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Pelham! 'tis thine with temp'rate zeal
To guard Britannia's public weal,

Attack'd on every part:
Her fatal discords to compose,
Unite her friends, disarm her foes,
Demands thy head and heart.

When bold Rebellion shook the land,
Ere yet from William's dauntless hand

Her barbarous army fled;
When valour droop'd, and Wisdom fear'd,
Thy voice expiring Credit heard,
And rais'd her languid head.

Now by thiy strong affisting hand,
Fix'd on a rock I see her stand,

Against whose folid feet,
In vain, through every future age,
The loudest, most tempestuous rage
Of angry war Mall beat.

And grieve not if the sons of Strife,
Attempt to cloud thy spotlefs life,

And Thade its brightest fcenes ;
Wretches, by kindness unsubdu'd,
Who fee, who share the common good,
Yet cavil at the means.

Like these, the metaphysic crew,
Proud to be singular and new,

Think all they fee deceit ;
Are warm'd and cherith'd by the day,
Feel and enjoy the heav'nly ray,

Yet doubt of light and heat.

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A smiling mask her features veild,
Her form the patriot's robe conceal'd;
With study'd blandishments the bow'd,
And drew the captivated crowd.
The next in place, and on the right,
Sat Ervy, hideous to the sight;
Her snaky locks, her hollow eyes,
And haggard form forbad disguise ;
Pale discontent and fullen hate
Upon her wrinkled forehead sat;
Her left-hand, clench'd, her cheek sustain'de
Her right (with many a murder stain'd)
A dagger clutch'd, in act to strike,
With starts of rage, and aim oblique.

Last on the left was Clamour seen,
Of stature vast, and horrid mien;
With bloated cheeks, and, frartic eyes,
She sent her yellings to the skies;
Prepar'd with trumpet in her hand,
To blow fedition o'er the land.

With these, four more of lesser fame,
And humbler rank, attendant came;
Hypocrisy with smiling grace,
And Impudence with brazen face,
Contention bold, with iron lungs,
And Slander with her hundred tongues.

The walls in sculptur'd tale were rich,
And statues proud (in many a nich)
Of chiefs, who fought in Faction's cause,
And perish'd for contempt of laws.
The roof in vary'd light and shade,
The seat of Anarchy display'd.
Triumphant o'er a falling throne
(By emblematic figures known)
Confusion rag'd, and Luít obscene,
And Riot with distemper'd mien,
And Outrage bold, and Mischief dire,
And Devastation clad in fire.
Prone on the ground a martial maid
Expiring lay, and groan'd for aid:
Her Thield with many a stab was piercd,
Her laurels torn, her spear revers'd;
And near her, crouch'd amidst the fpoils,
A lion panted in the toils.

With look compos'd the pris'ner stood,
And modeft pride. By turns he view'd
The court, the counsel, and the crowd,
And with submissive rev'rence bow'd.

Proceed we now, in humbler strains,
And lighter rhymes, with what remains.

Th'indictment grievously set forth,
That Selim, loft to patriot worth,
(In company with one Will Pict*,
And many more, not taken yet)
In Forty-five, the royal palacet
Did enter, and to shame grown callous,
Did then and there his faith forsake,
And did accept, receive, and take,
With mischievous intent and base,
Value unknown, a certain place.

He was a second time indicted,
For that, by evil zeal excited,
With learning more than layman's snare,
(Which parsons want, and he might (pare)

• Afterwards Earl of Chatham.

† Mr. Lyttelton was appointed a Lord of the Treasury 25th Dec. 1744.

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HE court was met; the pris'ner brought;

The counsel with instructions fraught;
And evidence prepar'd at large,
On oath, to vindicate the charge.

But first 'tis meet, where form denies
Poetic helps of fancy'd lies,
Gay metaphors, and figures fine,
And fimilies to deck the line;
'Tis meet (as we before have faid)
To call description to our aid.

Begin we then (as first 'tis fitting)
With the three Chiefs in judgment îtring.

Above the rest, and in the chair,
Sat Faction with diffembled air;
Her tongue was skill'd in fpecious lies,
And murmurs, whence difíentions rise;

*George Lyttelton, Esq. afterwards Lord Lyttelton. The Persian Letters of this nobleman were written under the character of Selim, which occafioned Mr. Moore to give him the same name in this poem.


