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THE ENGLISH
DANCE OF DEATH
FROM THE DESIGNS OF
THOMAS ROWLANDSON
WITH METRICAL ILLUSTRATIONS
BY THE AUTHOR OF
*
DOCTOR SYNTAX'
VOLUME
NEW
EDITION
METHUEN AND
LONDON
1903
CO.
NOTE
'"THIS
Issue
is
founded on the original
Edition published by R.
in the year
1815
Ackermann
ADVERTISEMENT
The Dance of Death
known
have
to
Subject
so
well
employed the
Talents
of
dis-
tinguished Painters
that
little
is
is
the
in
Ages of Superstition,
required to recall
it
to the Recollection
of the Antiquary, the Lover of the Arts, and the

Artist.
Holbein
employed
is
more
Pencil
his
without
but,
Masters
who
have
attract
itself.
the
Few
in
entering
Dance of Death,
to
particularly recorded as having
into
treated
the
public
Remains
Work
a
Subject
Object
Attention
are
to
now
the
it;
those
of
is
visible
Original Paintings which represented
Kind
of
Detail
the
present
of this
merely
Subject
of
them
in the latter
Shelves
of the
Skill
Volumes which contain
Form, are
learned
the
but they
have been perpetuated by the more durable

of the Engraver, and the
the
to
be found on the
and curious
Collector.

ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH
VI
The
Subject
according
is
to
the same in them all;

the
Fancy
the
of
but varied
Painters;
or,
perhaps, from local Circumstances attached to the
Places which they were respectively intended

decorate.
The
Exception,
the
predominant
Representation
Skeletons, sometimes,
tudes,
indeed,
all
Ranks,
of
in
and with rather a Comic
Persons of
the
Feature
is,
to
without
one or more
Grotesque Atti-
conducting
Effect,
and Ages, to
Conditions
Tomb.
Mr. Rowlandson had contemplated

with the
ners,
View of applying
it
the Subject
exclusively to the
Customs, and Character of
Man-
Country.
this
His Pencil has accordingly produced the Designs,

which, in the Order they were delivered to me,
have accompanied with Metrical Illustrations
Mode
of proceeding which has been sanctioned by
the Success of our joint Labours in the
Doctor Syntax?
The
First
Volume
'
Tour of
therefore of
the
English Dance of Death, which has appeared
in
Twelve successive Numbers,
to the Public in a
Volume
collected
will follow in the
is
Form.
now
presented
The Second
same mode of Publica-
ADVERTISEMENT
tion.
is
Though
borrowed,
Claim to
Name and Tenour
the
and
local
of the
Work
allowed some
be
may, perhaps,
it
Vll
The
characteristic Originality.
most serious Subject attached
Nature
our
to
is,
indeed, presented with a Degree of familiar Pleasantry which
not
is
Particular, the
common
to
it
But,
in this
Example of the Painters who
first
suggested and propagated the Idea has been

lowed, and no other Vivacity has been
in these Pages, than has
the Cloisters of
in
the sacrilegious
displayed
been found on the Walls
of Edifices dedicated to Religion
represented
fol-
St.
and was thus

Paul's, before
Pride of the Protector Somerset
caused the Dilapidation of that Appendage to the

Metropolitan Church of the Kingdom.
But
am
not afraid of being accused by reflecting Minds,

of having introduced an unbecoming
Levity into
the following
may
Pages:
for
that Writer
surely
claim the Approbation of the grave and the good,
who
familiarises
necting
it,
in
the
Mind
with
Death, by con-
any way, with the various Situations
and Circumstances of
Life.
THE AUTHOR
TIME AND DEATH

AN INTRODUCTORY DIALOGUE
DEATH
1
Father Time
am
To
well
fume and
we
are
met
fret,
see that mortals have the power
Thus
To
dispos'd to
'tis
to prolong Life's fleeting
see
them thus display the
That blunts
my
And, though the
To make men
hour
art
unavailing dart
fatal
arrow
sped,
's
when they
live
are dead
While you with placid eye look on,
Nor blame the mischief that

Nay,
in
an age
is
i.
gone and
past.
your motions, are so slow,
With such a measur'd

vol.
done
suffer the records to last
When many
You,
is
step you go,

That were
not for sword and
it
fire,
and storms and tempests
Earthquakes,
dire,
Temples and towers of ancient days
Would now
Nay,
still
their perfect structures raise.
the Antiquarian's toil
Digs deep for Greek and
Roman
spoil,
In Desolation's arid fields
The
perforated cavern yields
The
vase, the statue,
Rais'd from
th'
and the
Thus, 'neath the modern
The
their various
So
idly
art.
you your power employ,
art restores
'Tis true,
And
appears
forms impart
blended grace to modern
That
dome
treasures of far distant years,
Which, by
bust,
accumulated dust.
what you destroy.
you thin the flowing
pluck the brow
'till it is
hair,
bare
You, by degrees, can mark the face
With your own venerable
And
As
it
tell
draws near
But
if
grace,
the weaken'd form to

its
bend
journey's end.
nor pain, nor sickness aid,
Nor rending
care the heart invade,
Your progress
is
so slowly made,
;: ;

That
The
So
all
too late
stroke of
Man's made
my
to feel
impatient steel
that I 'm courted to attend
The
old man's death-bed as a friend
When, my
stern purpose to revile,
Departing Nature beams a smile.
The
love dispatch,
once
I strike at
dunce
wit, the wise, the fool, the
The steel-clad
soldier, stout
and
bold,
The
miser, with his treasur'd gold
The
studious sage, and matron grave,
The haughty
I strip,
and the
noble,
slave.
with unrelenting paw,
The ermine from the
man
of law
Disrobe the prelate of his lawn,
And dim
Of
with clouds the op'ning
Beauty's charms
.That drops
Nor
upon the
dawn
drink the tear
early bier
spare I Tenderness or Truth,
The hoary
head,
th'
ingenuous youth
And Vice and Virtue ever prove

An equal doom with Hate or Love.
I seize
the victor in his car,
Encircled with the spoils of war
Unmov'd by power, unaw'd by

I strike
state,
the monarch's guarded gate,
And
in that very
The
cot beneath the elm-tree's shade.
by one
fatal
word, can dry
The streaming
Or
hour invade
tears of Misery,
stop their loud, promiscuous laugh,
Who
But
the rich midnight goblet quaff.
power contents me
all this
When
man
the
Nor with
dies, his
rot
surviving fame defy
The arm by which
To
not,
name should
all
mortals die.
Egypt's beauteous
The worm
Queen
with fig-leaves cover'd
bore
o'er,
Whose venom'd weapon did impart

Its fatal
moisture to her heart.
But
she lives in prose and song,
still
Her bark
Still
are
still
its
glides the
purple
waves among
sails unfurl'd
To woo the man who shar'd the world.

When my hand seiz'd young Ammon's
sword,
And from
the earth bore off
its
Lord,
renown,
could not
could not blast the laurel crown
Wove by
To
stifle
his
the cunning hands of Fame,
consecrate the victor's name.

Such when
his glorious life is done,
Will be the
meed
He
It
Wellington
name
that ne'er shall die.
Old Time, so long ago

my spear laid those monarchs
is,
dignify
That no memorial
Of who
And
is
plains,
supplied,
they were, and
still
low,
whose cold remains
The pyramids oppress'd the
But
envious power defy,
leave a
Since
To
my
will
And
of
when they died
these structures
mock
the sky,
your submissive power defy.
Thus Art
contrives,
we
feel
it
true,
To laugh
me and
you.
These carving, painting, writing fellows,
at
own
it,
Behold
Who
make me
baffle
very jealous.
this host of antique elves
range along the crowded shelves,
They
represent the king, the sage,
The
great
The
And
wise and weak of ev'ry time,
and good of
ev'ry age
villains nurs'd in ev'ry clime
See with what pride these
artists
shew 'em,
Let loose your scythe, old Boy, and
mow 'em.

