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This speech was Bt's; and, though mean in phrase, The nearest thing to prose, as Horace says,
(Satire the fourth, and forty-second line)
"Twill intimate that I propose to dine
Next week with B***. Muse, lend thy aid a while;
For this great purpose claims a lofty style.
Ere yonder sun, now glorious in the west,
Has thrice three times reclined on Thetis' breast;
And from her bright locks shake the pearls of dew,
A song, adorned with every rural charm,
In wildflowers fertile, as thy fields of corn,
I ask not Ortolans, or Chian wine,
The fat of rams, or quintessence of swine.
Nor El Dorado vend her golden sheep.
And to the mansion-house, or council-hall,
Still on her black splay feet may the huge tortoise crawl. Not Parson's butt my appetite can move,
Nor, Bell, thy beer; nor even thy nectar, Jove.
If B*** be happy, and in health, his guest,
Whom wit and learning charm, can wish no better feast.
YES, yes; I grant the sons of earth
Are doomed to trouble from their birth.
But say, Is your's without compare?
Each individual of our kind
Pressed with an equal load of ill,
And own your lamentable case
In yonder hut, that stands alone,
Or see, transfixed with keener pangs,
The jolly hunting band convene,
The beagle's breast with ardour burns,
The bounding steed the champaign spurns ;
And Fancy oft the game descries
Through the hound's nose, and huntsman's eyes.
Just then a council of the hares
Had met, on national affairs.
The chiefs were set; while o'er their head
The furze its frizzled covering spread.
Long lists of grievances were heard,
"Shall horses, hounds, and hunters, still
"The youth, his parent's sole delight,
May yet, e'er noontide, meet his death,
"And lie dismembered on the heath.
"For youth, alas! nor cautious age,
“Nor strength, nor speed, eludes their rage. "In every field we meet the foe,
Each gale comes fraught with sounds of woe;
“The morning but awakes our fears,
The evening sees us bathed in tears. "But must we ever idly grieve,
"Nor strive our fortunes to relieve?
"To stratagem be our recource;
"No foe is weak, when Justice arms,
"Whom Concord leads, and Hatred warms.