ON THE 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, 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,* * 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, |