Be, for once, active in your trust,
Breathe,
and corrode them into
no dominion
I 've
That makes men
Nor can destroy
Who
page
o'er the
live
his
dust.
from age to age
marble form
long since fed the hungry worm.
Could
I,
no name should ever bloom,
Or on the
page, or on the tomb.
and
I say, 'tis hard,
still
complain,
That man should die and
live again.
That Art should from Oblivion save
The mould'ring
That
it
tenants of the grave
preserves, in form
and
feature,
Whate'er has been a living creature.
A goldfinch
Though
To do
the
but what of that?
deed. Though
For want of
And on
dies,
I inspir'd the savage cat
its
care,
perch
Betty
the bird
it
But
still
is stuff' d,
may have
alive.
spoil'd its note,
the thing preserves
Again,
I say, as
you must
its
coat.
see,
That Art and Learning both
To
huff'd
seems to thrive
Nay, looks as well as when

'Tis true, I
's
laugh at you, and baffle me.'
agree,
TIME
'
What, Grisly Shape, do you complain,
And
curse the limits of your reign
You, who can wage continual
With
all
things that partake of
Lamenting, though your spear
Each moment, through a
You
life,
is
hurPd
suffering world?
are allow'd the fatal art
To
break a neck or break a heart,
To
let
out
life
Your savage
as
will
it
may
suit
you murd'rous
What would you more ?

The
funeral trains in ev'ry street

stately
mausoleums
altars for
your
rise
sacrifice.
More do you want ?
Among
brute.
you hourly meet
And
As
strife
then take a dance
the blood-stain'd fields of France
Ask Revolution how she sped

With her innumerable dead.
Is not your grasping
arm content
With the whole bleeding Continent?

Could
YOU
your frantic wish enjoy,
The world
itself
Creation's
bounds you would
And
you would destroy
be yourself a Suicide.
bestride,
; ;;

More calmly
then, pursue your trade,
Take up the mattock and the spade
Heap
dust on dust, add grave to grave,
Forget to fume, and
And
fret,
and rave
tune the burthen of the song
" That life
is
While you grin
but Art
short
o'er the
The Heav'n-born
the story
into a hearse
Bard's inspired verse
You may, from mere
resentment,
Th' unconscious Painter,

Yet, with his
long."
page before you,
You know you cannot touch

Nor can you shove
is
Work,
his
if
you
Name
kill
will
shall live,
And
share the praise that
The
sculptur'd forms that stand around,
Time can
By my
preserving spells are bound.
So
arrang'd by that decree
'tis
Whose law commands both

Cease then,
Your Lamentations
You
've told
'Tis I
who
and
ME
pray you, to complain,
And now you
YOU
give.
me
will
all
in
are vain.
what
feats
you shine,
attend to mine.
to the
human
race
Give the immeasurable space,

Which from
the sera of
my
<
birth,
Form'd the vast scene of man on earth
And
will, in
order due, extend,
Till the vast scene of
My
course
make no
noise, I breed
Indeed, where'er
It
mows down
But
'tis
And
I
man
and
regular
is
my
days,
shall end.
quiet,
no
riot.
scythe appears,
and months, and
a tranquil, silent deed;
other days and years succeed.
sometimes wear a wintry robe,
And,
in
But,
do
The
fragrant zephyrs of the Spring
dark mantle, clad the globe

I ever fail to
And
the
With
office,
But
I ne'er
And
bleeds.
the year I bless the eye
infinite variety.
My
on
next succeeds,
Autumnal vintage
Thus through
my
may annoy,
sometimes,
hurry to destroy
well-pois'd wings attend,
wait for Nature's ling'ring end.
May not I boast that

To all that decorates
give birth
the earth
And, with renewing charm, supply
The waste
of
bring
The bounteous Summer
years,
all
beneath the sky
10
Old
age, the
common
eye
In meaner things as well as

But,
when the antique
When
I
scan
will
man
turrets
fall,
the storm shakes the mould'ring wall,
leave the venerated place
For modern
And make
The
and
art
skill to
grace
the wond'ring plain admire
stranger forms and
new
attire.
'Tis true, destruction I employ,
But
preserve e'er I destroy.
When
you, and your twin-brother Care,
A life prolong'd
You
to mortals spare,
say, I wrinkle o'er the cheek,
And make
the pate so smooth and sleek
But that
Wisdom's garb, and wore
is
By Nestor sage
in
days of yore
Nay, as your ghastly eyes may

'Tis worn,
see,
you scraggy Shape, by me.
If Sickness hastens the decline
Of
fading
They
I
life, if
pains combine,
are your ministers
not mine.
lead by slow and mild decay
you that interrupt the way.
'Tis
You
To
force the youth in vernal bloom,
seek the Winter of the tomb.
; ;
II
Life left to me, through ev'ry stage,
Would
Its
pass from infancy to age
flame
Would
the Climacteric
in the
Socket sink
But know, our
And
WE
When,
My
final
shall share a
at last
will
come,
common doom
in the world's last hurricane,
pennons broad
And you
I flap in
shall ghastly grin
With not an arrow
Then
hour
past,
in
vain
and
shiver,
your quiver
mortals, mortal then
no more,
Shall to empyreal regions soar
Then
TIME
shall
end and DEATH
die,
And
MAN
quaff Immortality.'
shall
;;
THE ANTIQUARY'S LAST WILL

AND TESTAMENT
Well,
am
going, (JFungug said,)
As Lawyer 12 approach'd the bed

I
'm drawing to the close of
And, as
I 've neither child
life,
nor
wife,
am just turning o'er my will,

And wish to add a codicil
For
have sundry treasures
Which
And,
I
as I soon shall cease to breathe,
wish some
To
those
When
relics to
who
bequeath,
will their
life is past,
and
value
And, as
I dictate
To my
you
own
am gone
So take your pen, prepare
rare,
are not yet recorded there;
to write
indite.
old friend ir (ZEtomunU lurnfe,
leave the Eighth
Tis well preserv'd

At top and bottom
King Harry's Thumb

;
in gold
'tis set,
tipp'd with Jet
14
And
And
can prove, by word and date,
other documents of weight,
he
That
eTromtoell, for
As a
Tobacco-stopper us'd
And, as my
This
little,
As he
form must daily
its
it
To Horace
says
it,
it.
friend shall thus
antique curious
He'll think
As soon
abus'd
oft
employ
Toy
see,
"Remember me."
Dactyl, next I give,
as I shall cease to live,
The Lock
of Hair which caused the
That Pope has painted to the Life.

