TO CONGRESS.

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Non vires alias, conversaque numiua seiitis ?Cede Deo.

Dixitgue, et praelia voce diremit.

Ast ilium ftdi aequales, genua aegra trahentemJactautemque utroque caput, crassumque cru-orein

0 re re,jectantem, mixtosque in sanguine dentesDucuntad naves.

“So rum a Flat to face so prime a Swell?“See’st thou not, boy, the Fancy, heavenly Malt ,“Herself descends to this great Hammerer's aid.“And, singling him from all her flash adorers,“Shines in his hits, and thunders in his floorers ?“Then,yield thee,youth,—nor such a spooney be,“To think mere man can mill a Deity!”

Thus spoke the Chief— and now, the scrim-mage o’er,

His faithful pals the done-up Dares boreBack to his home, with tottering gams, sunkheart,

Aud muns and noddle pink'd in every part. *While from his gob the guggling claret gush’d,)And lots of grinders, from tlieir sockets crush’d,f. Forth with the crimson tide in rattling frag- fments rush’d! )

No. 3.

A illustrative of the JVoble Lord’s visit to Congress, I take the liberty of giving the two follow-ing pieces of poetry, which appeared some time since in the Morning Chronicle, and whichare from the pen, I suspect, of that facetious Historian of the Fudges, Mr. Thomas Brown,the Vounger.

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OS THE DEPASTURE OF LORDS C—ST—R—GH AND ST—W—RT FOR THE CONTINENT.

At Paris ** et Fratres, et qui rapudre sub illisVix tenudre manus (scis hoc, Meuelae) nefandas.

Ovid. Metam. Lib. 12. v. 202.

GO, Brothers in wisdom — go, bright pair of Peers,

And may Cupid and Fame fan you both with their pinions!

The One , the best lover we have — of his years,

And the other Prime Statesman of Britain ’s dominions.

Go, Hero of Chancery, blest with the smileOf the Misses that love, and the monarchs that prize thee;

• Forget Mrs. Ang—lo T—yl— r awhile,'

And all tailors but him who so well dandifies thee.

Never mind how thy juniors in gallantry scoff,

Never heed how perverse affidavits may thwart thee,

But shew the young Misses thou Tt scholar enoughTo translate “Amor Fortis” a love , about forty!

And sure ’tis no wonder, when, fresh as young Mars,

From the battle you came, with the Orders you’d earn’d in’t,

That sweet lady Fanny should cry out “my stars !”

And forget that the Moon , too, W'as some way concern’d in’t.

For not the great R—G — T himself has endur’d

(Though I’ve seen him with badges and orders all shine,

Till he look’d like a house that was over insur’d)

A much heavier burthen of glories than thine.

And ’tis plain, when a wealthy young lady so mad is,

Or any young ladies can so go astray,

As to marry old Dandies that might be their daddies,

The stars**' are in fault, my Lord St— w'— rt, not they!

* There are two or three Epigrams in the Greek Anthology, ridiculing the state of mutila-tion and disfigurement to which the pugilists were reduced by their combats, ibe followingfour lines are from an Epigram by Lucilius, Lib. 2.

Kooxlvov i\ zt.pairj oo, AnoXh.tpar.", ysysvtymt,

II rtvv 0i]TO'/.O7tv)V fivfXanuvv ra x.arw.

Omos uvnury/.ov TqvJirjucna Xoia xat onda,

J’puuuaru toiv /.vnrxoiv Audta xat '-Lovy/a.

Literally, as follows: “ Thy head, 0 Apollophanes, is perforated like a sieve, or like the leavesof an old worm-eaten book; and the numerous scars, both straight and cross-ways, which navebeen left upon thy pate by the cestus,very much resemble the score of a Lydian or Ihrygianpiece of music.” Feriphrasticaliy, thus: .... .

Your noddle, dear Jack, full of holes like a sieve,

Is so figur’d, and dotted, and scratch’d, 1 declare,

Bv Your customers’ fists, one would almost believe

They had punch’d a whole verse of “The Woodpecker .there!.

It ought to be mentioned, that the word, “punching” is used both m boxing and music-

eng w T Ovid is mistaken in saying thatit was “at Paris ” these rapacious transactions took place*- we should read “at Vienna.”

“ When weak womeu go astray,

“The stars are wore in'fault than they.’’