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THE

UNEMBARRASS'D COUNTENANCE,*

A NEW BALLAD:

To the Tune of "A Cobler there was, &c. &c."

·Sume superbiam

Quæsitam meritis.

Behold young Balaam, now a man of spirit,
Ascribes his getting, to his parts and merit.

HOR.

POPE.

TO a certain old chapel, well known in the town,
The inside quite rotten, the outside near down,

* 1755, Pitt. He spoke at past one for an hour and thirty-five minutes: there was more humour, wit, vivacity, finer language, more boldness, in short, more astonishing perfections, than even you, who are used to him, can conceive. He was not abusive, yet very attacking on all sides; he ridiculed Lord Hillsborough, crushed poor Sir George Lyttleton, terrified the AttorneyGeneral, lashed my Lord Granville, painted the Duke of Newcastle, attacked Mr. Fox, and even hinted up to the Duke of Cumberland.-W.

Pitt surpassed himself; and then I need not tell you,

A fellow got in who could talk and could prateI'll tell you his story, and sing you his fate.

Derry down, &c.

At first he seem'd modest and wonderous wise,

He flatter'd all others in order to rise:

Till out of compassion he got a small place,

Then full on his master he turned his a

Derry down, &c.

He bellow'd and roar'd at the troops of Hanover, And swore they were rascals whoever went over: That no man was honest who gave them a vote, And all that were for 'em should hang by the

throat.

Derry down, &c.

that he surpassed Cicero and Demosthenes. would their formal laboured cabinet

What a figure orations make

vis-à-vis to his manly vivacity and dashing eloquence ? he spoke above an hour and a half with scarce a bad sentence..

-W.

He always affected to make the house ring
'Gainst Hanover troops and a Hanover king :
He applauded the way to keep Englishmen free,
By digging Hanover quite into the sea.

Derry down, &c.

By flaming so loudly he got him a name,

Tho'
many believ'd it would cost him a shame :
But nature had given him, ne'er to be harass'd,
An unfeeling heart, and a front unembarrass'd.
Derry down, &c.

When from an old woman,by standing his ground, He had got the possession of ten thousand pound, He said he car'd not for what others might call

him,

[Balaam.

He would shew himself now the true son of Sir

Derry down, &c.

Poor Harry, whom erst he had dirtily spatter'd, He now crouch'd and cring'd to, commended

and flatter'd ;

Since honest men here were asham'd of his face, That in Ireland at least he might get him a place.

Derry down, &c.

But Harry resentful first bid him be hush,
Then proclaim'd it aloud that he never could

blush;

Recant his invectives, and then in a trice

He would shew the best title to an Irish VICE.

Derry down, &c.

Young Balaam ne'er boggl'd, but turned his coat, Determin'd to share in whate'er could be got Said, I scorn all those who cry impudent fellow, As my front is of brass, I'll be painted in yellow. Derry down, &c.

Since yellow's the colour that best suits his face,
And Balaam aspires at an eminent place,
May he soon at Cheapside stand fix'd by the legs,
His front well adorn'd, all daub'd over with eggs.
Derry down, &c.

Whilst Balaam was poor, he was full of renown; But now that he's rich, he's the jest of the town: Then let all men learn by his present disgrace, That honesty's better by far than a place.

Derry down, &c.