Sailing aloft in Fancy's car,
His Muse has changed
don't reveal
brib'd the Lady's Maid
But
I
know
better
in that
precious
Cabinet
gem
it
to steal
And
to a star
it
it
it lies,
to Poet's eyes.
But though, as Antiquarian Fare,

It will
not any value bear
For not a century has sped,

Since
it
adorn'd a lady's head
Yet to the Muse
'tis
This Lock the Bard
ever dear,
will
long revere
strife
And
thus
that I bestow
it is
'Cause Horace
>act#I, is
it
a Poet.
give the Cushion, finely scroll'd,
With faded
flowers
Whose
embroidery was plann'd
And
rich
and tarnish'd
work'd by &nna
From which
Before the
So
Headsman gave
the stroke,
cousin Kate,
loves to be devout in state
that, hereafter, she
To
hand
her prayers did Heav'n invoke,
To my good maiden
Who
'Bolepn'tf
gold,
'11
be seen
say her prayers like any Queen.
The
The
Shuttle-cock,
^cotttei? JElarp,
Of treas'nous
And
which
oft
amus'd
when accus'd
plots, of
many
a wile,
did ,the heavy hours beguile,
As within Fotheringay's towers

She pass'd the sad and
I
to
The
my
Mtpt)t\jo lawful leave,
Battledore
For well
ling'ring hours,
know
also give
there
is
but one
Indeed, 'twere best, as could be shewn,
That he should play the Fool, alone.
l6
There 's Turpirts bones well put together,
Which many a year withstood

As on
the weather,
a Gibbet's height they hung,
And, when the wind blew
briskly,
swung.
Tis now a century ago

Since this same Knight work'd mickle woe,
On certain
And travel
folks that
go abroad,
on a public road.
These he had got a way
And
to frighten,
of their cash and watches lighten
But having ventur'd on the Mail,

His fortune then began to
Tyburn,
at length, his
On Hounslow Heath
fail.
triumphs ended
to
be suspended
In time the iron chains gave way,
And
I
to preserve
him from decay,
had the unsettled bones new
And
plac'd
them
in
my
This curious Skeleton

If
he
will
To my
my
And
Cabinet.
I leave,
bequest receive,
Friend &H*0op, who, as Mayor,
Will one day
As
set,
fill
the City Chair
such a paunch he doth unfold,
largest
barrow could not hold.
This Legacy
In the true
do commend,
spirit
of a Friend

That
may
it
To one
this
good lesson
Ve known
11
Though you
"
Though
"
And
so long
tell,
so
for years, that
ev'ry
well.
Carcase
line,'
day on dainties dine
crack your jokes, and drink your
wine.
"
Though you 're
so fat
you
one day
'11
see
" Yourself, good

" And,
11
all
Sir,
as thin as
me;
your joyous banquets past,
shape, like mine, you'll have at last."
A Bull's Horn
A unique thing a perfect
full six feet in
Nam'd, by Antiquarians
The growth
Nay,
treasure,
sage,
of a far distant age
by many understood,
'tis
To 've been
measure,
I give it
Horn
but
before the flood.
I can't
proceed,
Howe'er important be the deed,

I
'm so fatigu'd and
To-morrow,
In reading, some
For
'tis
a trouble
Holla
My
VOL. I.
full
of pain
Hatoper, call again.

relief I
now
holla there
voice will never
11
seek,
to speak.
!
much
fear
make them hear
Nor have
To
That
As
to tell
been so nimble,
Hatoger %>lv has
to slip
And he
strength to pull the bell,
up Jonathan,
call
on Queen Mary's thimble
has managed to purloin
velvet purse
and
all its
coin
So wrought, and of such ancient
That they are ten times worth
Most
Constable shall give him greeting.
Indeed,
wish that
When
and
if
hurl'd,
'twere
Deatfj appear'd,
Old jfungu0
And saw
were
this pilf 'ring world.
I can't stay long,
their weight.
surely, at to-morrow's meeting,
At once, out of
'
date,
lifted
up
now
and made
'm not alarm'd, (he calmly
least, for
said,)
You
me
go
fam'd Deucalion's time,
this old
world was in
Say, in those days did
And
stay.
wish to know,
now, before
liv'd in
When
fierce, I pray.
one half-hour
A thing or two,
tell
Bow.
his eye,
do not your approach upbraid
So
his
the Grisly Spectre nigh.
But look not quite so
At
'
o'er top us
its
prime.
men grow
bolder,
by head and shoulder?
; ;
19
Or did those antiquated people
Grow up
as tall as
Besides,
my
Whether
Or
to
For
'11
still
be
Egyptian
Prepare, (cried
like
Roman
mummy
be an
know, dread
least,
lives
'11
settle this
>eati>
And
aim'd
11
'11
to-day
is o'er,
Sir, (it
was replied)
satisfied.
Cat
remember that
'11
employ,
lives to destroy
while Grimalkin you bespatter,
But
stay,
thousand more.'
nine minutes you
Her, and her nine
And
cannot
kill'd
If so impatient, kill the
She has nine
Antiquarian.'
your small concern
That you are seldom
At
burn'd
turn'd
IDeati),) I
I shall slay full ten
out,
of doubt,
have ten thousand
And when
'
'm determin'd, thou Barbarian
When dead to
'
steeple
Mill does not make
a matter
It is
modern
important matter.'
pois'd high the fatal dart,

it
at the old
man's heart.
not be burned then,'
be a
Mummy yes
jf unguis cries,
'
and
dies.
20
THE LAST CHASE

When
From
morn begins
their short sleep the
In hope
They
the fair
to break,
Hunters wake
elate, in spirits gay,
to the
woodlands haste away
And, as they chearful pass along,
Make
the
hills
echo with their song.
SONG
No life 's like the Hunters', no joy like the
No pleasures like those of the Chase
We
envy not such as are dangling
at
sport,
Court
For some fid-faddle pension or place.
To
the summit of grandeur the proud
man may
rise,
The miser may

While
the
revel in wealth
Chase
we
pursue,
gives
constant
supplies
Of
good-fellowship, gladness and health.

As
the stout pack
Is forgotten
We know
And
We
and
we
21
follow each trouble of
left far
behind
life
not the names of Contention and
Strife,
cast all our cares to the wind.
breathe the keen
air,
mount
the
hill,
sink the
dale,
While the
Nor
swift-flying
in view
is
laugh at old Death and
But Death, who happen'd
to
be there,
is
Ordered
be brought
his palfry to
th'
And, as they
ev'rywhere,
unconscious Hunters sought
carroll'd
on
The expected triumphs

The
way
their
of the day,
wily Archer lurk'd unseen,
To watch them
through the forest green
And waited for the appointed place

To wield his dart, and shew his face.
But now behold the sport begin
To
To
the loud Hunters' cheering
!-
din-
the hounds' animating cry
The
hills
fail,
his crew.
For that same Power
When He,
moment, our pleasures can
think, for a
And
game
and dales and woods
reply.
;;;
; ;
22
The
Deer, unharbour'd from the brake,
Does, from his sides, the dew-drops shake
And, springing from
his leafy bed,
branchy head
Tosses
aloft his
Makes
a short, fearful pause, to hear
The
dreadful concert in his rear
Then,
And
lawn he swiftly
o'er the
flies,
to the distant covert hies.
Poor
fugitive,
Or through
he
flies in vain,
the wood, or o'er the plain
Shoots down the steep, or skims the vale
For
the alarming sounds prevail.
still
The cunning
With
pack, to Nature true,
certain steps his flight pursue.
As the scent more