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In Letter to one Gilbert West, *

And all this zeal to re-instate He, the said Selim, did attest,

Exploded notions, out of date ; Maintain, support, and make assertion

Sending old rakes to church in shoals, Of certain points, from Paui's conversion,

Like children, sniv’ling for their souls; By means whereof the said apostle

And ladies gay, from smut and libels, Did many an unbeliever jontle,

To learn beliefs, and read their bibles ; Starting unfashionable fancies,

Erecting conscience for a tutor, And building truths on known romances.

To damn the present by the future : A third charge ran, that knowing well

As if to evils known and real Wits only eat as pamphlets sell,

'Twas needful to annex ideal ; He, the said Selim, notwithstanding,

When all of human life we know Did fall to answ'ring, Thaming, branding

Is care, and bitterness, and woe, Three curious Letters to the Whigs ti

With Thort transitions of delight, Making no reader care three figs

To set the shatter'd fpirits right. For any facts contain'd therein ;

Then wliy such mighty pains and care, By which uncharitable sin

To make us humbler than we are ? An author, modest and deserving,

Forbidding short-liv'd mirth and laughter, Was destin'd to contempt and starving ;

By fears of what may come hereafter ? Against the king, his crown and peace,

Better in ignorance to dwell; And all the statutes in that case.

None fear, but who believe a hell ; The pleader rose with brief full charg'de.

And if there should be one, no doubt, And on the pris'ner's crimes enlarg'da

Men of themselves would find it out. But not to damp the Muse's fire

But Selim's crimes, he faid, went further, With rhet'ric, such as courts require,

And barely stopp'd on this side murther; We'll try to keep the reader warm,

One yet remain'd to close the charge, And fift the matter from the form.

To which (with leave) he'd speak at large, Virtue and social love, he said,

And, first, 'twas needful to premite, And honour from the land were filed ;

That though so long (for reasons wise) That patriots now, like other folks,

The press inviolate had stood, Were made the but of vulgar jokes ;

Productive of the public good; While Opposition dropp'd her crest,

Yet still, too modeft to abuse, And courted pow'r for wealth and rest.

It rail'd at vice, but told not whose. Why fome folks laugh’d, and some folks rail'd, That great improvements, of late days, Why some submitted, some affail'd,

Were made, to many an author's praise, Angy or pleas'd-all solv'd the doubt

Who, not so scrupulously nice, With who were in, and who were out.

Proclaim'd the person with the vice; The sons of Clamour grew so fickly,

Or gave, where vices might be wanted, They look'd for dissolution quickly ;

The name, and took the rest for granted. Their Weekly Journals, finely written,

Upon this plan, a Champion * rose, Were sunk in privies all besh-n;

Unrighteous greatness to oppose, Old-England I, and the London-Evening,

Proving the man "inventus non est," Hardly a soul was found believing in;

Who trades in pow'r, and still is honest; And Caleb ll, once so bold and strong,

And (God be prais'd) he did it roundly, Was stupid now, and always wrong.

Flogging a certain junto foundly. Alk ye whence rose this foul disgrace?

But chief his anger was directed, Why Selim has receiv'd a place,

Where people least of all suspected ; And thereby brought the cause to shame;

And Selim, not so strong as tall, Proving that People, void of blame,

Beneath his grasp appear'd to fall. Might serve their country and their king,

But Innocence (as people say) By making both the self-fame thing:

Stood by, and sav'd him in the fray. By which the credulous believ'd,

By her affifted, and one Truth, And others (by strange arts deceiv’d)

A busy, prating, forward youth, That Ministers were sometimes right,

He rally'd all his strength anew, And meant not to destroy us quite.

And at the foe a Letter threwt: That bart'ring thus in ftate affairs,

His weakest part the weapon found, He next must deal in sacred wares,

And brought him senseless to the ground. The clergy's rights divine invade,

Hence Opportion fled the field, And smuggle in the gospel-trade ;

And Ignorance with her seven-fold Thield;

And well they might, for (things weighi'd fully) * Entitled, “ Observations on the Conversion and the pris’ner with his Whore and Bully, Apostleship of St. Paul. In a Letter to Gilbert Must prove for every foe too hard, West, Esq.” Svo. 1747.

Who never fought with such a guard. † Entitled, “ Three Letters to the Whigs; occa- But Truth and Innocence, he said, fioned by the Letter to the Tories." 8vo. 1748. Would stand him here in little stead ;

| An Opposition Paper at that time published, in which Mr. Lyttelton was frequently abused.

