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REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come
A little nearer home.
II. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
I always held them in the right,
IV. But O! for him my fancy culls The choicest flowers she bears,
VI. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'em—
What! hang a man for going mad!Then farewell British freedom.
ON OBSERVING SOME
NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BR1TANNTCA.
^H, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot!
Jn rain, recorded in historic page, They court the notice of a future age: Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land Drop one by one from Fame's neglecting hand;
Lethean gulfs receive them as they fall, And dark oblivion soon absorbs them all.
So when a child, as playful children use, Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news, 'The flame extinct, he views the roving fireThere goes my lady, and there goes the squire, There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk!
OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, The spectacles set them unhappily wrong: The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
(Tis a case 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 thenf
3n the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn,
Thatthe spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how),
-it what were his arguments few people know,
» bis lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but— .'*£, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By daylight or candlelight—Eyes should be shut! ON THE BURNING 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,
And MURRAY sighs o'er Pope and Swift,
And many a treasure more,
The loss was his alone;