With
familiar grows,
livelier force their
ardor glows
The Hunters cheer along
And
vocal
On some
As
is
the glade,
the Sylvan shade.
high brow he turns to view,
his sides pant, the clam'rous
crew
Now
joins the herd, where late he reign'd,
And
all
a monarch's rights maintain'd
But when they see him press'd with woe
No more
But from
Or
drive
their
former Lord they know
his
danger quickly
him
to his destiny.
fly,
He
23
now, half-spent, regains the wood,
Or plunges
in the
Each brake he
running flood
and
tries,
traces o'er
Those haunts he knew so well
Where he had
before,
led the herd to graze
In better times, and happier days
When
Peace beam'd
o'er the
Nor hounds nor horns
What
His strength
He
The horns
He
in vain
o'ertake
'till
nigh
is
he
him
tries,
and he
dies.
breathe forth the plaintive strain,
follow'd
the steep
But,
their tott'ring load sustain.
notes proclaim
Death
Up
the foe
gone
more
effort
The hounds
Whose
is
fly
weary limbs with pain,
his
That scarce
One
disturb'd the plain.
he do, or whither
shall
lifts
Sylvan reign,
hill,
on
'The deer
is slain.'
his courser pale,
or through the dale
the fatal hour drew nigh,
veil'd himself
from
ev'ry eye.
'Twas then his horrid shape appear'd,
And
With
his shrill voice the

his fell dart
Hunters heard
he points the way,
Th' astonish'd Hunters
all
obey
;;
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Nor can they
stop the Courser's speed,
Nor can they shun

But
follow, with
The
the deadly deed
impetuous
force,
potent Phantom's mortal course
Down
the steep
The Hunters
Thus
'tis
fall
with
The Chase
cliff.
to
man
rise
is o'er-
no more.
whate
er his views,
Whate'er the game that he pursues
Whether he seeks
Whose
th'
Imperial sway,
sceptre myriads obey;
Or
strives to place the glitt'ring
Of
martial glory on his
plume
tomb
Or, to attain the golden store,
Does
distant seas
Courts ev'ry
toil,
and realms explore
and thinks
it
sweet
To
eat the bread, the careful eat
Or
yields to Passion's stormy power,
Or basks
in Virtue's sunshine
Whether
the
Whose
And
Mausoleums
hour
rise,
pinnacles assail the skies,
to far distant times proclaim
The honour
of a Patriot's
What though
name
the Cypress' mournful shade
Darkens the spot where Beauty
's
laid

Or
25
the clear verdure of the sod
Protects the Peasant's last abode

Still
Fate pursues still mortals
The chase continues

Howe'er they
Death
live,
till
fly,
they die.
where'er they
fall,
Mighty Hunter earths them
all
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;:
THE STATESMAN
It
Can
is
not wealth,
it is
not power
give to Life a ling'ring hour
When Death commands, whose

All creatures that have
Monarchs must
And
life
potent sway
obey,
lay their sceptres
yield the splendour of a
down,
crown
For ever quit the suppliant crowd,
And change
the purple for a shroud
To-day, the victor laurels bloom,
To-morrow
wither on the tomb
Ambition, from
its
tow'ring height,
Sinks to the shades of endless night
The Miser counts

Then goes
When
The
to
wake no more.
ebbing Life begins to
fail
rosy cheek of youth grows pale
Dimm'd
And
to rest
his treasure o'er,
is
the lustre of the eye,
set the teeth of ivory.
What, though we reach the heights of Fame,
Or boast
of Honour's proudest
name
2^
What, though the minstrel pleasures wait
With tuneful accents
Though
at
our gate
to Parnassian height
Or dive profound
we
soar,
in Learning's lore,
Fate hovers o'er Life's varied throng,
And
dust to dust concludes the song.
'Tis then, that
Vice appall'd, dismay'd,
At Death's impenetrable shade,
Would
From
give
its all, if
that could save,
the deep horrors of the grave.
'Tis then, that Virtue rides sublime
Above the misty scenes
of
Time
'Tis then, the sainted spirit flies
To
happier climes, and purer skies.
Statesman, awake thee from the dream
Of boundless
wealth, of
For know, proud
To
To
call
man
power supreme
that I
thee to thy destin'd
am come
home
bid thee quit thy gorgeous state,
And
yield thee to the will of Fate.'
Thus whisper'd Death,
To peep behind
With
all
as
he was seen
the gilded screen,
the well-bred etiquette
Claim'd by a great man's Cabinet.
:;:
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The Statesman shudder'd
When
he beheld
th'
with affright
unwelcome
sprite
But, soon recovering, thus address'd,
The Fears and Wishes
To
know
thee well
strive thy
of his breast.
and
purpose to
By any pow'r
that
still it is
You may,
fill
give
live,
impart,
your murd'rous hour,
boots not whether
Or
vain
perhaps, withdraw your dart.
So that you
It
'tis
restrain,
Time can
my wish to
And when my reasons I
But
that
men
in pow'r,
their vile Lacquies are
When dead no
better
For once, dread
Sir,
your prey
we than
the great
they.
man
spare,
And
take the rogue behind his chair
Nay,
would thank you,
To sweep
as
you 're
able,
those Messieurs from the table
For, in their
bosoms may be found
Things that were better under ground.

If I
'm to
live,
'twere just as well
That there should be no

Besides,
I
'11
to
if
you
your
will
int'rest
tales to tell
deign to hear,
make
it
clear

That,
if
You '11
me
you bring
my
to
29
end,
lose a very useful Friend.
Money,
that forms the potent bribe
For the world's mercenary
From North
to South,
tribe,
from East to West,
Man's cherish'd and most welcome guest
Whose hope doth

Of Time
Though
Cannot
Did
Or
ev'ry heart pervade,
the universal Trade

lov'd while Life retains
arrest the
glitt'ring offer
would be vain
Vou would
the splendid
sending off supplies,
To
boon
cannot subsidize.
nation's treasures I controul,
Of an Exchequer's wealth
But
'tis
the soul;
not by such petty dealing
can awake your nobler feeling
To
your Ambition
To
speak these words
"
disdain.
purchase Friends and quicken Spies
But Death
"
breath,
the mines of Chili hold,
Here am
its
hand of Death.
rivers rich in flowing gold,
The
apply
" Thou shalt not
I HI check the purpose of my spear,

And leave you to a future year "
die
;;
30
Since
From
My
the
have held the scales of power,

first
moment
to this hour.
commanding word
Policy's
Unsheath'd the necessary sword
And
my
by
Battle,
councils led,
Beholds the bleeding heaps of dead.

I 've
check'd
And
thus your gloomy realms increase
ignoble cry of Peace,
th'
While daily Mausoleums
As
altars for
Strike
me
your
and some weak, timid
May, by mischance, be
Who
will
And
call
is, I
War
the bribe
all,
glories of
your reign.
know, the loaded
whom
wish to keep
Nay,
embattled plain,
is th'
Vain
car,
a Nation's sons to war.
There the prime
Like
fool,
call'd to rule
not dare to mount the
Your banquet
is
rise
sacrifice.
confess,
th'
have to
offer.
Fortune has made
great,
important seat
it is
my
plan
T enjoy the good things while

And much I
To the good
coffer
strive to
shape
I can,
my
station
wishes of the nation

Nor do
To
want the proper tools
baffle
I well
To
knaves and govern
know how
fools.
to suit the case
please his Lordship, or his Grace.
A title here, a pension there,

A ribband, or a velvet chair
A taper wand, or some such thing,
men
Will most
The
views of
Have
to
my
my
purpose bring.
aspiring soul
not yet reach'd the wish'd for goal.
Much added
And many a
Nor have
greatness I 've in view,

stately thing to
are
my schemes
Matur'd to shine
The world
Nor
well
for public glory
my
I 've
fair
To you each secret

The
Fame
in future story.
knows
yet obtain'd
my name
I yet enroll'd
In the bright register of
Nor
do
labour'd hard,
reward.
I reveal
patent has not pass'd the seal,
Which
a new-titled
For me, and

