LOGICIANS have but ill defined
As rational the human mind;
Reason, they say, belongs to man,
But let them prove it if they can.
Wise Aristotle and Smiglecius,
By ratiocinations specious,
Have strove to prove with great precision,
With definition and division,
Homo est ratione præditum:

But for my soul I cannot credit 'em ;
And must in spite of them maintain
That man and all his ways are vain,
And that this boasted lord of nature
Is both a weak and erring creature;
That instinct is a surer guide

Than reason-boasting mortals' pride;
And that brute beasts are far before 'em :
Deus est anima brutorum.

Who ever knew an honest brute
At law his neighbour prosecute,
Bring action for assault and battery,
Or friend beguile with lies and flattery?
O'er plains they ramble unconfined,
No politics disturb their mind ;
They eat their meals and take their sport,
Nor know who's in or out at court;
They never to the levee go,

To treat as dearest friend a foe;
They never importune his Grace,

Nor ever cringe to men in place;
Nor undertake a dirty job,
Nor draw the quill to write for Bob;
Fraught with invective they ne'er go
To folks at Pater-Noster Row;
No judges, fiddlers, dancing-masters,
No pickpockets, or poetasters,
Are known to honest quadrupeds:
No single brute his fellow leads.
Brutes never meet in bloody fray,
Nor cut each other's throats for pay.
Of beasts, it is confessed, the ape
Comes nearest us in human shape:
Like man he imitates each fashion,
And malice is his ruling passion;
But both in malice and grimaces
A courtier any ape surpasses.
Behold him humbly cringing wait
Upon the minister of state;
View him soon after to inferiors
Aping the conduct of superiors:
He promises with equal air,
And to perform takes equal care.
He in his turn finds imitators :
At court the porters, lacqueys, waiters,
Their master's manners still contract,
And footmen lords and dukes can act :
Thus at the court both great and small
Behave alike, for all ape all.

YOUR mandate I got,

You may all go to pot;
Had your senses been right,
You'd have sent before night;
As I hope to be saved,
I put off being shaved;
For I could not make bold,
While the matter was cold,
To meddle in suds,
Or to put on my duds;

So tell Horneck and Nesbitt
And Baker and his bit,
And Kauffman beside,
And the Jessamy bride;
With the rest of the crew,
The Reynoldses two,
Little Comedy's face
And the Captain in lace.

(By the bye, you may tell him, I have something to sell him; Of use I insist,

When he comes to enlist.
Your worships must know

That a few days ago,

An order went out,

For the foot guards so stout
To wear tails in high taste,
Twelve inches at least :
Now I've got him a scale
To measure each tail,
To lengthen a short tail,
And a long one to curtail.)-

Yet how can I when vext
Thus stray from my text?
Tell each other to rue
Your Devonshire crew,
For sending so late
To one of my state.
But 'tis Reynolds's way
From wisdom to stray,
And Angelica's whim
To be frolic like him.

But, alas! your good worships, how could they be wiser,

When both have been spoiled in to-day's

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OVERTURE.-A solemn Dirge.

Air.-Trio.

ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,

And waken every note of woe! When truth and virtue reach the skies, 'Tis ours to weep the want below.

Chorus.

When truth and virtue, &c.

MAN Speaker.

The praise attending pomp and power,
The incense given to kings,

Are but the trappings of an hour-
Mere transitory things:

The base bestow them; but the good agree

To spurn the venal gifts as flattery.
But when to pomp and power are joined
An equal dignity of mind;

When titles are the smallest claim;
When wealth and rank and noble blood
But aid the power of doing good;
Then all their trophies last-and flattery
turns to fame.

Blest spirit thou, whose fame, just born to bloom,

Shall spread and flourish from the tomb;
How hast thou left mankind for Heaven!
Even now reproach and faction mourn,
And, wondering how their rage was born,
Request to be forgiven !
Alas! they never had thy hate;
Unmoved in conscious rectitude,
Thy towering mind self-centred stood,
Nor wanted man's opinion to be great.

Her weeping children round
Beheld each hour

Death's growing power,

And trembled as he frowned.

As helpless friends who view from shore The labouring ship, and hear the tempest

roar,

While winds and waves their wishes

cross,

Where all the humble, all the great, Promiscuously recline;

Where, wildly huddled to the eye,
The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lie,
May every bliss be thine!

And, ah! blest spirit, wheresoe'er thy flight,

Through rolling worlds or fields of liquid light,

Not to assist, but to bewail

The inevitable loss.

Relentless tyrant, at thy call

How do the good, the virtuous fall!

Truth, beauty, worth, and all that most engage,

But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy rage.

nature;

As a safe inn, where weary travellers, When they have journeyed through a world of cares,

May put off life and be at rest for ever. Groans, weeping friends, indeed, and gloomy sables,

May oft distract us with their sad solemnity;
The preparation is the executioner.
Death, when unmasked, shows me a
friendly face,

And is a terror only at a distance;
For as the line of life conducts me on
To Death's great court, the prospect
seems more fair.

'Tis Nature's kind retreat, that's always

Our vows are heard! long, long to mortal eyes,

Her soul was fitting to its kindred skies;
Celestial-like her bounty fell,
Where modest want and patient sorrow
dwell;

Want passed for merit at her door,
Unseen the modest were supplied,
Her constant pity fed the poor,
Then only poor, indeed, the day she died.
And, oh! for this, while sculpture decks
thy shrine,

And art exhausts profusion round,
The tribute of a tear be mine,
A simple song, a sigh profound.
There Faith shall come, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the tomb that wraps thy clay;
And calm Religion shall repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there.
Truth, Fortitude, and Friendship shall
agree,

To blend their virtues while they think of thee.

Air.-Chorus.

Let us, let all the world agree, To profit by resembling thee,