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sues :

ears its tremendous front; here all at once

And senseless for a tine, I stand; but soon, "om thousand different tongues a mighty hum By friendly jogor neighbouring whisper rous'd, ssaults my ear ; loud as the distant roar Obey the dire injunction; straight I loose ftumbling torrents; or as in soine mart Depending brogues, and mount the lofty throne public noie, for traflic far renowu'd, Indignant, or the back oblique ascend here Jew with Grecian, Turk with African Of sorrowful coinpeer: nor long delays sembled, in one general peal unite The monarch, from his palace stalking down, dreadful jargon.-Straight on wooden bench With visage all inflamd; his sable robe ke my seat, and con with studious care Sweeping in lengthening folds along the appointed tasks; o'er many a puzzling page ground:

(scourge ring intent, and sage Athenian bard, He shakes his sceptre, and th' impending th dialect, and mood, and tense perplexid; Brandishes high; nor tears nor shrieks avail; d conjugations varied without end. But with impetuous fury it descends, When lo! with hanghty stride (in size like Imprinting horrid wounds, with fatal flow him

Or blood attended, and convulsive panys. o erst, extended on the burning lake, Curs'd be the wretch, for evereloom'd to bear u foating many arood") bis sullen brow

Infernal whippings; he, whose savage hands hi bwering frowns and fearful glooms o'er- First graspid' these barbarous weapons, bilter its the Pedagogue! terrific sight; Of foul disgrace, and many a dolorous groan imple ninefold peruke, spread immense, To hapless school-boy!--Could it not suffice ariant waving down his shoulders plavs; I groan'dand toil'd beneath the merciless weight ight-hand fiercely grasps an oaken staff, By stern, relentless tyranny impos’d; ofta bunch of liuber twige sustains, But scourges too, and cudgels were reservid d by the vul jar birch, Tartarean rooi,

To goad my harrow'd sides: this wretched life ise wrankling points, in blackest poison Loading with heavier ills! a life expos'd dipt,

To all the woes of hunger, toil, distress; cta mortal pain; and, where they light, Cut ofl' from every genial source of bliss; astly furrow leave.-- A solema pause en- From every bland amusement, wont to sooth

The vouthful breast; except when father Time, ken, of old, the monarch of the floods, In joyful change, rolls round the festive hour, t raging hurricanes and battling waves, That gives this meagre, pining figure back ng the dreadful trident, reard aloft To parent fondness, and its native roofs ! vlul brow>Sudden the furious winds

Fir'd with the thought, then, then, iny towerhushi'd in peace, the billows ccasid their

ing soul rage:

Rises superior to its load, and spurns len (if mighty themes like these allow

Its proud oppressors; frantic with delight mble metaphor) the sportive race My fancy riots in successive scenes [laid bling heroes, benton wanton pliv, Of bliss and pleasures: plans and selemes are h the shelter of soine well-stor'd barn," | How best the feeling moments to improve, iy an airy circle wheel around;

Nor lose one portion of so rare a boon. ve, perchance, in private nook concealid, Is Grimalkin; instant they disperse

But soon, too soon, the glorious scenes are long Hight, cach to his secret cell;

fied, he may 'scape impending fate. Scarce one short moon enjoy'd ;(oh! transient s ceasid the general clamour; all remain And other scenes succeeded, what fierce pangs

Of'sublunary bliss!) by bitter change, [state at terror wrapt, and thought profound. Then rack my soul! what ceaseless floods of nwhile, the Pedagogue throughout the grief dome

Rush down my cheeks, while strong convuly eye-balls, like tivo blazing stars,

sive throbs

speech! ous rolls, on some unthinking wretch Heave all my frame, and choak the power of I their baleful influenca; whilst his voice, Forlorn I sigh, nor heed the geotle voice under, or the cannon's sudden burst, Offriend or stranger, who, with soothing words times is heard, and thrice the roofs re- And slender gifi, would fain beguile my woes : sound !

