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There was a time, I heard hier say,
Ere females were seduc'd by play,

When Beauty was her throne ;
But now, where dwelt the Soft Desires,
The Furies light forbidden fires,
To Love and Her unknown.

From these th' indignant goddess fies,
And where the spires of Science rife,

A while suspends her wing ;
But pedant Pride and Rage are there,
And Faction tainting all the air,
And pois'ning every spring.

viII. Long through the sky's wide pathlefs way The muse observ'd the wand'rer stray,

And mark'd ber last retreat ;
O'er Surrey's barren heaths Thic flew,
Descending like the filent dew
On Ether's peaceful feat.

There the beholds the gentle Mole
His penfive waters calmly roll,

Amidst Elysian ground:
There through the windings of the grove
She leads her family of Love,
And strews her sweets around.

I hear her bid the Daughters fair
Oft to yon gloomy grot repair,

Her secret steps to meet ;
Nor Thou, the cries, these Kades forsake,
But come, lov*d Confort, come and make
The husband's bliss complete.

Yet not too much the soothing ease
Of rural indolence shall please

My Pelham's ardent breast;
The man whom Virtue calls her own
Must stand the pillar of a throne,

And make a nation blest.

Where Virtue deigns to dwell;
If yet the treads on British ground,
Where can the fugitive be found,
In city, court, or cell ?

Not there, where wine and frantic mirth
Unite the sensual fons of earth

In Pleasure's thoughtless train ;
Nor yet where sanctity's a low,
Where souls nor joy nor pity know
Fór human bliss or pain.

Her social heart alike disowns
The race, who Thunning crowds and thrones,

In thades sequester'd doze ;
Whose floth no generous care can wake,
Who rot like weeds on Lethe's lake;
In senseless, vile repose.

With these the runs the factious tribe,
Who spurn the yet unoffer'd bribe,

And at corruption lour;
Waiting till Discord Havock tries,
In hopes, like Catiline, to rise
On anarchy to pow'r!

Ye Wits, who boast from ancient times,
A right divine to scourge our crimes,

Is it with you she refts ?
No. Int'reft, nander are your views,
And Virtue now, with every muse,

Flies your unhallow'd breasts.

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Pelham ! 'tis thine with temp’rate zeal
To guard Britannia's public weal,

Attack'd on every part:
Her fatal discords to compose,
Unite her friends, disarm her foes,
Demands thy head and heart.

When told Rebellion Thook the land,
Ere yet from William's dauntless hand

Her barbarous army fied;
When valour droop'd, and Wisdom fear'd,
Thy voice expiring Credit heard,
And rais'd her languid head.

Now by thy strong assisting hand,
Fix'd on a rock I see her stand,

Against whose solid feet,
In vain, through every future age,
The loudesta molt tempestuous rage
Ofangry war shall beat.

And grieve not if the sons of Strife
Attempt to cloud thy spotlefs life,

And Thade its brightest scenes ;
Wretches, by kindness unsubdu'd,
Who see, who share the common good,
Yet cayil at the means.

Like these, the metaphysic crew,
Proud to be singular and new,

Think all they see deceit;
Are warm'd and cherish'd by the day,
Feel and enjoy the heav'nly ray,

Yet doubt of light and heat.


A smiling mask her features veilid,
Her form the patriot's robe conceal'd;
With study'd blandishments the bow'd,
And drew the captivated crowd.
The next in place, and on the right,
Sat Envy, hideous to the fight;
Her snaky locks, her hollow eyes,
And haggard form forbad disguise ;
Pale discontent and fullen hate
Upon her wrinkled forchead sat;
Her left-hand, clench'd, her cheek sustain'd,
Her right (with many a murder stain'd)
A dagger clutch'd, in act to strike,
With starts of rage, and aim oblique.

Last on the left was Clamour seen,
Of Atature valt, and horrid mien;
With bloated cheeks, and frantic eyes,
She sent her yellings to the skies;
Prepar'd with trumpet in her hand,
To blow sedition o'er the land.

