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To Phoebus he preferr'd his case,
The godhead would have back'd his quarrel;
But with a blush, on recollection, Own'd that his quiver and his laurel 95
'Gainst four such eyes were no protection.
The court was sate, the culprit there,
Forth from their gloomy mansions creeping,
The lady Janes and Joans repair,
Such as in silence of the night
Come (sweep) along some winding entry, (Styack has often seen the sight)
Or at the chapel-door stand sentry .
In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd, i0s
Sour visages, enough to scare ye,
The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary.
The peeress comes. The audience stare,
And doff their hats with due submission: no
She curtsies, as she takes her chair,
Your poultry cannot yet be found:
The bard, with many an artful fib,
Had in imagination fenc'd him, Disprov'd the arguments of Squib, ii5
And all that Groom could urge against him.
But soon his rhetoric forsook him, When he the solemn hall had seen;A sudden fit of ague shook him,
He stood as mute as poor Macleane. no
Yet something he was heard to mutter,
(Without design to hurt the butter,
"He once or twice had penn'd a sonnet; its Yet hop'd, that he might save his bacon:
Numbers would give their oaths upon it,
Var. V. 116. Might, Ms.
V. 115. Squib] Groom of the chamber. G.
James Squibb, was the son of Dr. Arthur Squibb, the descendant of an ancient and respectable family, whose pedigree is traced in the herald's visitations of Dorsetshire, to John Squibb of Whitchurch in that county, in the 17th Edw. IV. 1477. Dr. Squibb matriculated at Oxford in 1656, took his degree of M.A. in November, 1662, was chaplain to Colonel Bellasis's regiment about 1685, and died in 1697. As he was in distressed circumstances towards the end of his life, his son, James Squibb, was left almost destitute, and was consequently apprenticed to an upholder in 1712. In that situation he attracted the notice The ghostly prudes with hagged face
Already had condemn'd the sinner. 130 My lady rose, and with a grace—
She smil'd, and bid him come to dinner.
"Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget,
Why, what can the Viscountess mean?"
(Cried the square-hoods in woful fidget) i35 "The times are alter'd quite and clean!
"Decorum's turn'd to mere civility;
Her air and all her manners show it. Commend me to her affability!
Speak to a commoner and a poet!" Ho
[Here five hundred stanzas are lost.]
And so God save our noble king,
And guard us from long-winded lubbers,
That to eternity would sing,
And keep my lady from her rubbers.
of Lord Cobham, in whose service he continued for manv years, and died at Stowe, in June, 1762. His son, James Squibb, who settled in Saville Row, London, was grandfather of George James Squibb, Esq. of Orchard Street, Portman Square, who is the present representative of this branch of the family. Nicolas. V. 116. Groom] The steward. G.
V. 120. Macleane] A famous highwayman hanged the week before. G.
See a Sequel to the Long Story in Halcewill's History of Windsor, by John Penn, Esq. and a farther Sequel to that, by the late Laureate, H. J. Pye, Esq.
POSTHUMOUS POEMS AND
ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM
Left unfinished by Gray. With additions by Mason, distinguished by inverted commas. (I have read something that Mason has done in finishing a half written ode of Gray. I find he will never get the better of that glare of colouring, ' that dazzling blaze of song,' an expression of his own, and ridiculous enough, which disfigures half his writings. V. Langhorne's Lett. to H. More, i. 23.) See Musae Etonenses, ii. p. 176.
Now the golden morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
V. 1. Sophocl. Antig. v. 103, xpiWae afiipag /3Xe <papov; and Dyer. Fleece, lib. iii. " Grey dawn appears, the golden morn ascends." Luke.
V. 3. "Vermeil cheek," see Milton. Comus, v. 749.
Luke. V. 4. "Rorifera mulcens aura, Zephyrus vernas evocat herbas." Senec. Hipp. i. 11. Luke.
V. 8. "Half rob'd appears the hawthorn hedge,
Warton. First of April, i. 180. See Mant's note on the passage. Add Buchan. Psalm xxiii. p. 36. " Quae Veris teneri pingit amcenitas."
V. 9. "Hinc nova proles,
Artubus infirmis teneras lasciva per herbas
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She wooes the tardy spring:
New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; i0
Rise, my soul! on wings of fire,
"O'er the broad downs a novel race,
T. Warton, i. 185. V. 17. Mason informs us, that he has heard Gray say, that Gresset's " Epitre a ma Soeur" gave him the first idea of this ode; and whoever, he says, compares it with the French poem, will find some slight traits of resemblance, but chiefly in the author's seventh stanza. The following lines seem to have been in Gray's remembrance at this place:
*' Mon ame, trop long tems fietrie
Va de nouveau s'epanouir;Et loin de toute reverie
OccupG tout entier du soin du plaisir d'etre," &c. Lucret. v. 282, "liquidi fons luminis." Milt. P. L. vii. 362, " drink the liquid light." Luke.