I also
mean
my
name
prepares
ennobled
heirs.
to build a college
For the increase of useful knowledge.
My
well-weigh'd plans,
Are
not, believe
me,
my
idle
various schemes
dreams
32
And, 'twere a
The
pity thus to spoil
blessings of
my
patriot toil
For Power and Wealth, well understood,
Have such
vast
means of doing good.
Then
let
me
Tells
me
to quit
Or,
till
From
'm
stay,
11
'
He
my Royal
forc'd,
disaster
Master
by Party Rage,
off the Ministerial
And when my
I
some
till
state
Stage
and power forsake me,
thank you, then, to come and take me.'
'11
take you
spoke
The
the
now
'
the Spectre
fatal jav'lin
said.
sped.-
Statesman's number'd with the
dead.
33
TOM HIGGINS
How few,
alas, are to
be found
In this world's ever-varying round,
Who,
to their real interest true,
Keep
that thing,
How
many, by
By some
With
fallacious
airy
Run on
Sense, in view.
phantom fed
hope and empty dream,
through Life from scheme to scheme
And though
they shun the shoals of ruin,
Though Fortune
Yet
Common
their passions led,
smiles on
find, at last, their
all
they
're
doing,
time misspent,
As they have never found Content.
Though Power and Wealth may be

It follows
The
obtain'd,
not that they have gain'd
chearful heart, th' approving hour
Which
far
outweigh both wealth and power.
That Sense which
And
suits the
means
keeps our deeds and conscience friends,
Though sometimes caught
in Folly's snare,
Fails not the error to repair.

vol. 1.
to ends,
;;:
34
It
may not make
Nor
deal out
But when
Reason
it
us rich,
Pomp and
true,
'tis
Retinue
and
gives food, cloaths
will little
more
require
fire,
And, when Time brings us
to the last,
Sheds not a tear on what
past.
Tom Higgins
is
was a Bricklayer's Lad,
'Twas the profession of his
Dad
And soon he learn'd, with ready art,

To make the trowel play its part
The
lofty ladder
A chimney,
To do
his
mend
duty was his plan,
As he grew up
to
What though he
He
would ascend,
or a roof to
be a man.
labour'd
all
day long,
cheer'd his labours with a song
And
carrol'd forth his tunes so sweet,
That people
listen'd in the street.
Whatever was the time of day,
Somewhat he had
to sing or say
Whate'er he did, where'er he went,
His words and looks bespoke content
But though he seem'd devoid of
Tom
was a knowing one
at heart
art,
;;
; ;
;:

And, taught by oeconomic
He
35
sages,
always sav'd one half his wages.
Nor did he
cease to nurse the notion
That industry would gain promotion

That, aided by mechanic
Dame
'Twould tempt
skill,
Fortune to his
will.
His hopes were by such fancies cheer'd

For, looking round him,
it
appear'd
That men, no better than himself,
Had
gain'd in time large stores of pelf;
That Bricklayers, Masons and Surveyors,
Had
turn'd to
At length,
Aldermen and Mayors.
Tom
chang'd his course of
Engag'd in trade, and took a
By
life
wife.
good character he won
Papa's consent to be his son
While, by his tunefulness and laughter,
He gain'd the favour of the daughter.

Now he no longer was content
To
raise a simple battlement
No
longer anxious for the gain
Of
laying brick-work in a drain
more important
Houses he
line
he sought
jointly built,
and bought
Nay, he had somehow learn'd to waste
The gay man's
wealth in works of taste
36
when
So, that
sixty years
had spread
Their hoary honours on his head,
As many thousand pounds were known,

In good Bank-stock, to be his own.
But Tom, who as

Might
Had
his wealth increas'd
give, but ne'er refus'd a feast,
swell'd his well-lin'd belly out,
So that he scarce could move about
And one day
as
he
sat
and
sigh'd
O'er his protuberance 'twas replied

By
his kind Spouse, his
mind
to ease,
In some such arguments as these.
'
My
That
Since
dearest dear, you well must know,

at least, five years ago,
'tis,
have urg'd you to forbear
This tiresome
life
of
toil
and
care.
Rich beyond what we wish to spend,
Why
We
To
strive for
more,
my good
old friend
have no sons who want our

furnish
aid,
them the means of trade
We have no daughters to demand

A tempting fortune at our hand
Besides,
We move
ask
who are we here
but in a
common
sphere.

Let us to House and Lands
37
retire,
When I a Lady you a 'Squire,

May in that fair condition live,
Which money,
was made
sure,
to give.'
'Twere needless now, to stop and state
The
progress of this kind debate
Where good
Contention
He
short
Compliance sweet.
yielded soon to her desire,
To house and
and good humour meet,
sense,
's
Lady she
lands they both retire
and he a
'Squire.
All things arrang'd, the coach-and-four
Drove from the Town's deserted door

And, with due speed, convey'd them
Just thirty miles
When
they
from Hyde-Park
arriv'd, the village
strait,
gate.
crowd
View'd the new 'Squire, and humbly bow'd.
He, smiling, bore
his
weight along,
And humm'd the burden of a song

When Madam, in more stately pace,
:
Pass'd on with condescending grace.
The
village bells, in
With many
cadence sweet,
a peal th' arrival greet
While the good Vicar and

Receive them
at the
his
Spouse
Manor-house.
38
For the
first
week or
the 'Squire
so,
Did nought but chuckle and admire.
The Mansion
pleas'd
he hobbled round
Wind-tight, and water-tight, he found
So well dispos'd
It
it
it
in every line,
might have been his own design.
But, he car'd not for fragrant flowers,
Or
rippling brooks or rosy bowers
And
He
for the trees, so finely
only wish'd to cut them down.
But soon,
alas,
he found
it
That he had nothing now
To
eat
Were
and drink and smoke and
sleep,
the pleasures he could reap
all
Of being
tire
turn'd into a 'Squire.
There was no club where
Of passing
things,
folks
might prate
and mend the
state
public feasts, where loyal souls
Might speechify
To him
To
true,
to do.
In short, he soon began to
No
grown,
pay a
o'er flowing bowls.
was a perfect labour
it
visit to
a neighbour.
Indeed, so bulky was he grown,
That he weigh'd five-and-twenty stone
And
long had lost the active power
To mount
into an upper floor
;:
::

So
that,
She
left
At
when Madam chose

him slumbering
39
to roam,
home.
at
length, wheel'd forth in easy chair,
His sole delight was to repair
To
a small, shaded Inn, that stood
Contiguous to the Turnpike-road
There he would
And
eat,
and drink and smoke,
with the merry Curate joke
For, though so chang'd
He
still
in
hesitate to
own
long'd to be at Islington.
Nay, there
'11
go once more,' he
But that won't be
For wheresoe'er
fat
At Islington
bones
'
'
There, there,
I
smok'd
my
his
when
said,
am dead
Tom shall die,
till
'
envied those which went to town,
And
'
glass,
pleas'd to see the coaches pass
Nor did he
He
feature,
retain'd his pleasant nature
And, as he took the brimming
Was
form and
shall
lie.
was young and poor,
pipe at Ale-house door
And now, nor can I Fortune blame,

When old and rich I do the same
And all the good that pass'd between,
Will be as
if it
ne'er
had been.
; ;
40
?
But
still,
I trust,
Death and
He
Tom
whene'er
Higgins
it
ends,
will
be
spoke, and strait a gentle sleep
Did
o'er his yielding senses creep.
The
pipe's last, ling'ring whiff
The hand could hold

