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260 ON LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY,
OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER
WITH HIS MSS.
By the Mob, in the Month of June, 1780. So then—the Vandals of our isle,
Sworn foes to sense and law, Have burn'd to dust a nobler pile
Than ever Roman saw!
And Murray sighs o’er Pope and Swift,
And many a treasure more,
That graced his letter'd store.
The loss was his alone;
The burning of his own.
ON THE SAME.
WHEN Wit and Genius meet their doom
In all-devouring flame,
And bid us fear the same.
O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept,
They felt the rude alarm,
His sacred head from harm.
From Flora's balmy store,
before. The lawless herd, with fury blind,
Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone—but still we find
The honey on his tongue.
ON THE PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
The experienced and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the skill of age! Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise;
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own,
HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN:
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED,
AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.
John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen,
And we will then repair
All in a chaise and pair.
Myself and children three,
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear,
O’erjoy'd was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
But yet was not allow'd
that she was proud: So three doors off the chaise was stay’d,
Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Were never folk so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
Seized fast the flowing mane, And
up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
Although it grieved him sore,
Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
The wine is left behind !
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise.
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.