In vain: for what can aught avail to sooth en paleness gathers in my face, Such raging anguish? Oft with sudden glance I ny limbs a stiffening horror spreads, Before my eyes in all its horror glares the dews of death; nor beed iny cyes That well-known forin, and oft I seem to hear onted function, but in stupid gaze The thundering scourgeoil me! e'en now ! Cullinansier; from my trembling hands Ils deadly renom, raging as the pangs

[feed e-worn volume drops; oh, dire presage That tore Alcides, when the burning vest Ezt woe! for now the inighty sound, Prey'd on his wasted sides.--At length, reI with disınad tidings, once again

turnu y astonishid ears: transfix'd with awe, Within these hated walls, again à nourn

A sulles

A sullen prisoner, till the wish'd approach |By tvros from either host; each claims the of joyous holiday or festire play


(shades Releases me: ah! freedom that must end of glorious conquest ; nor till night's dan With thee, declining Sol! All hail, ye sires lovolve the sky the doubtful conflict ends. For sanctity renown'd, whose glorious names Thus, when rebellion shook the thrones oi In large conspicuous characters pourtray'd, heaven, Adorn the annual chronologic page And all th' Eternal Powers in battle met, Of Wing or Partridge; oft, when sore oppressid High o'er the rest, with vast gigantic strides, With dire calamities, ibe glad return The godlike leaders on th' embattled plais, Of your triumphant festivals hath cheer'd Came towering, breathing forth revenze an! My drooping soul. Nor be thy name forgot, Nor less terrific join'd the inferior hosts [bert Illustrious GEORGE! for much to thee I owe Of angel warriors, when encountering his Of heart-felt rapture, as with loyal zeal Tore the rent conclave_Hashing with the bize Glowing, I pile the crackling bonfire high, Of fiery arms, and lightnings, not of Jor; Or hurl the mounting rocket though the air, All heaven resounded, and the astonish'd der Or fiery whizzing serpent; thus thy name Of chaos bellow'd with the monstrous roar. Shall still be honour'd, as thro' future years The circling Seasons roll their festive round. Sometimes, by dire compulsive hunger $ 223. Written in a Lady's Ivory Table-tor? press'd,

Swir [trunk

1699, I spring the neighbouring fence, and scale the Perose my leaves through every part, Of apple-tree; or wide, o'er flowery lawns And think thou seest my owner's heart

, By hedge or thicket, bend my hasty steps,

Scrawlid o'er with trifles thus, and quite Intent, with secret ambush, to surprise

As hard, as senseless, and as light; The straw-built nest, and unsuspecting brood Expos d to erery coscomb's eyes, Of thrush or bull-finch; oft with watchfulken But hid with caution from the wise. Eyeing the backward lawns, lest hostile glance Here you may read, “ Dear charming saiz Observe my footsteps, while each rustling leaf Beneath, " Å new receipt for paint :” Stirr'd by the gentle yale, alarms my fears: Here, in beau-spelling, “ Tni tel deth;" Then, parch'd beneath the burning heats of There, in her own, “ For an el breth : noon,

Here, “ Lovely

nymphi, pronounce my doo I plunge into the limpid stream that laves

There, " A safe way to use perfume;" Tlie silent vale; or, on its grassy


Here, a page fillid with billet-dous : Beneath some oak's majestic shade recline, On t'other side, “ Laid out for shoes." Envying the vagrant fishes, as they pass,

“Madam, I die without your grace:"" Their boon of freedom; till the distant sound “ Item, for half a yard of lace."Of tolling curfew warns me to depart.

Who that had wit would place it here, Thus under tyrant-pow'r I groan, oppressid For every peeping fop to jeer? With worse than slavery; yet my free-born soul In pow'r of spittle and a clout, Her native warmth forgets not, nor will brook Whene'er he please to blot it out : Menace, or taunt, from proud insulting peer;

And then, to heighten the disgrace, But sunimons to the field the doughty foe

Clap his own nonsense in the place.
In single combat, 'midst tle impartial throng, In such a book, and such a heart,

Whoe'er expects to hold his part
There to decide our fate: oft too, inflam'd
With mutual rage, two rival armies meet

If he be wealthy, and a fool,
Of youthful warriors; kindling at the sight,

Is in all points the fittest tool; My soul is fill'd with vast heroic thoughts,

Of whom it may be justly said, Trusting in martial glory to surpass

He's a gold pencil tipp'd with lead. Roman or Grecian chief: instant, with shouts, The mingling squadrons join the horrid fray; No need of cannon, or the murderous stecl, $ 224. Mrs. Ilarris's Petition. 16x}. Wide wasting nature: rige our arms supplies ; Fragments of rock are hurl'd, and showers of To their Excellencies the Loris Justic

Ireland: * the humble peticiou of lira Obscure the day; nor less the brawny arm


iris Or knotted club avail; high in the midst

("l'ho must starve, and die a maid, ifitas: Are seen the inighty chiets, thro' hosts of foes Kumbly sheweth, Mowing their svay; and now with tenfold rage That I went to warm myself in Lady+B The coinbat burns, full many a sanguine chamber, because I was cold; streain