With these, four more of lefser fame,
And humbler rank, attendant came;
Hypocrisy with smiling grace,
And Impudence with brazen face,
Contention told, with iron lungs,
And Slander with her hundred tongues.

The walls in sculptur'd tale were rich,
And statues proud (in many a nich)
Of chiefs, who fought in Faction's cause,
And perish'd for contempt of laws.
The roof in vary'd light and shade,
The seat of Anarchy display'd.
Triumphant o'er a falling throne
(By emblematic figures known)
Confufion rag'd, and Luft obscene,
And Riot with distemper'd mien,
And Outrage bold, and Mischief dire,
And Devastation clad in fire.
Prone on the ground a martial maid
Expiring lay, and groan'd for aid:
Her Mield with many a stab was pierc'd,
Her laurels torn, her spear revers’d;
And near her, crouch'd amidst the spoils,
A lion panted in the toils.

With look compos'd the pris’ner stoo.,
And modeft pride. By turns he view'd
The court, the counsel, and the crowd,
And with submissive rev'rence bow'd.

Proceed we now, in humbler (trains,
And lighter rhymes, with what remains.

Th' indi&ment grievously set forth,
That Selim, loft to patriot worth,
(In company with one Will Pitt*,
And many more, not taken yet)
In Forty-five, the royal palacet
Did enter, and to shame grown callous,
Did then and there his faith forsake,
And did accept, receive, and take,
With mischievous intent and base,
Value unknown, a certain place.

He was a second time indicted,
For that, by evil zeal excited,
With learning more than layman's share,
(Which parsons want, and he might spare)

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HE court was met; the pris'ner brought;

The counsel with instructions fraughts
And evidence prepar'd at large,
On oath, to vindicate the charge.

But first 'tis meet, where form denies
Foetic helps of fancy'd lies,
Gay metaphors, and figures fine,
And fimilies to deck the lines
*Tis meet (as we before have said)
To call description to our aid.

Begin we then (as first 'tis fitting)
With the three Chiefs in judgment fitting.

Above the rest, and in the chair,
Sat Faction with diffembled air;
Her tongue was skill'd in specious lies,
And murmurs, whence diffentions rise;

*George Lyttelton, Esq. afterwards Lord Lyttelton. The Perlian Letters of this nobleman were written under the character of Selim, which occasioned Mr. Moore to give him the fame name in this poem.


* Afterwards Earl of Chatham.

+ Mr. Lyttelton was appointed a Lord of this Treasury 25th Dec. 1744.

In Letter to one Gilbert West,

And all this zeal to re-instate He, the faid Selim, did attest,

Exploded notions, out of date; Maintain, support, and make assertion

Sending old rakes to church in Thoals, Of certain points, from Paul's conversion,

Like children, Iniv'ling for their souls ; By means whereof the said apostle

And ladies gay, from Imut and libels, Did many an unbeliever joftle,

To learn beliefs, and read their bibles ; Starting unfashionable fancies,

Erecting conscience for a tutor, And building truths on known romances.

To damn the present by the future : A third charge ran, that knowing well

As if to evils known and real Wits only eat as pamphlets sell,

'Twas needful to annex ideal; He, the said Selim, notwithstanding,

When all of human life we know Did fall to answ'ring, shaming, branding

Is care, and bitterness, and woe, Three curious Letters to the Whigs t;

With short transitions of delight, Making no reader care three figs

To set the shatter'd spirits right, For any facts contain’d therein ;

Then why such mighty pains and care, By which uncharitable fin

To make os hun: ler than we are? An author, modeft and deserving,

Forbidding short-liv'd mirth and laughter, Was destin'd to contempt and starving ;

By fears of what may come hereafter ? Against the king, his crown and peace,

Beiter in ignorance to dwell; And all the statutes in that case.

