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Such civil broils are my delight,
Though some folks can't endure them,
And that a rope must cure them.
Such strings for all who need 'em-
Then farewell British freedom!
ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
So when a child, as playful children use,
REPORT 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
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning;
178 LORI) MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY. In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then holding the spectacles up to the court
Your lordship observes they are made with stradAs wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, (ale,
Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
'Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who woald, or who could wear spectacles then! On the whole it appears, and my argument shews,
With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how),
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes:
For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat 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 XONTH OF JUNE, 1780.
So then-the Vandals of our isle,
Sworn foes to sense and law,
Than ever Romans saw !
And many a treasure more,
That graced his letter'd store.
Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn,
The loss was Ints alone;
The burning of his own.
ON THE SAME.
WBEN wit and genius meet their doom
In all devouring flame,
And bid us fear the same.
They felt the rude alarm,
His sacred head from harm.
From Flora's balmy store,
Had treasured up before.
Have done him cruel wrong;
The boney on his tongue.
THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED;
OR HYPOCRISY DETECTED.
Such Mahomet's mysterious charge,
It may be proper to inform the reader, that this piece bu already appeared in print, having found is way, though
with home unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, Into the Lendles Journal, without the author's privity.
180 LADY THROCKNORTON'S BULLFINCH.
Had he the sinful part express'd,
cat the rest ;
You laugh—'tis well-The tale applied
ON THE DEATH OP LADY THROCK NORTON'S
Yo nymphs I if e'er your eyes were red
O share Maria's grief!
Assassin'd by a thief.
LADY THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH. 181
Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
And, though by nature mute,
Of flageolet or flute.
His bosom of the hue
To sweep away the dew.
No cat bad leave to dwell;
Large built, and latticed well.
For Bully's plumage' sake,
The swains their baskets make.
Subsistence to provide, A beast forth sallied on the scout, Long back’d, long tail'd, with whisker'd snout
And badger-colour'd hide. He, entering at the study door, Its ample area 'gan t explore;
And something in the wind
Food chiefly for the mind.