And I had in a purse seven pounds fourDistains the field, and many a veteran brave lings and six-pence, besides tarth's Lies prostrate; loud triumphant shouts ascenul in inoney and gold:


• The Earls of Berkeley and of Galway,

+ Lady Betty Berkeley, afterwards Gumaine

pence, makes


these aves.

this place:

, because I had been buying things for my 'Tis not that I value the money three skips of a Lady last might,

louse; tt

[house. vas resolv'd to teilny money, to see if it was But the thing I stand upon is the credit of the right.

'Tis true, seven pounds, tour shillings, and sixww, you must know, because my trunk has


hole in my wages: a very bad lock,

Besides, as they say, service is no inheritance in "erefore all the money I have, which, God

understands knows, is a very small stock,

Vow, Mrs. Dukes, vou know, and every body cep in my pocket, tied about


middle, That, tho' 'tis hard in judge, yet money can't neat to iny smock.

go without hands.

[ever I saw't! when I went to put up my purse, as God (The Devil take me! said she (blessing herself) if

would have it, mysonuck'was unripp'd, Su she soar'd like a Lejlam, as tho' I had calld d, instead of putting it into my pocket, her all to naught.

down it slipp d! [Lady to bed; So you know what could I say to her any er the bell rung, and I went down to put my more?

[before. d, God knows, I thought ivmoney was as I e'en left her, and came away as wise as I was

safe as my midenhead. [feel very light: Well; but then they would have had me gone when I came up again, I found my pocket to the cunning man! When I search and miss'd my purse, Lord, No, said I, 'is the same thing, the chaplain

I thonni I should have sunk outright. will be here anon. 1! ) Ladun, says Mary, bow d'ye do? In- So the chaplain 11 came in : now the servants deed, says I, never worse :

say he is my sweetheart, pray, Wary, can you tell what I have done Because he's always in my chamber, and I alvih may purse?

ways take his

part. i help une ! said Mary, I never stirr'd out of So, as the Devil would have it, before I was

[that's a plain case. aware, out I blunder'd, said I, I bad it in Lady Betty's chamber, Parson, said I, can you cast a nativity, when a biry got me to beliundcover'd me up warm; body's plunderd? (son like the Devil!) iciershestole away my garters, thail might (Now you must know he hates to be callid pir

do myself no harm. [very well think, Truly, says he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you innbled and toss d all night, as you may

to be more civil!

[d'ye sce, hardly ever set iny eyes together, or slept If your money begone, as a learned divine says, a wink.

You are no iext for my handling ; so take that . was a-dream'd, ineihought, that we went

from me:

(you to know. and search'd the folks round,

I was never taken for a conjoror before, ! 'ilhare in a corner of Mrs. Duke's box, tied in Lord, said I, don't be angry, I'm sure I never

arag, the money was found. [a-swearing: thought you so; 'xt morning weiold IVhittle, t and he tell You know I honour the cloth; I design to be my dume Wadyar came; and she, you ! a parson's wife;

Call my life. kaou, is thick oi hearing.

I never took one in your coat for a conjuror in ?, ad I, as loud as I could bawl, do you. With that he twisted his girdle at me like a rope, know what a loss I have had?

as who should say, (went away, said she, my Lord Colway's & folks are Now you may go hang yourself for me! and so all very sad';

(without tail. Well, I thought I should haveswoon'd: Lord ! ny Lord Dromedary || conies o' Tuesday said I, what shall I do? al 1, but that's not the business that I have lost my money, and shall lose my

true. Iail.

love too! Cury, says he, I have been a servant this Then my Lord callid me: Harry, SS said my

111c-arid-iwenty years come spring, 1 Lord, don't cry; in all the places I livid I never heard of I'll give something towards thy loss; and, says such a thing.

my Lady, So will I. says the steward, *. I remember, when I O! but, said I, wbat if, after all, the chaplain was at my Lady Shrewsbury's,

won't come to? [I must petition you. a thing as this happen'd just about the Forthat, he said can't please your Excellencies), tive of gooseberries.

