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Tall Polygars,
Dwarf Zemindars;
Mahommed's tomb, Killarney's lake, the fane of Ammon,
With all thy Kings and Queens, ingenious MRS. SALMON,
Yet vain the majesties of wax,
Vain the the cut velvet on their backs -
GEORGE, mighty GEORGE, is flesh and blood -
No head he wants of wax or wood;
His heart is good!
(As a King's shou'd)
And every thing he says is understood.
PROBATIONARY ODES
June 1. for the LAUREATSHIP.
No. VIII
On the B I R T H - D A Y.
By MICHAEL ANGELO TAYLOR, Esq. M.P. only
Son of Sir ROBERT TAYLOR, Knt. and late Sheriff '
also SUB-DEPUTY, VICE-CHAIRMAN to the IRISH
COMMITTEE, WELSH JUDGE ELECT, &c. &c.
HAIL, all hail, thou natal day,
Hail the very half hour, I say,
On which Great George was born !
Tho' Scarcely fledg'd, I'll try my wing, -
And tho', alas, I cannot sing,
I'll crow on this illustrious morn !
Sweeet bird, that chirp'st the note of folly,
So pleasantly, so drolly ! -
Thee oft, the stable-yards among,
I woo, and emulate thy song !
Thee, for my emblem still I choose !
Oh ! with thy voice inspire a Chicken of the Muse !
II.
Thee too my fluttering Muse invokes,
Thy guardian aid I beg,
Thou great ASSESSOR, fam'd for jokes,
For jokes of face and leg !
So may I oft' thy stage-box grace,
(The first in beauty as in place)
And smile, responsive to thy changeful face?
For say, renowned mimic, say,
Did e'er a merrier crowd obey
Thy laugh -provoking summons,
Than with fond glee, enraptar'd sit,
Whene'er with undesigning wit,I entertain the Commons ?
Lo ! how I shine St. Stephen's boast !
There, first of Chicks, I rule the roast !
There I appear, Pitt's Chanticleer,
The Bantam Cock to oppositions !
Or like a hen,
With watchful ken,
Sit close and hatch - the Irish Propositions !
III.
Behold, for this great day of pomp and pleasure,
The House adjourns, and I'm at leisure !
If thou art so, come, Muse of Sport,
With a few rhymes,
Delight the times,
And coax the Critic Buffo, and enchant the Court !
By Heaven she comes ! - More swift than prose,
At her command, my metre flows !
Hence ye weak warblers of the rival lays !
Avaunt, ye Wrens, ye Goslings, and ye Pier ?
The Chick of Law shall win the prize,
The Chick of Law shall peck the bays !
So, when again the State demands our care,
Fierce in my laurel'd pride, I'll take the Chair !
GILBERT, I catch thy bright invention,
With somewhat more of sound retention!
But never, never on thy prose I'll border -
Verse, lofty-sounding Verse, shall "Call to Order!".
Come, sacred Nine, come, one and all,
Attend your fav'rite Chairman's call !
Oh ! if I well have chirp'd your brood among,
Point my keen eye, and tune my brazen tongue !
And hark ! with Elegiac graces,
"I beg that Gentlemen may take their places !".
Didactic Muse, with measur'd state,
Be thine to harmonize debate !
Thine, mighty CLIO, to resound from far,
" - The door, the door! - the bar, the bar! "
Ctout Piarson damns around,at her dread word ; -
"Sit down", cries Clementson, and grasps h's silver sword!
IV :
But lo ! where Pitt appears, to move
Some new resolve of hard digestion !
Wake then, my Muse, thy gentler notes of love,
And in persuasive numbers, "put the Question."
The Question's gain'd ! - the Treasury Bench rejoice !
"All hail, tho least of men (they cry) with mightiest voice! "
- Blest sounds! my ravish'd eye surveys
Ideal Ermins, fancied Bays !
Rapt in St. Stephen's future Scenes,
I fit perpetual Chairman of the Ways and Means.
Stop, stop, ye Bricklayer - Crew, my fire to praise,
His mightier offspring claims impartial lays !
The Father climb'd the ladder, with a hod,
The Son, like General Jackoo, jumps alone, by God !
* No reflection on the organization of Mr. Gilbert's brain,
is intended here ; but rather a pathetic reflection on the continual Diabetes of so great a Member!
Upon our first receiving the following composition, which does a real honor to the sublime writer, we had our doubts whether it would be admittd in competition with the Odes of the authors originally named ; and therefore, for some time suppressed giving it publication ; but Signor Delpini, having since made his mark to a certificate, stating that Sir Gregory's performance will be reviewed indiscriminately with the other Odes, we upon that ground offer it to the public.
3. June.
ODE for New Year's Day,
by Sir GREEGORY PAGE TURNER, Bart. M. P. -
Lord Warden of Blackheath, and Ranger of Greenwich -
Hill, during the Christmas and Easter Holidays.
S T R O P H E.
O DAY of high career,
First of a month, - nay more - first of a year :
A monarch day, that hath indeed no peer !
Let huge Buzaglios glow
In ev'ry corner of the isle,
to melt away the snow :
And like to May,
Be this month gay ;
And with her at hop - step - jump - play ;
Dance, grin, and smile !
Ye, too, ye Maids of Honor, young and old,
Shall each be seen,
With a neat warming patentized machine!
Because, 'tis said, that chastity is cold !
ANTISTROPHE.
But ah ! no roses meet the sight ;
Nor yellow buds of saffron hue,
Nor azure blossoms of pale blue.
Nor Tulips, pinks, &c. delight.
Yet on fine tiffany, will I
My genius try,
The spoils of Flora to supply,
Or say my name's not GREGO - RY !
An artificial Garland will I bring,
That Clement Cottrell shall declare,
\With courtly air,
Fit for a Prince, fit for a KING !
EPODE.
Ye millinery fair,
To me, ye Muses are ;