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1785 Morning Herald
RECITATIVE for the celebrated female Singer from Manchester. Symphony of flutes -- pianissimo.
Now in cotton robe array'd
Poor manufacture, tax-lamenting maid,
Thy story heard by her devoted wheel,
Each busy-sounding spindle hush'd —
FUGE.
Now, dreading Irish rape,
Quick shifting voice and shape —
DEEP BASE, from Birmingham.
With visage hard, and furnace flush'd,
And black-haired chest, and nerve of steel,
The sex-changed list'ner stood
In surly-pensive mood.
Air, accompanied with double Bassoons, &c.,
While the promise-maker spoke
The anvil missed the wanted stroke;
In air suspended hammers hung,
While Pitt's own frauds came mended from that tongue.
AIR.
Soothed with the sound the priest grew vain,
And all his tales told 'er again,
And added hundreds more;
By turns to this, or that, or both,
He gave the sanction of an oath,
And then the whole forswore.
"Truth" he sung, was toil and trouble
" Honour but an empty bubble"-
Glocester's aged - London dying -
Poor to poor, is simple lying! -
If the lawn be worth thy wearing,
Win, oh! win it, by thy swearing
FULL CHORUS REPEATED
Grand deluder! Arch imposter, &c.
End of part 1st
PART II
RECITATIVE accompanied
Enough the parents praise - see of deceit,
The fairer progeny ascends!
Evasion, nymph of agile feet,
With half-washed face;
Prosession, whispering accents sweet
And many a kindred friend attends:
Mutely dealing courtly wiles
Fav'ring nods, and hope-fraught smiles
A fond, amusive tutelary race
That guard the faith of kings, and of king's FRIENDS
But chiefly thee I woo, of changeful eye,
In courts y'clept Duplicity,
Thy fond looks on mine imprinting
Vulgar mortals call it squinting -
Baby, of art and int'rest bred,
Whom, stealing to the back-stairs head,
Infolding arms - with cautious tread;
(f) Wrinkle-twinkle Jenky bore,
To the baize-lined closet door.
(f) "Wrinkle-twinkle," &c.} It must have been already observed by the sagacious reader, that our author can coin an epithet as well as a fable. Wrinkles were as frequently produced by the motion of the part as by the advance of age. The head of the distinguished personage here described, though in the prime of its faculties, has had more exercise in every sense than any head in the world. Whether he means an allusion to the worship of the rising sun, and imitates the Persian priests, whose grand act of devotion is to turn round: or whether he merely thinks that the working of the head in circles will give analogous effect to the species of argument in which he excels, we must remain in the dark; but certain it is, that whenever he reasons in public, the capita, and wonderful part of his frame I am alluding to, is continually revolving upon its axis; and his eyes, as if dazzled by rays that dart on him exclusively, twinkle in their orb: at the rate of sixty twinks to one revolution. I trust I have given a rational account, and not farfetched, both of the wrinkle and twinkle in this ingenious compound.
AIR.
Sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within that loved recess -
Save when the closets councils press,
And juntos speak the thing they mean;
Tell me, ever busy power,
Where shall I trace thee in that vacant hour?
Art thou content, in the sequestered grove,
To play with hearts and vows of love?
Or emulous of prouder sway,
Dost thou to list'ning Senates take thy way;
Thy presence let me still enjoy
With Rose, and the lie loving boy.
AIR
(g) No rogue that goes
Is like that Rose
Or scatters such deceit:
Come to my breast -
There ever rest
Associate counterfeit!
PART III.
LOUD SYMPHONY.
But lo! what throngs of rival bards!
More lofty themes! more bright rewards!
See ---- a new Apollo sit!
Pattern and arbiter of wit!
The laureat wreath hangs graceful from his wand:
Begin, he cries, and waves his whiter hand,
'Tis George's natal day -
Parnassian Pegasus away -
Grant me the more glorious steed
Of royal Brunswick breed -
I kneel, I kneel,
And at his snowy heel,
Pindarick homage vow;
He neighs; he bounds; I mount, I fly, -
The air drawn crosier in my eye,
The visionary mitre on the brow,
Spirit of hierarchy exalt the rhyme,
and dedicate to George the lie sublime.
AIR for a Bishop.
(b) Hither, brethren, incense bring,
To the mitre giving king.
Praise him for his first donations )
Praise him for his best translations )
Benefices, dispensations.
By the power of a crown,
By the many made for 'one,
By a monarch's awful distance,
Rights divine, and non-resistance.
Honor, triumph, glory give -
Praise him in his might,
Praise him in his height;
The mighty, mighty height of his prerogative!
RECITATIVE by an Archbishop.
Orchestras, of thousands strong,
With Zadock's zeal each note prolong -
Prepare!
Prepare! Pause}
Bates gives the animating nod -
Sudden they strike - unnumbered strings
Vibrate to the best of Kings -
Eunuchs, Stentors, double bases,
Lab'ring lungs, inflated faces,
(g) "No rogue that goes" &c.} the candid reader will put no improper interpretation on the word rogue. Pretty rogue, dear rogue, &c. are terms of endearment to one self; pleasant rogue, witty rogue, appear as familiar compliments to the other. Indeed facetious rogue is the common table appellation of this gentleman in Downing-street.
(b) "Hither brethren" &c.} When this ode is performed in Westminster Abey (as doubtless it will be) this air is de-signed for the Rev. or rather Right Rev. author. The numerous bench (for there will hardly be more than three absentees) who will begin the chant of the subsequent chorus from their box at the right hand of his most sacred Majesty, will have fine effect both on the ear and eye.