being the work of God,
the other the creation of man.

2 Duke Humphrey.--An ideal personage, with whom the un-
fortunate wight is said to dine who has not got a dinner to
eat.

_Sans_ viands, drink, or necessary clothing,
Reckless of fate, and even existence loathing;
Great King amidst each various passing matter
On this auspicious day, I will not flatter;
Not that I cannot; aye, as well as any
Of heretofore or present laureat Zany!--
But lack of payment, Sir, and lack of zeal;
Could I your gracious bounty hope to feel,
Invention then, on eagles wings should rise,
And laud your nameless virtues to the skies!--

But as it is,--all hail the King!--
With shouts let now the welkin ring,
And hence all doubts and fears;
May ages yet to come obey
The Fourth King George's lenient sway,
Even for a thousand years!{1}

Methinks his portly form I see,
Encircled at this grand Levee
By courtly lords and ladies;
Returning every bow with smiles,
Where selfish adulation's wiles
A profitable trade is.

But where, amid this grand display,
Is Soutkey, on each natal day
Who charm'd with Ode delicious?
Why absent now the tuneful lore,
Why sing not, as in days of yore,--

Has Roy'lty grown capricious?
Or barren is the courtly verse
Of genuine subject, to rehearse
The mighty monarch's fame;
His public virtues, private worth,
To chant in grateful measure forth,
And o'er the world proclaim?

Tush, man! a driveller then, thou art,
Unequal to the merry part
Thou undertook'st to play;--
The Birth-day comes but once a year,
Then tune thy dulcet notes and clear,
Again in annual lay.

1 When the combined fleets of England and Spain blockaded
the port of Toulon, the Spanish Admiral terminated a
dispatch to Lord Hood with the following notable wish,--May
your Excellency live a THOUSAND YEARS!

Thou, who wilt still persist to write
In public apathy's despite,
Can claim no just pretension
On which to found a vague excuse;--
Then trust, in dearth of