It fell,
friends.'
was
the tube no
unheeded, on the
o'er,
more
floor.
Death then appear'd, with gentle tread

Just shew'd his dart,
and whisp'ring
said,
your protection take him
'
Spirits, to
'
For nothing
in this
world can wake him.'
;;
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THE SHIPWRECK
How
proud the boast, that warlike glory
such a page in British story
Fills
And, from old England's

Blazon'd her fame, and
When
When
early date,
made
her great
the stern Henries bravely fought

the brave
Edwards
sternly sought,
On martial plains, well-earn'd renown,

And with the laurel deck'd their crown.
But
after
many an age was
o'er
New glories rose unknown before

And the brave Britons made the sea
scene of equal victory.
Still
as th' exulting
pen records,
In grateful phrase and glowing words,
The fame
Or
that crowns the British brave,
in the field or
In accents sad
Who
on the wave,
mourns
its slain
feed the deep or strew the plain.
The word
With
it
is
given, the
joyful shouts
and
Lapwing
sails,
fav'ring gales
43
;; ;

The
Vessel, trimm'd in warlike pride,
Dances upon the
rolling tide
In a few hours
sees
The white
it
cliffs
no more
of Britannia's shore.
To Biscay's bay their course they steer,

And dread no threat'ning perils near
For Britons never danger see
When
they behold an enemy.
Nor had
they, yielding to the wind,
Left, for three days, the coast behind,
When
The
lo,
a stranger
sail
sight each sailor's
For soon they hope
appears
bosom cheers
to join the cry,
So often heard, of Victory,

But
lo,
More
a furious storm arose,
terrible
than any
foes.
Borne rapidly before the
The
rolling clouds the
The Ocean
curls,
blast,
day o'ercast
the winds arise,
And
The
boist'rous squall the canvas tears
The
lightning's forky flash appears.
Fierce,
deep gloom o'erwhelms the
and more
The waves
Now
The
fierce the
skies.
tempest blew
with foam the deck bedew.
rising high,
now
sinking low,
billows in succession flow

And, when the Sun withdraws
43
his light,
New horrors wait upon the night.

No glimm'ring ray is seen around,
And moon and stars in shade are drown'd.
No more is view'd the neighb'ring land
The ship denies the helm's command
;
Onward
she wildly drives
the prow
Plunges into the depths below
Then, boldly
As
rising,
seems to
fly,
she dar'd assault the sky
if
When, 'mid the Ocean's horrid

She dashes on the
And
fatal
shore
roar,
rocking now, from side to side,
Through op'ning chasms drinks the
The
light returns,
The dismal scene

The
rising Sun,
but
'tis
to
of hopeless
tide.
shew
woe
behind a cloud
Shrinks, as afraid to view the flood,
Where
As
and warring tempests reign
'twould ne'er be calm again.
if
The
fierce
hopeless crew for mercy crave,
As they behold
Some
their wat'ry grave.
cling about the floating mast,
Some on
the pointed crags are cast,
There struggle
till
they breathe their
last.
; :
44
Others, on mountain billows
tost,
and are
lost.
Brave ev'ry danger
Two of the gallant crew alone,

Who on the rocky coast were thrown,
mourn
Surviv'd, in anguish deep, to
That they had
'scap'd
life's
briny bourn
While their sad eyes behold around,
The wreck
the dying and the drown'd.
All-bruis'd, exhausted, faint
The
and weak,
shelter of a rock they seek
There
sit
them down
to rest
but there,
Instead of hope, they find despair.
savage wildness mark'd the place
No
signs were there, the eye could trace,
That foot of man had ever trod
The
It
dreary, desolate abode.
was a spot, where nought could thrive
Where nothing
that
had
life
could
live.
Impending rocks the place surround,
And form
Where
a bold, impervious bound,
the aspiring eagle's flight
Alone can reach the tow'ring height

Beneath, the foaming billows roar
And
ceaseless lash the craggy shore.
There the brave boatswain, and
Thus
talk'd o'er their
untimely
his mate,
fate.
45
Boatswain
We
'
In
fair,
have,
my
Boy, long
sail'd together,
in foul, in every weather.
At Aboukir, we
Of Nelson's
join'd the cry
glorious victory
And, on Trafalgar's splendid day,
We
Its
saw the British

triumphs, on
th'
flag display
astonish'd Main,
O'er the best hopes of France and Spain.
Or when the
With some
And when
Gave
We
gales but gently blew,
delightful shore in view
the Moon's pale, silv'ry light
mild beauties to the night,
have in social converse
And
Or
its
talk'd of those
we
left
join'd,
behind
careless chaunted forth the stave
The Ocean
is
the Sailor's Grave.
But now the waves the Lapwing swallow,
And
we, old Joe, must quickly follow.
From
The
this
cliffs
There
's
same Cove, there
's
no retreating
are high, the waves are beating
nothing here to cut and carve
And
faith, I 'd
The
next tide bears us from the shore,
And
then our voyage will be o'er
We both
rather
drown than
shall sink, to rise
starve.
no more
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And
with our gallant messmates sleep,
All in the
bosom of the
Whether a shot should
Or the sharp weapon's
lay us low,
Our
ship
rest
is
wreck'd and
all is lost
the Sailor's
is
e'er the
There,
coast,
beneath the stormy wave
The Ocean
And
blow
fatal
Or driven on the rocky
We
deep.
Sun
my good
way
'Tis not the
Grave
deserts the sky,
fellow,
we
chuse
I 'd
shall lie.
but
still,
We must submit to his high will

Who sits aloft and he knows best
;
The Haven where we ought
to rest.'
Joe
If as
you
'Tis vain to
Though
I
say, things
make
must be
so,
complaints, you
know
cast beneath this lofty rock,
think of Mary, at the Dock.
I feel
When
the sinking at
she and
my
heart
were forc'd to part
For when she wept upon the shore,

I
thought
ne'er should see her
more

I
somehow
To hope
is
fancied, that 'twere vain
should return again.
Alas, dear
What
she ne'er will
girl,
become
For not a soul
The sad
of faithful Joe
who, the other day,
Sound
Though without
shelter
and
from the storm,
my
heart
my
hope
ev'ry
I shall see
plunge
Hear my
And
let
He
is o'er,
Moll no more
dear
me
and be
last prayer,
my
life
spoke
and
and
Ah
thou
know
I fear'd
I 've
my
friend,
suff'rings end.'
lo
art there
thee well
pain,
stormy main
in the
before
The summon'd Messenger

'
warm
is
course will ever vary,
its
Come, Death, and ease me of my
Oh
gay.
can beat, and think on Mary.
But since
And
so trim
starv'd with cold,
Nor from
it
will live to tell
Left Plymouth
While
know
disaster that befell
The Lapwing
And
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(the
sat
Seaman
but who
thee not, when, at
him
of Fate.
's
my
said),
afraid
gun,
seen the mischief thou hast done,
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Upon
And,
the deck, from helm to

faith, I
do not
fear thee
prow
now
But yield me to thy friendly power,

And welcome this my final hour/
Death wav'd his arm with furious shock,

:
The
billows dash'd against the rock
Then, with returning
The
force, they
bore
helpless victims from the shore
There sinking, 'neath the foaming wave
The Sailors found
the Sailor's Grave.
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THE VIRAGO
What
is
the richest
a fond and
I say,
Whose form
Who
Who
Nor
boon
in
life ?
faithful wife
is fair,
whose temper 's
cool,
never wants to play the fool
knows, and who performs her duty,

thinks, because she
That, from her youth
till
's
born a beauty,
she grows old,
She may both domineer and
O happy he
Ne'er
whose wedded
knew domestic feud
Who, from
scold.
life
or strife;
the partner of his heart,
Ne'er heard the word that could impart
A keen
Who,
reproach, a painful thought;
with her marriage portion, brought
A far more precious gem