Author of the Letters to the Whigs. I Caleb D'Anvers, the name assumed by the + Probably, “ A Congratulatory Letter to Selim writers of the Craftsman.

on the Letters to the Whigs.” Svo. 1748.

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For they had evidence on oath,

The court, he said, knew all the reft, That would appear too hard ior both.

And must proceed as they thought beft ; Of witnesses a fearful train

Only he hop'd such resignation Came next, th' indictments to sustain ;

Would plead some little mitigation ; Detraction, Hatred, and Distrust,

And if his character was clear And Party, of all foes the worst,

From other faults (and friends were near, Malice, Revenge, and Unbelief,

Who would, when call'd upon, atteft it) And Disappointment worn with grief,

He did in humbleft form request it, Dishonour foul, unaw'd by shame,

To be from punishment exempt, And every fiend that Vice can name.

And only suffer their contempt. All these in ample form depos’d,

The pris'ner's friends their claim preferr'd, Each fact the triple charge disclos’d,

In turn demanding to be heard. With taunts and gibes of bitter sort,

Integrity and Honour swore, And asking vengeance from the court.

Benevolence, and twenty more, The pris'ner said in his defence,

That he was always of their party, That he indeed had small pretence

And that they knew him firm and hearty, To foften facts so deeply sworn,

Religion, sober dame, attended, But would for his offences mourn;

And, as the could, his cause befriended. Yet more he hop'd than bare repentance

She said, 'twas since he came from college, Might still be urg'd to ward the sentence.

She knew him introduc'd by Knowledge : That he had held a place some years,

The man was modest and sincere, He own'd with penitence and tears,

Nor farther could the interfere. But took it not from motives base,

The muses begg'd to interpose ; Th'indiĉtment there mistook the care ;

But Envy with loud hiffings rose, And though he had betray'd his trust

And call'd them women of ill fame, In being to his country juft,

Liars, and prostitutes to shame; Neglecting Faction and her friends,

And said, to all the world 'twas known, He did it not for wicked ends,

Selim had had them every one. But that complaints and feuds might cease,

The pris'ner blush'd, the Muses frown'd, And jarring parties mix in peace.

When filence was proclaim'd around, That what he wrote to Gilbert West,

And Faction rising with the rest, Bore hard against him, he confess’d;

In form the pris'ner thus address’d. Yet there they wrong'd him ; for the fact is,

You, Selim, thrice have been indicted : He reason'd for Belief, not Practice;

First, that hy wicked pride excited, And People might believe, he thought,

And bent your country to disgrace, Though Practice might be deemed a fault.

You have receivid, and held a Place : He either dreamt it, or was told,

Next, Infidelity to wound, Religion was rever'd of old,

You've dar'd, with arguments profound, That it gave breeding no offence,

To drive Freethinking to a stand, And was no foe to wit and sense;

And with Religion vex the land : But whether this was truth, or whim,

And lastly in contempt of right, He would not say; the doubt with him

With horrid and unnat'ral spite, (And no great harm he hop'd) was, how

You have an Author's fame o'erthrown, Th’enlightend world would take it now:

Thereby to build and fence your own. If they admitted it, 'twas well;

These crimes successive, on your trial, If not, he never talk'd of hell;

Have met with proofs beyond denial ; Nor even hop'd to change men's measures,

To which yourself, with mame, conceded, Or frighten ladies from their pleasures.

And but in mitigation pleaded. One accusation, he confess’d,

Yet that the justice of the court Had touch'd him more than all the rest ;

May suffer not in men's report, Three Patriot-Letters, high in fame,

Judgment a moment I suspend, By him o'erthrown, and brought to Thame.

To reason as from friend to friend. And though it was a rule in vogue,

And first, that You, of all mankind, If one man callid another rogue,

With Kings and Courts should stain your mind! The party injur'd might reply,

You! who were Opposition's lord ! And on his foe retort the lie;

Her nerves, her tinews, and her sword ! Yer what accru'd from all his labour,

That You at last, for servile ends, But foul dishonour to his neighbour?

Should wound the bowels of her friends! And he's a most unchriftian eli,

Is aggravation of offence, Who others damns to save himself.

