A burst of laughter echoes all around, While, sputtering dirt, and scrabbling from the ground, 'Cease, fools, your mirth, nor sneer at my disgrace, While Churchill, careless, triumphs in his fall, Here some the watchful harpies on the shore Sour critics, frowning, view'd him as he fled; Spite bit her nails, and Dulness scratch'd her head. The gulf once pass'd, no obstacle remains, Smooth is the path, midst flower-enamell'd plains; Unrival'd now, with joyful speed he flies, Performs the destin'd race, and claims the prize. Fame gives the chaplet, while the tuneful Nine Smollet stood grumbling by the fatal ditch; Hill call'd the goddess whore, and Jones a bitch; Each curs'd the partial judgment of the day, And, greatly disappointed, sneak'd away. THE SNOW-BALL. A CANTATA. RECITATIVE. As Harriot, wanton as the sportive roe, While round his head the harmless bullets fly, AIR. 'Cease, my charmer, I conjure thee, 'Snow in thy hand its chillness loses, RECITATIVE. At humble distance thus to tell your pain, What should you meet but coldness and disdain?" Replied the laughing fair—' Observe the snow, The sun retir'd, broods o'er the vale below, But when approaching near he gilds the day, It owns the genial flame and melts away.' AIR. 'Whining in this love-sick strain, |