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COUNTESS OF YARMOUTH*
MAKING THE CAMPAIGN.
WITH George, what hero can compare,
That dares protect his fav'rite fair,
Amid'st the thunder of the field?
* Amelia Sophia, Countess of Yarmouth, Mistress of George II., who left her a strong box, not to be opened but by her. She was wife of the Baron of Walmoole; and was created Countess of Yarmouth. She had a son by the king, who went by the name of Monsieur Louis; but was not owned.
The Countess of Yarmouth was inoffensive, and attentive only to please the king, and selling Peerages whenever she had an opportunity.-W.
The Countess touched twelve thousand for Sir Jacob Bouverie's coronet.-W.
To Lady Yarmouth a cabinet, with contents, which they call a £.12,000.-W.
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,
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,*
* Duke of Cumberland.
But did no great harm to the calf;
Is so frolic and cheary,
So pleasant and airy,
The youngster doth nothing but laugh.
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.
P.S. But stay, my good Lord,
By your leave, a small word,