kingdom.

We retain, my lord, a grateful remembrance of the mild and just administration of the government of this kingdom by your noble ancestors; and, when we consider the share your grace had in the happy

Revolution in 1688, and the many good laws you have procured us since, particularly that for preventing the farther growth of popery, we are assured that that liberty and property, that happy constitution in church and state, to which we were restored by king William of glorious memory, will be inviolably preserved under your grace's administration. And we are persuaded that we cannot more effectually recommend ourselves to your grace's favor and protection than by assuring you that we will, to the utmost of our power, contribute to the honor and safety of her majesty's government, the maintenance of the succession in the illustrious house of Hanover, and that we shall at all times oppose the secret and open attempts of the pretender and all his abettors.

The Recorder's Speech explained by the Tories.

AN ancient metropolis, famous of late

For opposing the church and for nosing the state,

For protecting sedition and rejecting order,

Made the following speech by their mouth, the recorder:

First, to tell you the name of this place of renown,
Some still call it Dublin, but most Forster's town.

The Speech.

May it please your grace,

We cannot omit this occasion to tell

That we love the queen's person and government well;
Then next, to your grace we this compliment make,
That our worships regard you, but 'tis for her sake:
Though our mouth be a Whig, and our head a dissenter,
Yet salute you we must, 'cause you represent her:
Nor can we forget, sir, that some of your line

Did with mildness and peace in this government shine.
But of all your exploits, we'll allow but one fact,
That your grace has procured us a Popery Act.
By this you may see that the least of your actions
Does conduce still the most to our satisfactions.
And lastly, because in the year eighty-eight
You did early appear in defence of our right,
We give no other proof of your zeal to your prince;
So we freely forget all your services since.

It's then only we hope that whilst you rule o'er us
You'll tread in the steps of king William the glorious,
Whom we're always adoring, though hand over head,
For we owe him allegiance, although he be dead;
Which shows that good zeal may be founded in spleen,
Since a dead prince we worship to lessen the queen.
And as for her majesty, we will defend her
Against our hobgoblin the popish pretender.
Our valiant militia will stoutly stand by her
Against the sly Jack and the sturdy high-flier.

She is safe when thus guarded, if Providence bless her,
And Hanover's sure to be next her successor.

Thus ended the speech, but what heart would not pity