None fear, but who believe a hell; The pleader rose with brief full charg'd,

And if there should be one, no doubt, And on the pris'ner's crimes enlarg'd

Men of themselves would find it out. But not to damp the Muse's fire

But Selim's crimes, he said, went further, With rhet'ric, such as courts require,

And barely stopp'd on this fide murther ; We'll try to keep the reader warm,

One yet remain'd to close the charge, And hit the matter from the form.

To which (with leave) he'd speak at large, Virtue and social love, he said,

And, firit, 'twas needful to premise, And honour from the land were fled ;

That though so long (for reasons wise) That patriots now, like other folks,

The press inviolate had stood, Were made the but of vulgar jokes ;

Productive of the public good ; While Opposition dropp'd her crest,

Yet still, too modest to abuse, And courted pow'r for wealth and reft.

It rail'd at vice, but told not whore. Why some folks laugh’d, and some folks rail'd, That great improvements, of late days, Why some submitted, some assail'd,

Were made, to many an author's praise, Angy or pleas'dmall solv'd the doubt

Who, not so scrupulously nice, With who were in, and who were out.

Proclaim'd the person with the vice ; The Sons of Clamour grew so fickly,

Or gave, where vices might be wanted, They look'd for diffolution quickly ;

The name, and took the rest for granted. Their Weekly Journals, finely written,

Upon this plan, a Champion * rosc, Were sunk in privies all beh-n;

Unrighteous greatness to oppose, Old-England I, and the London-Evening,

Proving the man “inventus non oft," Hardly a soul was found believing in;

Who trades in pow'r, and still is honest;. And Caleb ll, once fo bold and strong,

And (God be prais’d) he did it roundly, Was stupid now, and always wrong.

Flogging a certain junto foundly. Ask ye whence rose this foul disgrace ?

But chief his anger was directed, Why Selim has receiv'd a place,

Where people least of all suspected ; And thereby brought the cause to Mame;

And Selim, not so Itrong as tall, Proving that people, void of blame,

Beneath his grasp appear'd to fall. Might serve their country and their king,

But Innocence (as people say) By making both the self-same thing :

Stood by, and sav'd him in the fray. By which the credulous believ'd,

By her affifted, and one Truth, And others (by strange arts deceiv'd)

A busy, prating, forward youth, That Ministers were sometimes right,

He rally'd all his strength anew, And meant not to destroy us quite.

And at the foe a Letter threwt: That bart'ring thus in state affairs,

His weakest part the weapon found, He next must deal in sacred wares,

And brought him senseless to the ground. The clergy's rights divine invade,

Hence Oppontion fled the field, And smuggle in the gospel-trade ;

And Ignorance with her seven-fold Thield;

And well they might, for nings weigi'd fully) Entitled, “Observations on the Conversion and The pris'ner with his Whore and Bully, A postleship of St. Paul. In a Letter to Gilbert Must prove for every foe too hard, West, Esq." 8vo. 1747.

Who never fought with such a guard. † Entitled, “ Three Letters to the Whigs; occa- But Truth and Innocence, he said, fioned by the Letter to the Tories." 8vo. 1748. Would stand him here in little itcad;

| An Opposition Paper at that time published, in which Mr. Lyttelton was frequently abused.

Author of the Letters to the Whigs. | Caleb D'Anvers, the name assumed by the + Probably, “ A Congratulatory Letter to Selim writers of the Craftsman.

on the Letters to the Wiigs.” Svo. 1748.

For they had evidence on oath,

The court, he said, knew all the relt, That would appear too hard for both.

And must proceed as they thought beft ; Of witnesses a fearful train

Only he hop'd such refignation Came next, th: indictments to sustain ;

Would plead fome little mitigation ; Detraction, Hatred, and Distrust,

And if his character was clear And Party, of all foes the worst,

From other faults (and friends were near, Malice, Revenge, and Unbelief,

Who would, when call d upon, atteft it) And Disappointment worn with grief,

He did in humbleft form request it, Dishonour foul, unaw'd by Thame,

To be from punishment exempt, And every fiend that Vice can name.

