THE GRAND SECRET DISCOVERED, 315 But, no; the wine is on the lees; Their lazy hours in gowned ease Whose earthly bosoms ne'er could feel Nor Orpheus have we now to save; Save where, beneath Kilcannon's arch, Proceed, fair maid-'t is thine to dare SIR, THE GRAND SECRET DISCOVERED. I HAVE frequently heard of a toast, said to have been given by a worthy Alderman celebrated for such productions: "Success to the wooden walls of Old England all the world over, and every where else!" The latter part of the toast has occupied much of my attention; but I could never penetrate into the depth of the sage Magistrate's meaning, until I read in the Gazette the promotions at the Admiralty, on the 25th October last. It is with extreme pleasure I communicate to the public, through the medium of your. patriotic journal, a most valuable addition to political and geographical science, which brings to light such an important accession of territory, as will amply com→ "Sævis inimica virgo belluis."-HOR. +"Blanda et amitas, fidibus causis ducere- quærens." pensate our national loss, if we should be obliged to abandon Walcheren, and withdraw our army from Portugal and Spain. Charles Cobb, Esq. Rear Admiral of the Blue, it seems, has been promoted, by the wisdom of His Majesty's Ministers, to be Rear Admiral of the White, after being allowed to remain for a considerable time unemployed in the tomb. Lieut. Dove has also been promoted to the rank of Master and Commander, in the fleet serving on the same station. It is said, that, on receiving His Majesty's commission, they bounded with joy, and hastened to go on board. By the last advices received from the squadron in the Dead Sea, we learn that the French had been driven entirely from the Elysian Fields, and that the remainder of their fleet in that quarter was now closely blockaded at the mouth of the river Styx. The following ships are in our squadron :-Royal George, Queen Charlotte, Blenheim, Invincible, Venerable, Repulse, Nassau, Sceptre, York, and Proserpine frigate. It was confidently expected, that the energetic wisdom of the present Administration, which had fitted out the grand expedition, would quickly send them a large reinforcement, under the direction of that distinguished officer Ally Croker. Nelson and the heroes from Trafalgar have distinguished themselves by their accustomed gallant ardour, in vigorously pressing upon the enemy. It is hoped, that by their exertions he will be brought to such distress as to grant us, on honourable terms, " a speedy peace and soon." That event will highly gratify the country, particularly, Sir, yours, &c. BRITANNICUS. ( 317 ) LORD GRENVILLE'S LETTER TO HIS FRIENDS MY [From the Morning Post, Nov. 22.] Y friends, I entreat, without fail or defection, YE GILT SPURS. [From the Morning Chronicle, Nov. 23 1 E Bond Street loungers! delicate and soft, DRYDEN'S ODE TO MUSIC IMITATED, &c. [From the Morning Post, Nov. 25.]. TWAS at a glorious row, for Clifford won, After the play was done, Aloft in drunken state Was plac'd the stupid candidate His fit compeers were plac'd around, Look'd like a Dutchman's bloated bride, The None but O. P.'s should have such fare. Whose pages let for "filthy hire,” With O. P. flaming high upon his crest, Oft as his friends were hard by numbers press'd, His coward form shrunk back; he sneaks behind the rest.. Next he sung the boxes fill'd With nought but rabble rout; In daring falsehoods he was skill'd How high upon a pole it hung, Scatt'ring its perfume wide. Each brainless hound admires the sound: A Jacobin! they shout around; A Jacobin! the vaulted roofs rebound. With ravish'd ears young Wienholt hears, And shakes his lengthen'd ears. The praise of Clifford then the lyarist sung, *Vulgarly termed-Jackey. The DRYDEN'S ODE TO MUSIC IMITATED. The jolly dog in triumph comes, Sound your rattles, beat your drums; Flush'd with a purple grace, He shows his brazen face! Now give the whistles breath-he comes! he comes! Old Brentford echo'd back the strain: When we count the plunder'd gain. At length he tumbled on his nose, The lyarist saw the madness rise, Soft slumber to infuse; He sung of Cowlam, (call'd him good,) Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,' Fallen from his self-rais'd state, And weltering in his blood. Deserted in his utmost need, 319 *Young in law. |