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A stock may chance to wear a crown,
And timber as a lord take place; A statue may put on a frown,
And cheat us with a thinking face. Others are blindly led away,
And made to act for ends unknown; By the mere spring of wires they play,
And speak in language not their own. Too oft, alas! a scolding wife
Usurps a jolly fellow's throne; And many drink the cup of life,
Mix'd and embitter'd by a Joan. In short, whatever men pursue,
Of pleasure, folly, war, or love; This mimick race brings all to view :
Alike they dress, they talk, they move. Go on, great Stretch, with artful hand,
Mortals to please and to deride; And, when death breaks thy vital band,
Thou shalt put on a puppet's pride. Thou shalt in puny wood be shown,
Thy image shall preserve thy fame; Ages to come thy worth shall own,
Point at thy limbs, and tell thy name. Tell Tom, he draws a arce in vain,
Before he looks in nature's glass ; Puns cannot form a witty scene,
Nor pedantry for humour pass. To make men act as senseless wood,
And chatter in a mystick strain, Is a mere force on flesh and blood,
And shows some errour in the brain.
He that would thus refine on thee,
And turn thy stage into a school, The jest of Punch will ever be,
And stand confest the greater fool,
THE GRAND QUESTION DEBATED;
WHETHER HAMILTON'S BAWN SHOULD BE TURNED
INTO A BARRACK OR A MALT-HOUSE. 1729.
Thus spoke to my lady the knight* full of care,
First, let me suppose I make it a malthouse,
* Sir Arthur Acheson, at whose seat this was written. F. + A large old house, two miles from sir Arthur's seat. F.
| The army in Ireland was lodged in strong buildings, called barracks, which have lately been introduced into this country likewise, H.
Nor shall I, for his humour, permit you to purloin
estate." Thus ended the knight: thus began his meek wife: " It must, and it shall be a barrack, my life. I'm grown a mere mopus; no company comes, But a rabble of tenants, and rusiy
dull rums With parsons what lady can keep herself clean? I'm all over daub d when I sit by the Dean. But if you will give us a barrack, my dear, The captain, I'm sure, will always come here; I then shall not value his deanship a straw, For the captain, I warrant, will keep him in awe; Or, should he pretend to be brisk and alert, Will tell him that chaplains should not be so pert; That men of his coat should be minding their prayers, And not among ladies to give themselves aits.”
Thus argued my lady, but argued in vain ; The knight his opinion resolv'd to maintain.
But Hannah t, who listen'd to all that was past, And could not enduré so vulgar å taste, As soon as her ladysbip call’d to be drest, Cry'd, “ Madam, why surely my master's possest. Sir Arthur the maltster! how fine it will sound ! I'd rather the bawn were sunk under ground. But, madam, I giress'd there would never come good, When I saw him so often with Darby and Wood I. And now my dream's out; for I was a-dream'd That I saw a huge rat- dear, how I scream'd!
* A cant word in Ireland for a poor country clergyman, F. . † My lady's waiting woman. F. | Two of sir Arthur's managers. F.
And after, methought, I had lost my new shoes;
“ Dear madam, had you but the spirit to teaze,
You honour me much'-—The honour is mine'-
down.' • You sha'nt stir a foot. - You'll think me a clown.' . For all the world captain'--'Not half an inch
farther.' • You must be obey'd !'--'Your servant, sir Arthur! My humble respects to my lady unknown.'• I hope you will use my house as your own.'
"Go bring me my smock, and leave off your prate, Thou hast certainly gotten a cup in thy pate.”
Pray, madam be quiet; what was it I said? You had like to have put it quite out of my head. Next day, to be sure, the captain will come, At the head of his troops, with trumpet and drum. Now, madam, observe how he marches in state: The man with the kettledrum enters the gate: Dub, dub, adub, dub. The trumpeters follow. Tantara, tantara ; while all the boys holla. See now comes the captain all daub'd with gold lace: O la! the sweet gentleman! look in his face; And see how he rides like a lord of the land, With the fine flaming sword that he holds in his hand; And his horse, the dear creter, it prances and rears; With ribbons in knots at its tail and its ears : At last comes the troop, by word of command, Drawn upin our court; when the captain cries, STAND! Your ladyship lifts up the sash to be seen, For sure I had dizen'd you out like a queen. The captain, to show he is proud of the favour, Looks up to your window, and cocks up his beaver; (His beaver is cock’d; pray, madam, mark that, For a captain of horse never takes off his hat, Because he has never a hand that is idle, For the right holds the sword, and the left holds the
bridle.) Then flourishes thrice his sword in the air, As a compliment due to a lady so fair; (How I tremble to think of the blood it has spilt!) Then he lowers down the point, and kisses the hilt. Your ladyship smiles, and thus you begin; Pray, captain, be pleas’d to alight and walk in. The captain salutes you with congée profound, And your ladyship curtsies half way to the ground. Kit, run to your master, and bid him come to us, I'm sure he'll be proud of the honour you