The Sun.
London, England, 1823-05-19 00:00:00

POEZR Y.

VAUXHALL.
BY JOHN TAYLOR, PSR.
FRAXX HAS MAN, once a brother of the brush,
Had talents much distinguish'd in his day;
But for his art he hardly car'd a rush,
If some odd mischief stumbled in his way.
This Wag was deem'd by all the social tribe,
A jovial, easy, careless, pleasant fellow,
Fond of a frolic, ready at a gibe.
And sometimes in his cups a little mellow.
There is a famous Place, yclept VAUXHALL,
Where Cits, good folks, regale, with merry hearts,
And oft to busy Waiters eager bawl,
For fresh supplies of Ham, and Beef, and Tarts.
There you may see of boxes many a row,
For such as like to feast in state designid,
With pictures deck'd, that make a goodly spew,
Now, in these pictures, IlaYmaN's skill we find.
And life': great Moral Painter too we trace,
Unrivall'd HooauTir, there his skill display'd,
Whose humour, wit, and satire, deck the place,
And whose time-honour'd laurels ne'er can fade.
There old JACK FALSTAFF, guilty of lie,
Attempts his bragging cowardice- to screen,
The:e, with the sage Magician, NELL we spy,
While surly slonsox low'rs with jealous spleen.
And there too may remembrance fondly
.trace,....
Ah ! sweet reflection to the pensive mind,--
The simple pleasures of a careless race,
Ere yet they learn to prey upon their kind
The Shuttlecock that like Ambition flies,
Driv'n by contending factions to and fro;
• The blinded bey who wanders by surmise,
True emblem of our darkling state below.
And other pastimes of our early days,
Recal in various scenes life's jocund May,
Where e'en the proud Philosopher might gaze,
And envy Ignorance its thoughtless play.
Oh ! INFANCY, whate'er thy fortune gay,
Whom no sad records of the past annoy,
Thy present rapt in frolics of the day,
And all thy future but to-morrow's joy.
But in a spacious room, Rotunda bight,
Where all the crowd. with gaping wonder roam,
There HAY MAN'S genius wings its proudest flight,
And:British triumphs decorate the dome.
Here Asia's tribes submit to English Bands,
Whileall the Blacks and IVhiter seem quite alive,
And here great Albion's Chief superior stands,_
MEER JAFFIEII, a mere nothing to LORD CLIVE.
Here AMHERST too, a iav'rite Son of fame,
Shews the true temper of a British breast,
Not more awake to Valour's active flame,
Than prompt with zeal to succour the distrest.
And other martial Heroes too are there;
GRANBY, who rears his head in naked grace—
A head that could not miss the wither'd hair,
Since wreathrof deathless laurels crown the place.
There heads of Naval Heroes, wondrous sight,
Are floating on the billows, just like fishes,
A host of heads, with powder'd locks bedight,
Borne up by Nereids, or on buoyant dishes.
And not a face among them sinking dreads,
But on they glide together full of glee,
Nor need we wonder that they raise their heads,
Since Britons find their element at sea.
At length, to dignify a train so dear,
An to complete the splendour of the scene
A sight that ev'rloyal breast must cheer, ,
A PATRIOT MONARCH, and a VIRTUOUS QUEEN,

THE SHAMROCK, THE THISTLE, AND ROSE.
In tame, as in friendship, may our islanders join,
And the Thistle and Rose with the Shamrock entwine ;
For as union gives force, and force gives us wealth,
May our emblems together still flourish in health !