Meanwhile the FOUNDER circles round, Six jetty steeds before him bound; And while the jolly huzzahs rise, Of joy unfeign'd, and reach the skies, Glad shiv'ring transports round him fly And the tear trembles in his eye; And YORK'S high Duke, with lively glee Views, turned to spits, a mighty tree. Now, music of two princely bands, Sudden, attention mute commands; Alternate strains float sweet in air, And thrill the breast of every Fair, Bears to each manly heart their charms, And all the trembling soul alarms. When evening mild, at length invades And spreads o'er earth and sea her shades, Chequer well fancied lights her face, Tell _Britain's charming Hope and Grace_. Then hasten some to laugh their hour, At the gay Stage's mirthful pow'r; Whilst gentry of the nobler sort To a grand dance and treat resort. Ah! what avail the CASTLE'S rays, Of British beauty to the blaze, Or the bright show of mimic fire, To living flames of high desire? See, cull'd from Cytherea's dove, Thick, nodding feathers scatter love; Beware the gem, the artful wreath Where all Arabia's spices breathe, The envious glove, the melting eye; Nor dare the heaving neck descry, Nor quiv'ring ancle's sprightly bound To Harmony's enraptured sound-- Or, vent'rous youths, too sure you'll find Your _hearts_ and _souls_ are left behind. Did _Anstie's_ Muse to me belong, _Brighton_ should rival _Bath_ in song; Since, ocean sprung, great Beauty's Queen Delights to trip along the _Steine_.' It was in this year that one of the Prince's boon companions, Richard Barry, seventh Lord Barrymore, made himself somewhat notorious at Brighton. He had just come of age, and into a fortune of £20,000 a year, of which he tried to make ducks and drakes as quickly as possible, especially on the turf. A characteristic anecdote of him is related in the _Sussex Weekly Advertiser_, of June 21, 1790: 'Lord Barrymore had his watch taken from him at Ascot Heath races. He missed it immediately, and followed the fellow, who stopped, and entered into conversation with a well-known _boxer_. As soon as the conversation between these _gentlemen_ ended, his Lordship went to the _champion of the fist_, and took his watch. The latter expostulating, Lord Barrymore informed him that his _friend_ had just taken his watch, and that, if he would recover it, he should have his own. The _Knight of the Knuckle_ soon regained his Lordship's watch from the pupil of _Barrington_, and retrieved his own.'