And only suffer their contempt. All these in ample form depos'd,

The pris'ner's friends their claim preferrid, Each fact the triple charge disclos'd,

In turn demanding to be heard, With taunts and gibes of bitter fort,

Integrity and Honour swore, And asking vengeance from the court,

Benevolence, and twenty more, The pris'ner said in his detence,

That he was always of their party, That he indeed had small pretence

And that they knew him firm and hearty. To foften facts so deeply sworn,

Religion, sober dame, attended, But would for his offences moum ;

And, as the could, his cause befriended. Yet more he hop'd than bare repentance

She said, 'twas fince he came from college, Might Nill be urg'd to ward the sentence.

She knew him introduc'd by Knowledge : That he had held a place some years,

The man was modeft and fincere, He own'd with penitence and tears,

Nor farther could the interfere. But took it not from motives base,

The muses begg'd to interpose; Th’indictment there miftook the case ;

But Envy with loud hillings rose, And though he had betray'd his trust

And callid them women of ill fame, In being to his country just,

Liars, and prostitutes to shame; Neglecting Faction and her friends,

And said, to all the world 'twas known,
He did it not for wicked ends,

Selim had had them every one.
Put that complaints and feuds might ccase, The pris'ner blush'd, the Muses frown'd,
And jarring parties mix in peace.

When silence was proclaim'd around,
That what he wrote to Gilbert West,

And Faction rising with the rest, Bore hard against him, he confess'd;

In form the prisoner thus address d. Yet there they wrong'd him; for the fact is,

You, Selim, thrice have been indicted: He reason'd for Belief, not Practice;

First, that hy wicked pride excited, And People might believe, he thought,

And bent your country to disgrace, Though Practice might be deemed a fault.

You have receiv'd, and held a Place: He either dreamt it, or was told,

Next, Infidelity to wound, Religion was rever'd of old,

You've dar'd, with arguments profound That it gave breeding no offence,

To drive Freethinking to a stand, And was no foe to wit and sense;

And with Religion vex the land : But whether this was truth, or whim,

And lastly in contempt of right, He would not say; the doubt with him

With horrid and unnat'ral spite, (And no great harm he hop'd) was, how

You have an Author's fame o'erthrown, Th’ enlighten'd world would take it now:

Thereby to build and fence your own. If they admitted it, 'twas well;

These crimes successive, on your trial, If not, he never talk'd of hell;

Have met with proofs beyond denial; Nor even hop'd to change men's measures, To which yourself, with shame, conceded, Or frighten ladies from their pleasures.

And but in mitigation pleaded. One accusation, he confess’d,

Yet that the justice of the court Had touch'd him more than all the rest ;

May suffer not in men's report, Three Patriot-Letters, high in fame, .

Judgment a moment I suspend, By him o'erthrown, and brought to thame. To reason as from friend to friend. And though it was a rule in vogue,

And first, that You, of all mankind, If one man call'd another rogue,

With Kings and Courts should stain your mind! The party injur'd might reply,

You! who were Opposition's lord ! And on his foe retort the lie;

Her nerves, her finews, and her sword ! Yet what accru'd from all his labour,

That You at last, for servile ends, But foul dishonour to his neighbour ?

Should wound the bowels of her friends! And he's a most unchristian elf,

Is aggravation of offence, Who others damns to save himself.

That leaves for mercy no pretence. Befides, as all men knew, he said,

Yet more

-For You to urge your hate, Those Letters only rail'd for bread;

And back the Church, to aid the State ! And hunger was a known excuse

For You to publish such a Letter! For prostitution and abuse :

You! who have known Religion better! A guinea, properly apply'd,

For You, I say, to introduce Had made the Writer change his side ;

The fraud again there's no excuse. He wish'd he had not cut and carv'd him,

And last of all, to crown your shame, And own'd, he should have bought, not starv'd him. Was it for you to load with blame

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