HORACE.—What if the God, whose bands we broke, Again should tame us to the yoke! What if my _Chloe_ cease to reign, And _Lydia_ her lost power regain! LYDIA.—Though Phosphor be less fair than _he_; _Thou_ wilder than the raging sea; Lighter than down; yet gladly I With _thee_ would live, with _thee_ would die.—ED.] * * * * * [Another version of this Ode published in the _Anti-Jacobin Review_, vol. 1, pp. 597–8 (the successor to the _Anti-Jacobin_), may perhaps not be considered out of place here. It was written by the Rev. C. E. Stewart, a constant contributor to the former journal. THE HONEY-MOON OF FOX AND TOOKE. _Donec gratus eram tibi._ FOX.—Since Fox of his Tooke is possest, No sorrows my bosom can harass; What Director was ever so blest? I’m greater, far greater than Barras. TOOKE.—If Fox to his consort is true, And this blest Coalition sincere, I’ll engage as a private with you, Nor envy thy fame, Robespierre. FOX.—You once were the worst of my foes, E’en Pitt I detested not more, When you dar’d my Election oppose, And eternal antipathy swore. TOOKE.—Not to you was my hatred confin’d, Your father I styled “The Defaulter,” Drew a portrait of both, and consign’d Both father and son to the halter. FOX.—Drive these hated reflections away; For you I would gladly resign. Jockey Norfolk, big Bedford, and Grey; But they answer your purpose and mine. TOOKE.—Whate’er you attempt or intend, I am yours, and will bring at your call, Binns, Gurney, Scott, Ferguson, Frend, Corresponding Society—all. BOTH.—Thus reconcil’d, fond, and delighted, Together we’ll ride in the storm, While Jacobin Clubs, all united, Make a radical, perfect Reform.—ED.] [Illustration] No. XVIII. March 12, 1798. We are indebted for the following exquisite imitation of one of the most beautiful Odes of Horace, to an unknown hand. All that we can say is, that it came to us in a blank cover sealed with a ducal coronet, and that it appears evidently to be the production of a mind not more classical than convivial. ODE.