Commerce thriving!
Arts reviving!
Grandeur growing!
Plenty flowing!
Peace and pleasure

Without measure!

Thefe are the glories of the day!
There are marks of George's fway!
RECITATIVE.

Thee, furely, gracious Heav'n defign'd
To make a chofen people bleft;
And fent thee forth for human-kind,
To give the weary'd nations reft!
SONG.

Britain's great fupport and grace!
Europe's only pledge of peace!
(Wealth in golden currents flowing!
Conqueft all her laurels firewing!)
Wrongs redreffing!

Ev'ry bleffing

On the happy realms bestowing!
RECITATIVE.

May Heav'n that glorious life maintain
Long, mighty Prince, for Europe's peace!
And all the virtues of thy reign

Survive thee in thy Royal race.

DUETTO.

May each returning season shed
New glory, wealth,

New joy, new health,

New bleffings on thy facred head!
CHORUS.

Conqueft ftill thy toils rewarding!
Ev'ry Mufe thy deeds recording!
That remoteft times may know,

What to Heav'n and thee we owe.

On the departure for England of her Serene Highness the Princefs CHARLOTTE of Mecklenburg Strelitz, betrothed to his Britannic Majefty.

An ODE, tranflated from the German of Mrs. Karfch*, or Durbach. POLLO, in yon azure fkies,

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His radiant car delays,

And ftoops, with pleafure and furprise,

On Britain's queen to gaze.

*For an account of this celebrated German poetefs, fee this vol. p. 42. The above is the firft fpecimen of her works that has yet appeared in Englifh verfe.

Elbe's

Elbe's banks are crowded, while his flood

With thips is cover'd o'er;

She, with a look benign and good,

Departing, views the shore.

Her fmiles, whene'er the paffes by,
Amidft our grief impart
Delight to each admiring eye,
And rapture to each heart.

With gold the burnish'd galley glow'd,
All gorgeous to the view,
Which Egypt's queen down Cydnus row'd,
The Roman to fubdue.

Yet the, tho' fair, deferv'd far less
The homage of mankind;
Humanity and nature dress

Our Charlotte's fairer mind.

Her gallant navy thro' the main
Now cleaves its liquid way:
There to their queen a chofen train
Of nymphs due rev'rence pay.

Europa, when convey'd by Jove
To Crete's diftinguish'd fhore,
Greater attention fcarce could prove,
Or be respected more.

Around are sportive dolphins feen,

And wondering Neptune cries, "She rivals Pallas in her mien, "And Juno in her eyes."

The billows murmur hymns of praise, Their fhells the Tritons found, "How must the fceptre which fhe sways "(They fing) with blifs be crown'd!"

Th' Almighty ruler of the sphere

Reftrains each boift'rous wind;

The fky, the furges, all appear
Unruffled, like her mind.

Germania's wifh, Germania's prayer,
Borne by propitious gales,
To England's coafts her way prepare,
And speed her flying fails.

On the death of Prince HENRY of Brunswick, killed in Weftphalia, July 20, 1761.

An ODE, tranflated from the German of the fame Lady.

Thus, by a fkilful workman's aim,
Late tow'ring to the sky,

A cedar falls; defign'd to frame
An idol-deity.

Which foon the worship of mankind,

And incenfe, fhall receive:

My hero thus in every mind
Immortaliz'd fhall live.

Dauntless, as when he charg'd his foes
Embattled in the field,

He view'd that tyrant, to whofe blows
Youth, valour, virtue yield.

With a victorious laurel crown,
Fresh blooming on his head,
Grac'd with a warrior's best renown,
He for his country bled.

Should any mortal now enjoy
Old Mofchus' vocal string,
Let him its fweeteft notes employ,
Young Henry's death to fing:

And on his tomb this folemn truth,
Confefs'd by all, declare,

His God he fought in early youth,
"Though like Adonis fair."

Epigram on Mr. HARLEY being fabbed by GUISCARD.

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Written by Bishop ATTERBURY.

EVOTUM ut cordi fenfit fub pectore ferrum
Immoto Harlæus faucius ore ftetit;

Dum tamen huic lætà gratatur voce Senatus,
Confufus fubitò pallor in ore ftetit ;

O pudor! O virtus! partes quam dignus utrafque
Suftinuit, vultu difpare, laude pari.

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To any Minifter or great Man.

Hether you lead the patriot band,
Or in the class of courtiers ftand,
Or prudently prefer

The middle course, with equal zeal
To ferve both king and common weal,
Your grace, my lord, or fir!
Know, minifter! whate'er your plan,
Whate'er your politics, great man,
You must expect detraction;
Though of clean hand and honeft heart,
Your greatness muft expect to smart
Beneath the rod of faction.

Like blockheads, eager in difpute,
The mob, that many headed brute,
All bark and bawl together,

For continental measures fome,

And fome cry, Keep your troops at home,'
And fome are pleas'd with neither,

Lo! a militia guards the land;
Thousands applaud your faving hand,
And hail you their protector:
While thousands cenfure and defame,
And brand you with the hideous name
Of ftate-quack or projector,
Are active, vig'rous means preferr'd?
Lord! what harangues are hourly heard
Of wafted blood and treasure?
Then all for enterprize and plot,
And, Pox o'this unmeaning Scot!'
If cautious be your measure.
Corruption's influence you despise;
Thefe lift your glory to the skies,
Thofe pluck your glory down;
So ftrangely diff'rent is the note
Of fcoundrels that have right to vote,
And fcoundrels that have none.

Ye then, who guide the car of fiate,
Scoring the rabble's idle prate,
Proceed as ye defign'd;"

In rugged was, the reins and fleeds
Alone the kilful driver heeds,

Nor fays to cut behind,

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