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QUEEN ANNE TO ABP. TENISON, 1707." 
MY LORD, . Tuefday. 
This is {0 defre youwould do me the 
favour on Fryday morning about eleven 
o'clock, to bring me the Shee that 
is to be made in the Common Prayer, 
——s 
mrs 
Original Poetry. 
* fDeeat, 
which you are to lay. adie the great 
Council that day, becaufe I fhould be 
glad to fee it before it comes thither. 
Tam your very affcftionate friend. 
“6 For the Archbijbop 
of Canterbury.” 
209 SS ee 
ORIGINAL POETRY. ~ 
EPITAPH: 
the ToMB-sTONE: of the late 
ESQ. 
Engraved of 
CHRISTOPHER KELLY BELLEW, 
at BATH. 
writ LE oft too partial, the fepulchral 
firain. 
Fiows a fond tribute to the great and vain, 
Let Friendfhip’s tear the meed to Virtue pay, 
Bellew ! thy life ihall judify the lay. 
In liberal views, and Jetter’d eafe refin’d, 
True to his God, his country and his kind; 
With zeal he fought what moral ftores fupe 
fied 
And found shibedioghy to faith: allied ; 
And though untimely death’s dire mandate 
came, 
When rich in knowledg 
fame, 
From life’s lov’d fcene fubmiffive he retir’d, 
And with a Chriftian’s calmeft hope expir’d. 
— ee 
e and when ripe for 
Zhe TEARS of BOND-STREET, for the BE- 
PARTURE of SPRING. 
[Written in Auguf?, 1804.] 
yyita duft encumber’d, and with heat op- 
pref, 
Beferted Bond-freet thus 
preit : 
Fhe chariot clofe, that emuloufly hides ' 
The quick-drawn Fair within its painted 
des; 
mmGe 
Barouches gay, that partially difclofe 
The {miling belles to the admiring beaux; 
Or friendlier Sociable, that kind difplays 
Sis we eM &il"d feats to the enraptur’d gaze 5 
be curricle,, the phen wala on high, 
ri ser: re venturous youths each other *s {kill defy, 
How late adorn’a my gaily aaed fireet! 
Deligh ful difcord and confufion {weet ! 
PAy weil pret pavement beafted fhining rows 
OF white-rob’d ladies and oged- beaux ; 
Graffini, Addington, engage the chat,” 
Thesprice of ftrawberries, or Invafion’s 
threat. 
St. James’s bell, unmark’d, the hour declares, 
Unmark’d as if-ic fummon’d them to prayers. 
But now no wheels quick-turming mark my 
Way ; 
No beaux or betes my untrod paths difplay 5 
But file pe dreary, penfive and alone, 
I moura the Spring, and ail my glories gone! 
Now different foinds my torte ears afiail, 
Now diferent fights my weary eyes regale 5 
Fay-oc 
his woes ex-_ 
Now choak'd with mortar, deafened with ‘the 
found 
Of ruthle/s workmen hammering around 3.» 
Or when Burdett and Liberty the ery, 
The rabble- rout through my ftar’d confines 
fiy 5 
Profane thofe Rone es, by Fathion facred mades 
With ftep unhallow’d dare my doors - 
vade*, 
My woes increafe—lI feel by fad contraft, 
That Spring is fled and all my joys are ant 
Perhaps: fome Fair, confiu’d to works and 
books, 
6¢ Old fathion’d halls, dull aunts, and croak- 
_ ing rooks,” ; 
By purling ftreams as penfive. the reclines, 
And réads with fympathy fect woe-fraught 
lines, 
May figh to think, when thefe pat pleafures 
rife 
In gav fucceffion on her longing eyes— ¥. 
May figh to think what tedious months muft 
roll, 
Ere Hond-ftreet’ s glories re-infpire her oul § 
And mourn with me, to every-comfor tdead, 
That Spring is gone and all her joys are fled. 
Sons of the whip! far hence ye fhew — 
fkill, J 
And Brighten, Ramfgate, with amazement 
fills 
Injurious Erighton! though "tis now your 
boak 
T? enjoy thofe honours, I, with wee, have 
lof 5 
Though your now pleafing fhore and calm 
{mooth fea, 
Infpire the wandeters with deli ight and glee; 
Yet hope not long my fav’ rites to detain, 
Bound in the circle of Ton’s magic chain. 
¢ 
When frizghtful- tempefis difcompofe your 
fhore, 
When the winds murmur and the sob 
rear, . 
My gentle fubje&s then thall feek my acmek 
Where pleafure gladdens, and where beanie 
warms: 
The dazzliag crowds again fall charm ny 
view, “ 
Spring fall return, and all my joys renew. 
M. S. © 
* The mob in chace of Mr. Gibbon, en_ 
the night of the 2d of Auguf, rae hig. - 
into a shop in Soad-Greet. yo they eae 
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