APPENDIX. ADIEU TO MALTA. ADIEU, ye joys of La Valette! How surely he who mounts them swears ; Adieu to Peter, whom no fault 's in, But could not teach a colonel waltzing ; Adieu, ye females, fraught with graces; Of all that strut en militaire. Pardon my muse, who apt to prate is, A line-or two-were no hard matter, And now, O Malta! since thou 'st got us, I'll not offend with words uncivil, But only stare from out my casement, Return to scribbling, or a book, TO DIVES. A FRAGMENT. May 26th, 1811. UNHAPPY DIVES! in an evil hour 'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst! 1811. PARENTHETICAL ADDRESS* BY DR. PLAGIARY, Half stolen, with acknowledgments, to be spoken in an inarticulate voice by Master P. at the opening of the next new theatre. Stolen parts marked with the inverted commas of quotation-thus " Then Lord knows what is writ by Lord knows who. A modest monologue you here survey," Hiss'd from the theatre the "other day," As if Sir Fretful wrote "the slumberous" verse, "Flame! fire! and flame!!" (words borrow'd from Lucretius,) "Dread metaphors which open wounds" like issues! "And sleeping pangs awake-and-—but away" (Confound me if I know what next to say). "Lo Hope reviving re-expands her wings," And Master G-recites what Doctor Busby sings!"If mighty things with small we may compare," (Translated from the grammar for the fair!) Dramatic "spirit drives a conquering car," And burn'd poor Moscow like a tub of “tar.” "This spirit Wellington has shown in Spain," To furnish melodrames for Drury Lane. "Another Marlborough points to Blenheim's story," And George and I will dramatise it for ye. "In arts and sciences our isle hath shone" "Thee we invoke, your sister arts implore" With "smiles," and "lyres," and "pencils," and much more. These, if we win the Graces, too, we gain Disgraces, too!"inseparable train!" Three who have stolen their witching airs from Cupid" (You all know what I mean, unless you 're stupid): Among the addresses sent in to the Drury Lane Committee (see antè, p. 424), was one by Dr. Busby, entitled "A Monologue," of which the above is a parody, "Harmonious throng" that I have kept in petto, "Old Drury never, never soar'd so high," So says the manager, and so says I. "But hold, you say, this self-complacent boast;" Is this the poem which the public lost? “ True—true—that lowers at once our mounting pride;" But lo!-the papers print what you deride. "T is ours to look on you-you hold the prize," 'Tis twenty guineas, as they advertize! "A double blessing your rewards impart❞— I wish I had them, then, with all my heart. "Our twofold feeling owns its twofold cause,' October, 1812. VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMER HOUSE AT HALES-OVEN.* WHEN Dryden's fool, "unknowing what he sought," Supplied, and amply too by innocence; Did modern swains, possess'd of Cymon's powers, Like noxious reptiles o'er the whiten'd wall, The filth they leave still points out where they crawl. In Warwickshire. † See Cymon and Iphigenia. TRANSLATION FROM MARTIAL. [Hic est quem legis, ille quem requiris, Toto notus in orbe Martialis, Argutis epigrammaton libellis : Cui, lector studiose, quod dedisti Viventi decus, atque sentienti, Rari post cineres habent poetæ.-Lib. i, epig. 2.} HE unto whom thou art so partial, Give him the fame thou wouldst be giving; Why, how now, Parson Bowles? Sure the priest is maudlin! (To the public) How can you, d―n your souls, Listen to his twaddling? EPIGRAMS. OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; |