As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Design'd to fit close to it, just like a saddle.

Again, would your lordship a moment suppose ('Tis a cafe that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then?

On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,

And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.

Then shifting his fide (as a lawyer knows how),
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes:
But what were his arguments few people know,
For the court did not think they were equally
wife.

So his lordship decreed with a grave folemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut!

ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD

THURLOW, ESQ.

To the Lord High Chancellorship of England.

R

OUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,

Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,
And Genius fhed his rays.

See! with united wonder cried
The experienced and the fage,
Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the skill of age!

Difcernment, eloquence, and

Proclaim him born to fway

grace

The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.

The praise bestow'd was just and wife;

He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conqueft, where the prize Attends fuperior worth.

So the best courfer on the plain yet he ftarts is known,

Ere

And does but at the goal obtain
What all had deem'd his own.

ODE TO PEACE.

SOME, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return and make thy downy neft

Once more in this fad heart:

Nor riches I nor power pursue,

Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From avarice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! doft thou

prepare

The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy fmiles?

The great, the gay, shall they partake

The heaven that thou alone canft make?
And wilt thou quit the stream

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove, and the fequefter'd shed,
To be a guest with them?

For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly facrificed

Whate'er I loved before;
And shall I fee thee ftart away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say-
Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

EAK and irrefolute is man;
The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

The bow well bent, and fmart the spring,
Vice feems already slain;
But Paffion rudely fnaps the ftring,

And it revives again.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his affent,

But Pleasure wins his heart.

'Tis here the folly of the wife
Through all his art we view;
And while his tongue the charge denies,
His confcience owns it true.

Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,
A ftranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trufts his own.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the diftant coast;

The breath of heaven muft fwell the fail, Or all the toil is loft.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

EBELLION is theme all day;

my

I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may ?)

A little nearer home.

Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other fide the Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,
But most fo when moft frantic.

When lawless mobs infult the court,
That man shall be my toast,
If breaking windows be the fport,
Who bravely breaks the most.

But O! for him my fancy culls
The choiceft flowers fhe bears,

Who constitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

Such civil broils are my delight,

Though fome folks can't endure 'em,

Who say the mob are mad outright,
And that a rope must cure 'em.

A rope! I wish we patriots had
Such ftrings for all who need 'em
What! hang a man for going mad!
Then farewell British freedom.