That leaves for mercy no pretence. Besides, as all men knew, he said,

Yet more- -For You to urge your hate, Thore Letters only rail'd for bread;

And back the Church, to aid the State ! And hunger was a known excuse

For You to publish such a Letter! For prostitution and abuse :

You! who have known Religion better! A guinca, properly apply'd,

For You, I say, to introduce Had made the Writer change his fide ;

The fraud again there's no excuse. He wilh'd he had not cut and carv'd him,

And last of all, to crown your shame, And own'd, he should have bought, not starv'd him. Was it for you to load with blame

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The writings of a Patriot-Youth,

VII. And fummon Innocence and Truth

“'Twas prudent though to drop his Bayesen To prop your cause !

-Was this for You " And (entre nous) the Laureat says, But Juftice does your crimes pursue ;

“ He hopes he'll give up Richard. And sentence now alone remains,

« But then it tickles me to see, Which thus, by Me, the court ordains :

“ In Hastings, such a shrimp as he « That you return from whence you came,

“ Attempt to ravish Pritchard. « There to be stript of all your fame

VIII. “ By vulgar hands; That once a week

" The fellow pleased me well enough « Old-England pinch you till you squeak ;

what d'ye call it? Hoadley's stuff; « That ribbald Pamphlets do pursue you,

• There's something there like nature: " And lies and murmurs, to undo you.

“ Just fo, in life, he runs about, “ With every foe that Worth procures,

“ Plays at bo-peep, now in, now out, “And only Virtue's friends be Yours."

“ But hurts no mortal creature.


* And then there's Belmont, to be sure

“Oho! my gentle Neddy Moore ! G A R R I CK,

" How does my good lord-mayor?

“ And have you left Cheapfide, my dear! V PON

“ And will you write again next year, THE TALK OF THE TOWN.

“ To thew your fav’rite player? "When I said I would die a batchelor, I did not

“ think I should live till I were married.” " But Merope, we own, is fine,

Much ADO ABOUT NOTHING. “ Eumenes charms in every line;

“ How prettily he vapours !
To, no; the left-hand box, in blue;

“ So gay his dress, so young his look, There! don't you see her? -"See her! Who?"

« One would have sworn 'twas Mr. Cook,

“* Or Mathews, cutting capers." Nay, hang me if I tell. There's Garrick in the music-box!

Watch but his eyes; see there"O pox?" Thus, David, will the ladies Alout,
" Your servant, Ma'moiselle !""

And councils hold at every rout,

To alter all your plays;

Yates shall be Benedi&t next year,
But tell me, David, is it true?
Lord help us! what will some folks do?

Macklin be Richard, Taswell Lear,
How will they curse this stranger!

And Kitty Clive be Bayes.
What! fairly taken in for life!

A fober, serious, wedded wife!

Two parts they readily allow
O fie upon you, Ranger !

Are yours; but not one more, they vow;

And thus they close their spite : The clergy too have joind the chat;

You will be Sir John Brute, they say, A papift.-Has be thought of that?

A very Sir John Brute all day, « Or means he to convert her?!"

And Fribble all the night. Troth, boy, unless your zeal be stout,

The nymph may turn Your faith about,

But tell me, fair ones, is it fo?
By arguments experter.

« You all did love him once we know;

What then provokes your gall?
The ladies, pale and out of breath,

Forbear to rail—I'll tell you why;
Wild as the witches in Macbeth,

Quarrels may come, or madam die,
Ask if the “ deed be done!"

And then there's hope for all 0, David! listen to my lay!

I'U prophesy the things they'll say;

And now a word or two remains,
For tongues, you know, will run.

Sweet Davy, and I close my strains :

Think well ere you engage; V. “And pray, what other news d' ye hear?

Vapours and ague-fits may coine, “ Marry'd!-But don't you think, my dear,

And matrimonial claims at home, “ He's growing out of fashion?

Un-nerve you for the stage. “ People may fancy wliat they will,

XV. “ Bat Quin's the only actor still,

But if you find your spirits right,
"To touch the tender passion.

Your mind at ease, your body tight,

Take her; you can't do better: “Nay, madam, did you mind, last night,

A pox upon the tattling Town! “ His Archer? Not a line on't right!

The fops that join to cry her down “ I thought I heard some hiffes.

Would give their ears to get her. "Good God! if Billy Mills, thought I, “Or Billy Havard would but try,

* Julius Cæfar. " They'd beat him all to pieces.

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But the first was too great, and the last was too good, Then if her heart be good and kind,

And as for the rest, she might get whom she cou'd. (And sure that face betpeaks a mind

Away hurried Fortune, perplex'd and half mad, As soft as woman's can be)

But her promise was pass’d, and a wife must be hadi You'll grow as constant as a dove,

She travers'd the town from one corner to t’other, And taste the purer Tweets of love,

Now krocking at one door, and then at another.
Unvisited by Ranby.

