III. When lawless mobs infult the court, That man fhall be my toast, If breaking windows be the sport, IV. But oh! for him my fancy culls Who conftitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. V. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure them, Who fay the mob are mad outright, And that a rope muft cure them. VI. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such ftrings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad? Then farewell British freedom. ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. OH, fond attempt to give a deathlefs lot So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN I. BETWEEN Nofe and Eyes a strange contest arose, II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause III. In behalf of the Nofe it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find That the Nofe has had fpectacles always in wear, Which amounts to poffeffion time out of mind. IV. Then holding the spectacles up to the court- V. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning, the court will never condemn, That the fpectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nofe was as plainly intended for them. VII. Then shifting his fide, (as a lawyer knows how) But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wife, VIII. So his lordfhip decreed with a grave folemn tone, Decifive and clear, without one if or butThat, whenever the Nofe put his spectacles on, By day-light or candle-light-Eyes should be shut! BURNING LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. 255 ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780. I. So then the Vandals of our isle, Sworn foes to fenfe and law, Have burnt to duft a nobler pile Than ever Roman faw! II. And MURRAY fighs over Pope and Swift, The well-judged purchase and the gift, That graced his lettered ftore. III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The lofs was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. |