Nor do I want the proper tools
To baffle knaves and govern fools.

I well know how to suit the case

To please his Lordship, or his Grace.
A title here, a pension there,

A ribband, or a velvet chair:

A taper wand, or some such thing,
Will most men to my purpose bring.
The views of my aspiring soul

Have not yet reach'd the wish'd for goal.
Much added greatness I've in view,
And many a stately thing to do:

Nor have I yet enroll'd my name
In the bright register of Fame:

Nor are my schemes for public glory
Matur'd to shine in future story.

The world well knows I've labour'd hard,

Nor yet obtain'd my fair reward.

-To you each secret I reveal:

The patent has not pass'd the seal,
Which a new-titled name prepares

For me, and my ennobled heirs.
I also mean to build a college

For the increase of useful knowledge.
My well-weigh'd plans, my various schemes
Are not, believe me, idle dreams;

And, 'twere a pity thus to spoil
The blessings of my patriot toil :
For Power and Wealth, well understood,
Have such vast means of doing good.

Then let me stay, till some disaster

Tells me to quit my Royal Master;

Or, till I'm forc'd, by Party Rage,
From off the Ministerial Stage;

And when my state and power forsake me,
I ll thank you, then, to come and take me.'

'I'll take you now!'-the Spectre said. He spoke the fatal jav'lin sped.

-The Statesman's number'd with the

dead.

TOM HIGGINS

How few, alas, are to be found
In this world's ever-varying round,

Who, to their real interest true,

Keep that thing, COMMON SENSE, in view.
How many, by their passions led,

By some fallacious phantom fed

With airy hope and empty dream,

Run on through Life from scheme to scheme; And though they shun the shoals of ruin, Though Fortune smiles on all they're doing, Yet find, at last, their time misspent, As they have never found Content. Though Power and Wealth may be obtain❜d, It follows not that they have gain'd The chearful heart, th' approving hour Which far outweigh both wealth and power. That Sense which suits the means to ends, And keeps our deeds and conscience`friends, Though sometimes caught in Folly's snare, Fails not the error to repair.

VOL. I.-C