ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS. BY THE MOB, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1780. ཇ. So then the Vandals of our isle, II. And MURRAY sighs over Pope and Swift, III. Their pages mangled, burnt, and torn, The loss was his alone; But ages yet to come shall mourn The burning of his own. ON THE SAME. I. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom Over MURRAY's loss the muses wept, Yet blessed the guardian care, that kept III. There memory, like the bee, that's fed Had treasured up before. IV. The lawless herd, with fury blind, Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone-but still we find The honey on his tongue. THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED; HYPOCRISY OB, DETECTED *. THUS says the prophet of the Turk, * It may be proptir to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, inte the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity. Much controversy straight arose, These choose the back, the belly those; He meant not to forbid the head; Thus conscience freed from every clog, You laugh 'tis well-The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. Renounce the world-the preacher cries. We do a multitude replies, While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards; Can see no evil in a play; Some love a concert, or a race; And others shooting, and the chase. Reviled and loved, renounced and followed, With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, N THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. Ye nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red Her favourite, even in his cage, Where Rhenus strays his vines among, Or only with a whistle blest, The honours of his ebon poll Were brighter than the sleekest mole, With which Aurora decks the skies, |