His Elegy, the laft that TICKEL fung, And POPE no more provokes the tuneful Throng. But careless seems of further Praife, while GAY Το To Mr. G-m; On his Defign of furnishing the Town of Sd with the Publick News Papers. H AD I the Fire of ancient Sibils, And ev'ry Mufe 'twixt Pope's and [Tibbald's, Then launch'd into prophetic Phrafe, In gliding Verse and flowing Lays, I fhould be qualified to Show, What wond'rous change this Town shall know, By your Design, dear Colonel! What Ignorance it fhall expel : How Wit fhall kindle up it's Taper, In ev'ry Head from ev'ry Paper, PART II. And Politicks be canvas'd o'er, Where Politicks were ne'er before. AND, Pow'rs immortal! can it be, That this great Theme fhould fall to me? Thy Acts, and wake thy Fame, O Gm! THO' Thanks abundance, thou wilt give, Methinks I kindle at the View; Rapt into future Times, I fee The Gain of us (thy Guests) and thee; Our Gain is of a nobler kind, More rational, and more refin'd; We come to view, and learn to know, How the World goes, and how 'twill go; So brightly blazes in old Story, So 1 So many Realms and Manners fee, We, who need rarely stir abroad, Beyond the Hills to view the Road, Our Sight beyond the Glaffes reach, And fees the Courts of all the Nations, Their Strength, their Genius, and their Fashions; The Riches, Policy, and Trafick, Of Europe, Afia, and of Afric. Great Sphere of Learning, boundless Knowledge, Beyond the Reach of School or College; Our Thoughts from Coal-Pits, up to Thrones, Or vulgar Keelmen and their Cafter's To high Difputes of Peace and Wars, 'Mongst Powers, and Kings, and Emperors; Th' Additions, Explanations, Flaws, Amends of Bills, and A&s, and Laws. SEE from what Pens, our News approaches, And diff'rent Hands give diff'rent Touches; With various Stile and Elegance, Each Author propagates his Sense; One fhows his Wit in Admirations, Another, to it roundly falls, Thus Fowlers o'er their Prey prevail, And kill with Bullets, or with Hail. But of all Monsters that ftare at us, That Chafm, which Scholars name Hiatus, Does most our lab'ring Wits confound; All Penetration, there is drown'd; So puzled Hobbs, did once enquire Into the Peak of Derbyshire, But could not for his Blood and Soul, Find out the Depth of Elden-Hole. But |