The neck
Which
The
e'er
adorns, or decks the hair;
shines so bright in
all
degrees
never-failing wish to please.
Not
Which
vol. 1.
than
so the Fair
this
One
of the story
bold page now lays before you.
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Mistress Pengethly was a
Who
and only daughter she
spoil'd
Of a proud Dame
Who
The
Lady
long ago had pass'd her hey-day
was,
if
of Family,
you would take her word,
twentieth Cousin of a Lord.
Her husband
Had
left
also,
when he
died,
her his whole stock of pride
For, having been High-sheriff, he
Became, poor man,
But
as
proud
Remain'd
for Wife
and Female Heir.
Horses and hounds, and
Had
to escape this dire disgrace,
clos'd,
The
one
night, his mortal race.
house, the mortgag'd lands were sold,
Madam and
The
jolly doing,
almost brought the 'Squire to ruin
When,
He
as she
as for wealth, a mod'rate share
Miss no more behold
liv'ried train
Behind
obedient wait
their chair, or at their gate;
Compell'd, but not content, to
A Villa in
a Country
Whose household
own
Town
state alone display'd
A curly foot-boy and
maid
::

Where nought
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of finery was seen
But a Veranda, pink and green
While humble neighbours as they
Admire
Whose
With
pass.
the drap'ry, through the glass,
folds in wide luxuriance spread,
fringe
and
tassels blue
Here they deplor'd

Their lowly
fall
and
red.
their hapless fate,
and humbled
state
Chang'd the Barouche and four bright

bays
For, now-and-then, an hired chaise
From
the world exil'd and the ton,
In their small house they
liv'd alone,
Almost unseen, and quite unknown
no uncommon
And, which
is
By
former friends forgot.
all their
But
it
Who
lot,
has been observ'd by men,
wrote
it
with a knowing pen,
That Pride, whatever
ill
o'ertakes us,
Is the last feeling that forsakes us
And, beat
Still
in every other part,
keeps the fortress of the heart.
Thus, to the Vicar's humble
They 'd
talk of fashionable
And number
up,
among
wife,
life,
their cousins,
Ladies and Duchesses by dozens
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Would
Of all
quite surprize her with the story
their former days of glory
And then, in pride, return again

To some uneasy, cheerless strain
'
My
'
Is a bright
'
daughter, who, in shape and feature,
Form'd
I
say
Yet
in the highest ranks to shine,
though the
it,
is
Paragon of Nature
girl is
mine,
she doom'd to pass her hour,
Like some unheeded, beauteous flower
That never
'
And
is
expos'd to view,
fades away where
first it
grew.
but no one hears her;
Augusta
Augusta plays, but no one cheers her
sings,
'
Augusta smiles, but no one sees
We
'
Such
We
'
might as well be shrubs and trees

is
our
little
more than
What do we
dull, inactive state,
vegetate.
see in this poor town
Scarce any faces but our
own
Unless, a rare and lucky chance,
Of trav'ller gay we catch
a glance.'
Dear Mistress Goodly\ who had heard
Her husband preach
the sacred word,
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That doth the voice of comfort speak
To
those who, with devotion, seek
In heav'nly mercy the
relief
That's sure to heal our mortal grief;
Would
wisdom
say 'twas
to
submit
To what the Powers above thought fit

And Patience taught in humble phrase,
With cheering hope of
better days
That Happiness doth not depend
Upon
That
the wealth
oft,
we have
the rich, with
Are not so happy

That soon or
spend
to
all their store,
as the poor
late pale
Death
will
come
To call them to one common Home

And then, the great event will rest,
Not on the
ric/z,
but on the
best.
Thus when her Sermon she had done,

Had
curtsied,
and was
She furnish'd both
Mamma
With an whole evening
But,
to
Converted
be brief
to
fairly
gone,
and Daughter
full of laughter.
these clouds were soon
an Honey Moon.
'Tis oft the case that birth decay'd
Affects to scorn the Sons of
Trade

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And
yet, at length, will join
Of City Dames
in
the train
Mincing Lane:
Augusta too forgot her pride,
And sunk
into a Merchant's Bride.
happen'd, just about this time,
It
That, as the year was in
Mr. Pengethly
To
strut
travell'd
its
prime,
down
about his native
Town
He was a Tradesman of renown

When
Drew
waggish Cupid, from his quiver

forth a dart
Or, in his breast,
and
'tis
pierc'd his liver;
much
the same,
Augusta's charms rais'd such a flame
So
fierce
The
it
burn'd that, from her eye,
sentence beam'd to live or die.
What, though her fortune was but small,
Her Mother
said
'twas none
at all
Because she thought the enamour'd Cit
Would
take
it
out in charms and wit
For Love had quench'd
The
He
treasure was Augusta's
sought no more
bells ne'er ceas'd
The Bridegroom
self.
the point was carried,
And John Pengethly

The
his wish for pelf;
soon was married.
throughout the day
ne'er was seen so gay.

The Bride appear'd with blushing
Cover'd with muslin,
silk
and
The Banquet follow'dand

John drew
At length
his
The married
He
He
smil'd
grace,
lace.
the Ball
and paid
his purse
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for
all.
town acquaintance greet

pair in
Fenchurch
Street.
and smirk'd, but many thought
had not done the thing he ought
And
e'er three
months had
Why, he began
to think so too.
The Lady was both young and

But then she did not
She
lov'd expence,
She was
And
said adieu,
pretty,
like the City.
and he was saving
for ev'ry pleasure craving
his great object
was to sow
His money, and to see
it
grow.
She, whose soft words and modest charms

Fill'd his
fond bosom with alarms,
When in the Country first he lov'd

In Town a fierce Virago prov'd.
In short, as we
may
They now were
friends,
well suppose,
and then were
foes.
John's face was sometimes seen to bleed
'Twas a bad razor did the deed
Though
chatt'ring folks
and loving
Would say 'twas Madam's
friends
fingers ends.
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He
in his bus'ness sought relief,
And
He
getting
money
sooth'd his grief;
found the bargain he had
made
in marriage, was a losing trade
But
his experience did suggest,
Of a bad bargain make the

All have their
And he had
Though,
common
cares in
life,
got a scolding wife
in the matrimonial firm,
Tis Death alone
Or something
A deadly
And
best.
dissolves the term
that
's
unfit to
foe to female
name,
fame
she had never wish'd to rove
From
the chaste bounds of lawful love.
He
felt
with pride his word was good,
That, on firm base, his credit stood ;
In ev'ry mart he could
command
The
richest stores of ev'ry land
And
this with patience
The burthen
At home,
'twas true, a secret smile
From Molly
could that care beguile,
And he would
give a squeeze or
To Molly when
She knew
made him bear
of domestic care.
his rap,
With nimble
more
she op'd the door.
and took good
step, to
meet him
care,
there.

