'Tis true you are

A man of war,

Of courage stout and try'd ;

It was, we know,

But word and blow,

When honour seem'd your guide.

Lord Fanny* once

Did play the dunce,

And challeng'd you to fight;

And he so stood,

To lose his blood,

But had a dreadful fright.

Poor member Ned,

Said something bad,

And wrote it down to York;

Your sword you drew,

And at him flew,

And fought like any Turk.

* Lord Hervey, who fought a duel with Mr. Pultney. He being turned out of place turned patriot, and made three fine orations against the repeal of the Gin Act. Sir Charles Williams made a couple of ballads on the occasion, with much wit, to ridicule both Sandys and Lord Hervey. -W.

No man so dread,

That wore a head,

Durst either speak or write

Things, to dispraise

Your virtuous ways,

But draw he must, and fight.

Tho' once so brave,

I'll call you knave,

And show you 're courage-bound

For if you dare

With me to war,

You must the nation round.

The following Character of SIR ROBERT WALPOLE* was drawn from the Life by SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS, Knight of the Bath, in an Epistle to the Right Honourable HENRY Fox.

BUT Orford's self I've seen, whilst I have read, Laugh the heart's laugh, and nod th' approving head.

Pardon, great Shade ! if, duteous, on thy hearse
I hang my grateful tributary verse :

If I, who followed through thy various day,
Thy glorious zenith, and thy bright decay,
Now strew thy tomb with flowers, and o'er thy

urn,

With England, Liberty, and Envy, mourn.

His soul was great and dar'd not but do well, His noble pride still urg'd him to excel;

* Sir Robert Walpole was killed by Jurin's Medicine for the stone.W.

Above the search of gold, if in his heart
Ambition govern'd, Av'rice had no part.
A genius to explore untrodden ways,

Where prudence sees no track nor ever strays; Which books and schools, in vain attempt to teach,

And which laborious art can never reach.

Falsehood and flattery, and the tricks of Court, He left to Statesmen of a meaner sort;

Their cloaks and smiles were offer'd him in vain, His acts were justice, which he dar'd maintain, His words were truth, and held them in disdain. Open to friends, and e'en to foes sincere,

Alike remote from jealousy and fear;

Tho' Envy's howl, tho' Faction's hiss, he heard,
Tho' senates frown'd, tho' death itself appear'd;
Calmly he view'd them, conscious that his ends
Were right, and Truth and Innocence his friends.
Thus was he form'd to govern and to please;
Familiar greatness, dignity with ease,
Compos'd his frame; admir'd in every state,
In private amiable, in public great,