The girls curtsy'd low as she look'd in their faces,
And bridled and primm'd with abundance of graces;

But this was coquettish, and that was a prude, ENVY AND FORTUNE:

One stupid and dull, t'other noisy and rude ;
A T A L E.

A third was affected, quite careless a fourth,
With prate without meaning, and pride without


A fifth, and a sixth, and a seventh were such
As either knew nothing or something too much

In short as they pass'd, the to all had objections ; AYS Envy to Fortune, “Şoft, foft, Madam Flirt! The gay wanted thought, the good-humour'd affec“ Not so fast with your wheel, you'll be down in the dirt!

The prudent were ugly, the sensible dirty, Well, and how does your David ? Indeed, my dear And all of them firts, from fifteen up to thirty. creature,

When Fortune saw this the began to look filly, “ You've thewn him a wonderful deal of good-na- Yet still she went on till the reach'd Piccadilly ; ture;

But vex'd and fatigu'd, and the night growing late, “ His bags are so full, and such praises his due, She refted her wheel within Burlington gate. “ That the like was ne'er known and all owing to My lady rose up, as she saw her come in, you;

"O ho, madam Genius! pray where have you “ But why won't you make him quite happy for life, been ?" “ And to all you have done add the gift of a wife?" (For her ladyship thought, from so serious an air, Says Fortune, and (mild, “Madam Envy, God 'Twas Genius come home, for it seems she live save ye!

there.) " But why always sneering at me and poor Davy? But Fortune, not minding her ladyship's blunder, “ I own that sometimes, in contempt of all rules, And wiping her forehead, cry'd, “ Well may you “ I lavish my favours on blockheads and fools;

wonder “ But the case is quite different here, I aver it, “ To see me thus furry'd;"—then told her the case, “ For David ne'er knew me, 'till brought me by And lighed till her ladyship laugh'd in her face. Merit,

“ Mighty civil indeed!” Come, a truce, says “ And yet to convince you—nay, Madam, nohiffes “ Good-manners at least-such behaviour as this “ A truce with complaints, and perhaps I may (For mention but Merit, and Envy fies out “ I'll shew you a girl that-Here, Martin! go With a hiss and a yell that would Glence a rout.

tellBut Fortune went on)" To convince you, I say, “ But she's gone to undress; by-and-by is as well “ That I honour your scheme, I'll about it to day; “ I'll shew you a fight that you'! fancy uncommon, “ The man Mall be marry'd, so pray now be easy, “ Wit, beauty, and goodness, all met in a woman; “ And Garrick for once shall do something to please“ A heart to no folly or mischief inclin'd

“ A body all grace, and all sweetness a mind." So saying, the rattled her wheel out of fight, O, pray let me see her," says Fortune, and While Envy walk'd after, and grinn'd with delight.

smil'd, It seems 'twas a trick that the long had been brewing, “ Do but give her to me, and I'll make her my To marry poor David, and so be his ruin:

child For Slander had told tier the creature lov'd pelf, “ But who, my dear, who ?-for you bave not told And car'd not a fig for a soul but himself;

yet"From thence she was sure, had the Devil a daughter, " Who indeed, says my lady, if not Violette ? He'd Inap at the girl, so 'twas Fortune that brought The words were scarce spoke when me enter'd the ber:

room ; And then lliculd her temper be sullen or haughty, A blush at the stranger still heighten'd her bloom ; Her feth too be frail, ard incline to be naughty, So humble her looks were, so mild was her air, 'Twould fret the poor fellow so out of his reason, That Fortune, astonish'd, fat mute in her chair. That Barry and Quin would let fashions next season. My lady rose up, and with countenance bland,

But Fortune, who saw what the Fury deugn'd, " This is Fortune, my dear," and presented her Refolv'd to get David a wife to his mind:

hand : Yet afraid of herself in a matter so nice,

The goddess embrac'd her, and call'd her her own, She vifited Prudence, and begg'd her advice. And, compliments over, her errand made krown. The nymph Mook her head when the business the But how the sweet girl colour'd, futter'd, and knew,

trembled, And said that her female acquaintance were few; How oft she said no, and hon ill the diffembled; That excepting Miss R***-1, yes, there was one, O how little David rejoic'd at the news, A tiend of that lady's, the visited none;

And swore, from all others, 'twas her he would chule;

my lady,


aid ye.


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