STANZAS N THE TAKING OF QUEBEC. A MIDST the clamour of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from the patriot heart! O! WOLFE! to thee, a ftreaming flood of woe Sighing we pay, aud think e'en conquest dear : QUEBEC in vain fhall teach our breafts to glow, Whilft thy fad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled, And faw thee fall with joy.pronouncing eyes : Yet they fhall know thou conquereft, though dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rife.` Ne TL T ΤΗ T I THE HAUNCH OF VENISON, POETICAL EPISTLE, то LORD CLARE. HANKS, my Lord, for your venifon, for finer or fatter THA Never rang'd in a foreft, or smoak'd in a platter; Though my ftomach was sharp, I could fcarce help regretting, To spoil such a delicate picture by eating: I had thoughts, in my chambers, to place it in view, As in fome IRISH houses, where things are so so, for a fhow: One gammon of bacon hangs up But, for eating a rafher of what they take pride in, Well, fuppofe it a bounce-fure a poet may try, But, my Lord, it's no bounce: I protest in my turn, Of the neck and the breast I had next to difpofe; 'Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monro's: But in parting with thefe I was puzzled again, With the how, and the who, and the where, and the when. There's H-d, and C-y, and H-rth, and H-ff, I think they love venifon-I know they love beef. But hang it to poets who feldom can eat, Lord Clare's nephew. Such ties to them their health it might hurt, ending them ruffles, when wanting a fhirt. is I debated, in reverie center'd, intance, a friend, as he call himself, enter'd; nil'd, as he look'd at the venifon and me. at be the cafe, then," cried he, very gay, rrow, you take a poor dinner with me; ds-I insist on't—precisely at three: nave Johnson, and Burke-all the wits will be there; uaintance is flight, or I'd afk my Lord Clare. ow that I think on't, as I am a finner! nted this venifon to make out a dinner. ay you?-a pafty, it fhall, and it must; y wife, little Kitty, is famous for cruft. orter, this venifon with me to Mile-end; ing-I beg-my dear friend-my dear friend"" ching his hat, he brush'd off like the wind, Left alone to reflect, having emptied my fhelf, When come to the place where we all were to dine, ---A chair-lumber'd closet just twelve feet by nineMy friend bade me welcome-but ftruck me quite dumb, With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come!"For I knew it," he cried, "both eternally fail, "The one with his fpeeches, and t'other with Thrale : "But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party, "With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty. "The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew, "They both of them merry, and authors, like you: "The one writes the Snarler, the other the Scourge; "Some think he writes Cinna-he owns to Panurge" While thus he describ'd them, by trade and by name, They enter'd, and dinner was ferv'd as they came. At the top a fried liver and bacon, were seen; " At the bottom was tripe, in a swingeing tureen; 1 See the letters that paffed between his Royal Highness Henry Duke of Cumberland and Lady Grosvenor-1769. At |