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The lady Janes and Joans repair,
And from the gallery stand peeping:
Such as in silence of the night
Come (sweep) along some winding entry, (Styacko has often seen the sight,)
Or at the chapel-door stand sentry.
In peaked hoods and mantles tarnished,
Sour visages, enough to scare ye,
The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary.
The peeress comes. The audience stare,
And doff their hats with due submission: She curtsies, as she takes her chair,
To all the people of condition.
The bard, with many an artful fib,
Had an imagination fenced him, Disproved the arguments of Squib,
And all that Groomo could urge against him.
But soon his rhetoric forsook him,
When he the solemn hall had seen; A sudden fit of ague shook him,
He stood as mute as poor Macleane.°
Yet something he was heard to mutter,
“How in the park beneath an old tree,
(Without design to hurt the butter,
Or any malice to the poultry,)
“ He once or twice had penned a sonnet; 125
Yet hoped, that he might save his bacon: Numbers would give their oaths upon it,
He ne'er was for a conjurer taken."
The ghostly prudes with hagged face
Already had condemned the sinner. My lady rose, and with a grace
She smiled, and bid him come to dinner.
" Jesu-Maria ! Madam Bridget,
Why, what can the Viscountess mean?” (Cried the square-hoods in woful fidget,)
“ The times are altered quite and clean!
“ Decorum's turned to mere civility;
Her air and all her manners show it. Commend me to her affability!
Speak to a commoner and a poet!”
[Here five hundred stanzas are lost.]
And so God save our noble king,
And guard us from long-winded lubbers, That to eternity would sing,
And keep my lady from her rubbers.°
ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM
Now the golden morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
She wooes the tardy spring:
New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Frisking ply their feeble feet;
The birds his presence greet:
Rise, my soul ! on wings of fire,
Rise the rapturous choir among;
And leads the general song:
Yesterday the sullen year
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
Mute was the music of the air,
The herd stood drooping by:
Smiles on past misfortune's brow
Soft reflection's hand can trace;
A melancholy grace;
Still, where rosy pleasure leads,
See a kindred grief pursue;
Approaching comfort view:
See the wretch, that long has tost
On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigor lost,
And breathe and walk again:
The meanest floweret of the vale,
Humble quiet builds her cell,
Near the source whence pleasure flows;
And tastes it as it goes.
THE ALLIANCE OF EDUCATION AND
Πόταγ, ώ'γαθέ . ταν γάρ αοιδάν
THEOCRITUS, Id. I. 63.
As sickly plants betray a niggard earth, Whose barren bosom starves her generous birth, Nor genial warmth, nor genial juice retains, Their roots to feed, and fill their verdant veins: And as in climes, where winter holds his reign, The soil, though fertile, will not teem in vain, Forbids her gems to swell, her shades to rise, Nor trusts her blossoms to the churlish skies: So draw mankind in vain the vital airs, Unformed, unfriended, by those kindly cares,