ATLAS; OR, THE MINISTER OF STATE. Yet Hercules was not so strong, A premier minister of state; Suppose then Atlas ne'er so wise; LINES WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON MR. HARLEY'S BEING STABBED, AND ADDRESSED TO HIS PHYSICIAN, 1710-11. ON Britain Europe's safety lies, Britain is left if IIarley dies: Harley depends upon your skill: Think what you save, or what you kill.1 AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG: BEING THE INTENDED SPEECH OF A FAMOUS ORATOR AGAINST PEACE. 1711. AN orator dismal of Nottinghamshire, Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire, Out of zeal for his country and want of a place, Is come up, vi et armis, to break the queen's peace. He has vamp'd an old speech, and the court, to their sorrow, When once he begins he never will flinch, But repeats the same note a whole day like a Finch.2 I told lord-treasurer of four lines I writ extempore, with my pencil, on a bit of paper, in his house, while he lay wounded. Some of the servants, I suppose, made waste-paper of them; and he never heard of them."-Journal to Stella, I have heard all the speech repeated by Hoppy, THE SPEECII. WHEREAS, nowithstanding I am in great pain The duke show'd me all his fine house; and the duchess I talk'd of a peace, and they both gave a start, But some will cry turn-coat, and rip up old stories, I answer; the Tories were in my good graces, And will quit my best friends while I'm Not-in-game. I swore to the queen that the prince of Hanover Now my new benefactors have brought me about, Though the court gives my nephews, and brothers, and cousins, Yet, since I know where a full purse may be found, THE WINDSOR PROPHECY. "ABOUT three months ago, at Windsor, a poor knight's widow was buried in the cloisters. In digging the grave the sexton struck against a small leaden coffer, about half a foot in length and four inches wide. The poor man, expecting he had discovered a treasure, opened it with some difficulty, but found only a small parchment, rolled up very fast, put into a leather case; which case was tied at the top and sealed with a St. George, the impression on black wax, very rude and gothic. The parchment was carried to a gentleman of learning, who found in it the following lines, written in a black old English letter, and in the orthography of the age, which seems to be about two hundred years ago. made a shift to obtain a copy of it; but the transcriber, I find, hath in many parts altered the spelling to the modern way. The original, as I am informed, is now in the hands of the ingenious Dr. W, F. R. S., where, I suppose, the curious will not be refused the satisfaction of seeing it. 66 The lines seem to be a sort of prophecy, and written in verse, as old prophecies usually are, but in a very hobbling kind of measure. Their meaning is very dark, if it be any at all; of which the learned reader can judge better than I: however it be, several persons were of opinion that they deserved to be published, both as they discover somewhat of the genius of a former age, and may be an amusement to the present." When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,' 5 With a saint2 at his chin, and a seal 2 at his fob, 6 'Dr. John Robinson, bishop of Bristol. 2 He was dean of Windsor, and lord privy seal. The new style (which was not used in Great Britain and Ireland till 1752) was then observed in most parts of Europe. 4 Alluding to the deanery and bishopric being possessed by the same person, then at Utrecht. Earl of Nottingham. Duke of Marlborough. "The treasurer's wand taken from Harley, whose second title was lord Mortimer. The duchess of Somerset. Thomas Thynne of Longleate, esq., married the above lady after the death of her first husband, Henry Cavendish, earl of Ogle. I have heard all the speech repeated by IIoppy, THE SPEECHI. WHEREAS, nowithstanding I am in great pain, The duke show'd me all his fine house; and the duchess I talk'd of a peace, and they both gave a start, But some will cry turn-coat, and rip up old stories, And will quit my best friends while I'm Not-in-game. I swore to the queen that the prince of Hanover Now my new benefactors have brought me about, Though the court gives my nephews, and brothers, and cousins, Yet, since I know where a full purse may be found, THE WINDSOR PROPHECY. "ABOUT three months ago, at Windsor, a poor knight's widow was buried in the cloisters. In digging the grave the sexton struck against a small leaden coffer, about half a foot in length and four inches wide. The poor man, expecting he had discovered a treasure, opened it with some difficulty, but found only a small parchment, rolled up very fast, put into a leather case; which case was tied at the top and sealed with a St. George, the impression on black wax, very rude and gothic. The parchment was carried to a gentleman of learning, who found in it the following lines, written in a black old English letter, and in the orthography of the age, which seems to be about two hundred years ago. I made a shift to obtain a copy of it; but the transcriber, I find, hath in many parts altered the spelling to the modern way. The original, as I am informed, is now in the hands of the ingenious Dr. W, F. R. S., where, I suppose, the curious will not be refused the satisfaction of seeing it. Their The lines seem to be a sort of prophecy, and written in verse, as old prophecies usually are, but in a very hobbling kind of measure. meaning is very dark, if it be any at all; of which the learned reader can judge better than I: however it be, several persons were of opinion that they deserved to be published, both as they discover somewhat of the genius of a former age, and may be an amusement to the present.' When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,' With a saint2 at his chin, and a seal at his fob, 6 Then let old England make good cheer: Dr. John Robinson, bishop of Bristol. " He was dean of Windsor, and lord privy seal. The new style (which was not used in Great Britain and Ireland till 1752) was then observed in most parts of Europe. Alluding to the deanery and bishopric being possessed by the same person, then at Utrecht. Earl of Nottingham. Duke of Marlborough. The treasurer's wand taken from Harley, whose second title was lord Mortimer. Thomas Thynne of Longleate, esq., married the above lady after the death of her first husband, Henry Cavendish, earl of Ogle. |