ON THE

COUNTESS OF YARMOUTH*

MAKING THE CAMPAIGN.

WITH George, what hero can compare,

Or who like him a sword can wield; That dares protect his fav’rite fair,

The god of war out done we see;

In action Venus he dismiss’d, Till he had made his foe to flee,

Then slyly after battle kiss'd. But George, to love and war allied,

Both deities at once admires; And swelling big with Martial pride,

By Love allays his glowing fires.

A poetical Epistle,

FROM A GREAT MAN IN THE ARMY,

AFTER THE

BATTLE OF DETTINGEN.

THE King, save his Grace,

Is in very good case,
Tho' scorch'd by the heat of the fire;

For all the long day,

He heard the guns play,
But would never-no never-retire.

His highness the Duke,*
Whose leg a ball took,

But did no great harm to the calf;

Is so frolic and cheary,

So pleasant and airy,
The youngster doth nothing but laugh.

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So many fine clothes,

We've got from French beaus, That I've chang'd my blue coat for a better;

From a cottage wrote I,

With Neiperg close by, And “ Bumper, 'squire Jones” in my letter.

For of the late fight,

In faith I can't write,
Because I know nought of the matter :

But in one or two days,

I'll find out some ways,
To make of it a damnable clatter.

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P.S. But stay, my good Lord,

By your leave, a small word,

Of the guns which we brought from Hanover;

Without their assistance,

What's English resistance ? With us, before God, 'twas all over.

• Earl Stair was so disgusted at the preference and partiality shown to the Hanoverians, that he resigned his com. mand.-W..