EPIGRAM.

FROM two domestic acts of pious zeal

Learn what calamities sad mortals feel.

When Lord GEORGE GORDON of the Pope afeard,

(That was before he show'd a Jewish beard)

When he his Whiggish Mob had raised, they fly

On poor Lord MANSFIELD's harmless Library.
Then were his legal Writings, precious store,
Burnt, or dispersed as Sibyl's leaves of yore.

Twelve years elapsed from that disastrous tide,

And lo! another storm from t'other side!

In vengeance on their Presbyterian foes

The loyal Mob of Birmingham arose;

And as their zeal for Church and King grew hot,

All PRIESTLEY's books and papers went to pot.

Losses like these till then we never saw;

Priestley's Divinity and Mansfield's Law.

ON

TWO ENGLISH POETS,

WHO FLOURISHED IN THE FORMER HALF OF THE LAST CENTURY, AND FUBLISHED COMPLIMENTARY VERSES ON EACH OTHER.

EDWARD, thy Ode's too long by half,

Stephen's Reply might spare a quarter :

Now, in my judgment, Stephen's song
Is as much better, as 'tis shorter.

Edward declares, though Milton's lines
Rise to an unexampled height,

That, in heroics, Stephen shines

Like Milton, and almost as bright.

Stephen for quittance makes reply,

That nothing in the world could hinder

(Except his native modesty)

Edward from taking place of Pindar.

Stephen and Edward all this while

Are lying to each other's face;

Edward can do 't in bolder style,

But Stephen with a better grace.