The premisses tenderly consider'd, I desire your sent to the party suspected, and I found Excellencies protection,

her field of biely [I hate a thief,) And thai I may have a share in next Sunday's -vou musiknow,of all things in the world, collection;

cellencies letter, ver, I was resolv'd to bring the discourse And, over and above, that I may have your Exslily about:

[happen dout: With an order for the chaplain aforesaid, or, Dukes, said I, here's an ugly accident has instead of liin, a better: ife to one of the footmen. + The Earl of Berkeley's valet. 1 The old deaf housekeeper' alway

|| The Earl of Drogheda, who, with the Primate, was to succeed the two Earis. lerk of the kitchen.

** Ferris.
++ An usual saying of hers.

1 jr Svift. $$ A cant word of Lord and Lady B. to Mrs. Harris. SE


And then your poor petitioner, both night and Sole coat! where dast cemented by the rain day,

Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy staju! Or the chaplain (for 'tis bis trade), as in duty Now in contiguous drops the food comés bound, shall ever pray.

down, Threatening with deluge this devoted town.

To shops in crowds the daggled females fiy, $ 225. A Description of the Morning. 1709. Pretend to chcapen goods, but nothing but .

spou's No ow hardly here and there a hacker-coach abroach, Appearing, shew'd the ruddy morn's ap- Stays till 'tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. proach.

The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hair Now Betty from her master's bed had Aown, strides, And softly stole to discompose her own; While streams run down her oild umbrelas The slipshod 'prentice from his master's door Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Had pard the dirt, and sprinkled round the Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. floor.

Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Now Moll had whirld her mop with dextrous Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs. Prepar’d to scrub the entry and the stairs. (airs, Box'd in a chair, the beau impatient sits, The youth with broomy stumps began to trace While spouts run clattering o'er the roofby fits, The kennelis edge, where wheels had worn the And ever and anon with frightful din place.

[deep, The leather sounds, he trembles from within The small-coal man was heard with cadence So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden stard

Till drown'd in shriller notes of chimney-sweep: Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to be free! Duns at his Lordship's gate began to meet, (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns (3 And brick-dust Moll had scream'd through Instcad of paying chairmen, tan them throu.. half the street:

Laocoon struck the outside with his speas, The turnkey now his flock returning sees, And each imprison'd hero quak'd for fear

. Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees.

Now from all parts the swelling kennelser The watchful bailitis take their silent stands, And bear their trophies with them as the : And school-boys lag with satchels in their Filth of all hues and odours seem to tell hands.

What street they sail'd from by their sight

smell. $ 226. A Description of a City Shower. In They, as each torrent drives, with rapid for Imitation of Virgil's Georgics. 1710.

Froin Smithfield or St. Pulchre's shape .."

course; CAREFUL observers may, foretel the hour, And, in huge confluence join'd at Snovi->

By sure prognostics, when to dread a show'r. Fall from the conduit prone to Holborn-be. While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o'er Sweepings from butchers' stalls, dung, gets Her.frolics, and pursues her tail no more.

and blood, Returning hoipe at pight, you'll find the sink Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, . Strike your offended sense with double stink.

drench'd in mud, If you be wise, then go not far to dine; (wine. Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbl. You'll spend in coach-hire more than sare in down the flood. A coming show'r your shooting corns presage, Old aches will throb, your hollow tooth will rage;,

$ 227. On the little flouse by the Church Sauntering in coffee-house is Dulman seen;

of Castlenock. 1710. Hedamns the climate, and complains of spleen, Whoever pleareth to enquire

Meanwhile the south, rising with dabbled Why yonder steeple wants a spire, A sable clood athvart the welkin fings, [wings, The grey old fellow Poet Joe* Thatswill'd more liquor than it could contain, The philosophic cause will show. And, like a drunkard, gives it up again. Once on a time a western blast Brisk Susan whips her lineu from the rope, At least twelve inches overcast, While the first drizzling shower is borne aslope: Reckoning roof, weathercock, and all

, Buch is that sprinkling which some careless Which came with a prodigious fall! quean

And, tumbling topsy-tury round, Flirts on you from her mop, but not so clean: Lit with its botton on the ground. You fly, invoke the gods; then, turning, stop For, by the laws of gravitation. To rail; she, singing, still whirls on her nop. It fell into its proper station. Not yet the dust had shunn'd th’unequal strisc, This is a litle strutting pile But, aided by the wind, sought still for life; You see just by the church-yard stile ; And, wasted with its foe by violent gust, [dust. The walls in tumbling gave a knocks "Tivas doubtful wlrich waq rain, and which was And thus the steeple got a shock: Ah! where must needy poci seck for aid, From whence the neighbouring farmer calle When dust and rain at once his coat inviade? The steeple, Knock; the vicar, t Walls, Mr. Beaumont of Trim,

+ Archdeacon Wall, a correspondent of Switch

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The vicar once a week creeps in,

Whene'er he chanc'd his hands to lay Sits with his knee up to his chin;

On magazines of corn or hay, Here conns his notes and takes a whet, Gold ready coin'd appeard instead Till the small ragged Alock is met.

