76 AN EPISTLE TO JOSEPH HILL, ESQ. Once on a time an emperor, a wise man, An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780. I. So then the Vandals of our isle, Than ever Roman saw! II. And MURRAY sighs over Pope and Swift, That graced his lettered store. III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The loss was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. ON THE SAME. I. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom In all devouring flame, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the same. II. Over MURRAY's loss the muses wept, They felt the rude alarm, Yet blessed the guardian care, that kept His sacred head from harm. III. There memory, like the bee, that's fed From Flora's balmy store, The quintessence of all he read Had treasured up before. IV. The lawless herd, with fury blind, Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone-but still we find The honey on his tongue. THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED; OR, HYPOCRISY DETECTED*. THUS says the prophet of the Turk, No friend or follower of mine What joint the prophet had in mind. * It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity. Much controversy straight arose, He meant not to forbid the head; Thus conscience freed from every clog, You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. Renounce the world-the preacher cries. We do a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards; And one, whatever you may say, Some love a concert, or a race; And others shooting, and the chase. With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, |