When my good lord the bishop had heard the strange story, How the place was prophan'd, that was built to God's glory; [deed, With zeal he cry'd out, "oh, how impious the To cram christians with pudding instead of the Derry down, &c. creed." Then away to the Grove hied the church's protector, Resolving to read his lay-brother a lecture; But scarce had begun, when he saw plac'd before 'em, An haunch piping hot from the sanctum sanctorum. Derry down, &c. "Troth," quoth he, "I can find no great sin in the plan, "What's useless to God, to make useful to man; "Besides 'tis a true christian duty, we read, "The poor and the hungry with good things Derry down, &c. to feed." Then again on the walls he bestow'd consecra tion, But reserv'd the full right of a free visitation; Thus 'tis the lord's house, only varied the treat, Now there's meat without grace, where was grace without meat. Derry down, &c. A CONGRATULATORY ODE, MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE STATESMAN* ON HIS TRAVELS. BY JOSHUA JINGLE, Esq. POET-LAUREAT TO THE PELEMITES, SELEMITES, AND OLD England mourns her past disgrace! • Thomas Holles Pelham, Duke of Newcastle. Horace Walpole relates the following anecdote of the Duke: The Pine Apples are literally sent to Hanover by Couriers from Clermont; and, on the news of the Duke of Somerset's illness, he has transmitted his commands through the King, and by him through the Duke of Bedford, to the University of Cambridge, to forbid them electing any body but the most ridiculous person they could, his Grace of Newcastle. Nolkejumskoi* has written them, that hearing his Majesty's commands, he should by no means oppose them.-W. * Duke of Cumberland. By gibbets, gaols and axes; Her rising debts, her sinking trade, Cross'd with such cares,press'd with such pains, What wonder if she thus complains, Tells thus her dismal story; In hopes some wise, some patriot chief, But Holly* of her Councils head, * Duke of Newcastle. He was a Secretary of State without intelligence; a Duke without money; a man of infinite intrigue, without secrecy or policy; and a minister despised and hated by his master, by all parties, and ministers, without being turned out by any.—W. His speeches in Council and Parliament were flowing and copious of words, but empty and unmeaning; he aimed at every thing, endeavoured nothing; a ridiculous fear was predominant in him.-W. 1760, the Duke of Newcastle cried for his old master, desponded for himself, protested he would retire, and has Thro' foreign realms is running; Pate unaccus'd of cunning. accepted to day; thrusting the dregs of his ridiculous life into a young court, which will at least be saved from the imputation of childishness by being governed by folly of seventy years growth.-W. We give the following in addition from the same authority: But the delightful part of the night, was, the appearance of the Duke of Newcastle, who is veering round again. As its time to betray Mr. Pitt, they showed so little cordiality to this revival of connexion, that Newcastle had nobody to attend him but Sir Edward Montagu, who kept pushing him all up the gallery; from thence he went into the hazard room, and wriggled and shuffled, and lisped and winked and spied, till he got behind the Dukes of Cumberland, Bedford, and Mr. Rigby; the first of whom did not deign to notice him. You would have died to have seen Newcastle's pitiful and distressed figure; nobody went near him; he tried to flatter people that were too busy to mind him in short he was quite disconcerted; his treachery used to be so sheathed in folly, that he was never out of countenance; but it is plain, he grows old; to finish his confusion, and anxiety, George Selwyn, Brand, and myself, went and stood near him; and, in half-whispers, that he might hear, said, "Lord how he is broke; how old he looks:" then I said, "this room feels very cold, I believe there never is |