Of paltry provender and bread; A traveller, who by did pass,

Hence by wise farmers we are told,
Obsery'd the roof behind the grass ;

Old hay is equal to old gold;
On tip-toe stood, and rear d his snout, And hence a critic deep maintains,
And saw the parson creeping out;

We learn'd to weigh our gold by grains.
Was much surpris’d to see a crow

This fool had got a lucky hit,
Venture to build his nest so low.

And people fancied he had wit:
A school-boy ran unto't, and thought Two gods their skill in music tried,
The crib was down, the blackbird caught. And both chose Midas to decide :
A third, who lost his way by night,

He against Phæbus' harp decreed,
Was forc'd for safety to alight;

And gave it for Pan's oaten reed: And, stepping o'er the fabric roof,

The god of wit, to shew his grudge,
His horse had like to spoil his hoof. Clapp'd asses ears upon the judge ;

Warburton • took it in his noddle, A goodly pair, erect and wide,
This building was design'd a model Which he could neither gild nor hide.
Or of a pigeon-house or oven,

And now the virtue of his hands
To bake one loaf, and keep one dove in. Was lost among Paciolus' sands,

Then Mrs. Johnson + gave her verdıct, Against whose torrent while he swims, And every one was pleas'd that heard it: The golden scurf peels off his limbs : All that you make this stir about,

Fame spreads the news, and people travel Is but a still which wants a spout.

From far to gather golden gravel; The Reverend Dr. Raymond I guess'd Midas expos’d to all their jeers, More probably than all the rest ;

Hlad lost his art, and kept his ears.
He said, that but it wanted room,

This tale inclines the gentle reader
It might have been a pigmy's tomb. To think upon a certain leader ;
The doctor's family came by,

To whom from Midas down descends
Andlittle miss began to cry;

That virtue in the fingers' ends.
Give me that house in my own hand! What else by perquisites are meant,
Then madam bade the chariot stand; By pensions, bribes, and three per cent,
Called to the clerk in manner mild,

By places and commissions sold,
Pray, reach that thing here to the child : And turning dung itself to gold?
T'hat thing, I mean, among the kale; By starving in the midst of store,
And here's to buy a pot of ale.

As t'other Midas did before?
The clerk said to her, in a heat,

None e'er did modern Midlas choose
What! sell my master's country seat, Subject or patron of his muse,
Where he coines every week from town! But found him thus their merit scan,
le would not sell it for a crown.

That Phæbus must give place to Pap:
Poh! fellow, keep not such a pother;

He values not the poet's praise, in half an hour thou'll make another.

Nor will exchange his plums for bays:
Says Nancy, $ I can make for miss To Pan alone rich misers call;
Itiner house ien times than this ;

And there's the jest, for Pan is all. l'he Deau will give me willow-sticks, Here English wits will be to seek; And Joe my apron full of bricks.

Howe'er, 'tis all one in the Greek.

Besides, it plainly now appears
Our Midas too hath asses cais;

Where every fool his mouth applies, $ 228. The Table of Midas. 1711.

And whispers in a thousand lies; MDas, we are in story told,

Such gross delusions could not pass Turn'd every thing he touch'd te gold ; Through any ears but of an ass. He chippd his bread; The pieces round But gold defiles with frequent inueh; Glitter'd like spangles on the ground: There's nothing souls the hands so much; A codling, ere it went his lip in,

And scholars give it for the cause Would straight become a golden-pippin : Of British Midas' dirty paws; He calid for drink; rou saw him sup

Which while the senate strove to scout, Porable gold in golden cip:

They wash daway the chemic pow'r. His empty paunch that he might fill,

tibile he his uimost strength applied
He suck d his victuals through a quill; To swiin against this pop'lartide,
Intouch'd it passid between his grinders, The golden spoils ilew off apace:
Or' had been happy for gold-tinders: Here fell a pension, there a place:
He cock il his hat, you would have said The torreni inerciless imbibes
Mambrino's helm adorn'd his head: · Commissions, perquisites, and bribes,
Dr. Swift's curate at Laracer.

Minister of Trim. The waiting-woman.



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