With slow-paced heed, and tedious cunning, Both of the double and the foil; In bellowings loud, and utterance hoarse, O, may I from my easy chair These pleasures, Hare Hunting, impart, MUNDY. stand A TRIO. I. HERE sits JP, and could I but find But his life and his language have masculine merit, spirit; It burns in his eyes, it enlarges his frame, "Tis not from a fountain like this you can draw From the pure and perennial spring in the breast. steer; Nor ever declined from the patriot direction, tion; But the transient dip, and the slight deviation, Prove the needle points true in its natural station. II. No prancing, curvetting, episcopal pony, No desk petit-maitre, no church macaroni And manners more pliant and loose than an osier); It excels more in strength than Corinthian grace. Such a pillar, when Samson was call'd out for sport, Perhaps might have saved the whole Philistine court. [weight, Sam might crack all his sinews, and bow with his But Will would uphold both the church and the state. On all who dare shake that convenient alliance He bends his black brows, and he scowls a defiance. Yet forgets, while he thunders against reformation, That what is establishment was innovation. Our patriots, alas! are all dwarfish and weak, Too puny to make aristocracy quake; But O! could thy principles change to the Whig, Couldst thou throw them as readily off as thy wig, That old tyrant call'd Custom, in vain would resist The momentum of such a republican fist: His strong castle would tumble,like Jericho's wall, And his talisman broken, the giant must fall. More solid than shining, more weighty than In the right very stout; in the wrong very sturdy; And to lay down a word as he'd lay down his life; He takes always good aim, but too quick in the timing, He flushes the bird, and his temper burns priming: His heart always flames with good fuel, well fed, But it sends up at times a thick smoke to the head; And till that clears away 'tis not easy to know The fact or the motive, the friend or the foe. Then take up this tankard of rough massy plate, Not for fashion preferr'd, but for value and weight; When you lift up the cover, then think of our vicar, And take a hard pull at the orthodox liquor, That keeps hale and hearty in every climate, And makes the poor curate as proud as the primate. III. But when genius and judgment are called to the feast, [taste, Make the trio complete and cement them with And for taste let me call on our courtly Collector, Not the king of his company, but the protector; Who, with easy hilarity, knows how to sit In a family compact with wisdom and wit; With the art to know much, without seeming to know it, [show it. Joins the art to have wit, without straining to For his mind, not case-harden'd by form or pro[cession. Always yields with a spring, and impels by conTrue politeness, like sense, is begotten, not made, But all our professions smell strong of a trade. All vocation is craft, both the black and the scarlet, The doctor, the pleader, the judge, and the harlot. No collector of medals or fossils so fine, He gathers good fellows around his good wine; No collector of shells or of stuff'd alligators, But of two-legged, unfeather'd, erect muttoneaters, fession, That join heart in hand to drive round the de[senter. While the bishop hob-nobs with the lowly dis canter, |