Now,
as
With
his cross-rib in bick'ring chat,
one
he cheerless
night,
The Watchman
cried
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sat
past twelve o'clock,
When the door rattled with a knock

And Molly enter'd, pale with fear
There 's one who wants my Mistress
;
'
'
But such a
Your eyes
DEATH
Ma'am,
figure,
that, sure,
will ne'er the sight endure.'
enter'd as the damsel spoke,
Madam
Pengethly trembled
Away
here
shook
the Shape his Victim bore
And, as he dragg'd her from the door,
She rav'd and threaten'd, kick'd and swore
Then
call'd the
but soon the

and was quiet.
Watch
Was heard no more
riot
all
Pengethly follow'd to the gate,
Submissive to the
will of Fate.
'
Farewell, (he cried)
As
'
no more
To my
That we
And
On
shall see
fond wish
shall
my
it
dearest dear
you
may be
meet again
in
here,
given,
Heaven
since your daily clamours cease,
earth
hope
'
DEATH, far
'
Molly
to live in peace.
away,
my
cares hath carried.
to-morrow we
11 be
married?
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THE GLUTTON
Among
those vices which the
Does not controul or keep
Which look not
Of any Act
to the grave intent
of Parliament
Are subject to no other
Than what
Law
in awe,
is
rule
taught in Reason's school
But, straying from her general plan,
Degrade the character of
Among them
A vice
all,
who can
Man
descry
more mean than Gluttony ?
Of any groveling slave of sense,

Not one can claim
To
so small pretence
that indulgence which the wise
Allow to human
frailties,
As the
inglorious, beastly sinner,
Whose
only object
is
a dinner.
The
Miser,
May
prove a Treasurer for the poor
And, by
who heaps up
his store,
his avarice, prepare
The funds by which
his gen'rous heir
im^^Tra
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Can, with unbounded grace, impart
The kindness
of a feeling heart.
The thoughtless, but the

Who
jovial souls,
pleasure find in flowing bowls,
Enjoy the day, or pass the nights

In Bacchanalian delights
Though
their excesses
The happiness
for
do not give
which we
live
Yet, round their table mirth prevails,
And Humour
Scourge
The
me
laughs, though
the
man who
Reason
fails.
dares to say
belly claims superior sway,
And,
in the various scale of sense,
Can boast
Whose
a fair pre-eminence
pleasure
lies in
luscious meats,
And reasons only while he eats

On whom the subject never palls
Of poult'rers' shops and
Who
As
from well-fed kitchen
does with real rev'rence look
the perfections of a
Whose
Of
butchers' stalls;
no odours so bewitching,
sav'ry steams
Who
On
scents
Cook
gloating eyes view every dish,
boil'd,
and
roast, of
soup and
fish,
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Of callipash and
he has
Till
And
fatten'd haunch,
filFd his
bloated paunch
then the rich ragouts restore
The stomach,
till it
holds no more.
For whom does he prepare the

And
feast,
daily play the greedy beast?
Nature resents the sensual show,
And,
sick'ning, often tells
She leaves
his rav'nous
him so
maw
to share
His banquets with the Scavenger.
Such was Sir Gabriel Lamprey, Knight,
Who
thought that a sharp appetite,
With a good
Of all
life's
dinner, form'd a blessing,
goods, most worth possessing.
Wealthy he was
Did Honour
and when Lord Mayor,
to the City chair
But he had long
outliv'd the taste
For any pleasure, but a
And
He
thus, as folks
feast
were us'd to
say,
pass'd each regulated day.
The chicken- broth was brought

He
then arose to
ham and wine
And, with a philosophic
Decided on the
air,
Bill of Fare.
at nine,-
He
took his
To
give his appetite
cue
The coach then drew up
And
At
gave him exercise
five the
But a sad day
four.
to
be storm'd.
arriv'd at last,
enter'd, to proclaim a fast;
an empty chair
freely took
Which happen'd
Up
till
as he view'd the rich repast,
DEATH
And
to the door,
steady bell inform'd
That dinner's ready
When,
two,
bitters just at
its
starts the
to
be standing there.
Knight, with hideous grin,
The napkin dangling from
The Cook,
his chin
with apprehension big,
hands the roasted pig;
Drops from
his
The women
scream'd, the dishes chatter'd
The
floor with sauce
When
was
all
bespatter'd
the Knight thought 'twere best be

civil,
And
Do
1
'
hold the candle to the Devil.

lay that ugly dart aside
A knife
and fork
shall
be supplied.
Come, change your
That
Perhaps you're hungry, and may
'
shall
glass for
one of mine,
appear brimfull of wine.
hankering to make a meal
feel
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1
'
So without compliment or words,

Partake of what the house affords.'
Avaunt,' cried Death, 'no more ado
'm come to make a meal of you.'
THE RECRUIT
SERJEANT
Let
the drum's inviting sound
Call the brave, gallant youth around,
From
the wood-side and the vale,
And shaded
Let them
hamlet in the dale
listen to
Of War's renown
my
story,
of Death and Glory.
By me, your noble King commands

His loyal people's hearts and hands.
Here,
my
fine
And change
Let coward
To sow
Lads,
th' inspiring
your sickles
spirits
word
for the sword.
meanly
toil,
the seed or plough the soil
Let others reap the ripen'd grain
Harvests of honour he '11 obtain,
Who
seeks the pointed spear to wield,
And
gather
Fame
in tented Field.
Let the drum's enliv'ning sound

Inspire the village heroes round.'
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And
Tom, of this same home,
'm
tir'd,'
oft
have long'd abroad to roam.
'
said
I like the rattle
And, Serjeant,
Nay, while
Egad,
all,
That
of the
drum
to enlist I
noise the
makes me long
it
And
its
'
'm come.
women
to fight
within the hundred, know,
can give a sturdy blow.
Ay, and, at cudgel-playing,
Have
to the wars
be led
say;
the battle wish to go,
I to
my King and fight the foe.

my word so here 's my hand
serve
Such
And
'
follow where you lead the way.
'11
To
is
'11
obey as you command.'
Take not my
The Mother
'
long to break a Frenchman's head.
So Master Serjeant, thus

I
often gain'd the victory.
me
let
1
fright,
Son,' the Father cried
wept, the Sister sigh'd
And Thomas,
thus you prove,'
is it
Molly exclaim'd, 'your plighted

'
Let
'm
not,'
he
said,
listed, Girl,
Whether
it
'
love.'
your sorrows flow
and
must
go,
pleases you, or no.
;;

But, Molly,
From
It
when you
then
will
be
my
me
come,
Dry up your
home,
honest pride,
To make my Love
'
see
foreign lands, victorious
a Soldier's bride.'
the Serjeant said,
tears,'
He now pursues a nobler trade.

How will your warm affections burn,
*
To
see your lover soon return
The
white plume nodding on his crest
The stamp
of honour on his breast
Strutting along in martial pride,
The
He
sabre dangling by his side.
'11
then be worthy of your charms,
Hero then
will
If I were sure
Says Molly,
I 'd
fill
your arms.'
he would
again,'
view his native plain
smile and, through the ling'ring year,
His absence would with patience bear.

But much
Will lay
I fear
my
The Sexton
And
'tis
an
That your
And
VOL.
some
fatal
much-lov'd
says he
idle tale
blow
Thomas
knows you
you
low.
well,
tell
recruits are always slain,
never see their homes again.
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'
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Such are the

That ne'er
fears that
will leave
my
Such the sad burthen of
'
Then
'twill,
Glory
sweet
my
fill
breast,
heart at rest
my
Girl,
story.'
be
Death and
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THE MAIDEN LADIES

Wonders
And
But
will
wond'ring
it
is
never cease,
said,
'tis
an ancient trade.
turn'd out one Winter's night,
It was,
indeed, a curious sight,
Round
warm
fire,
in that cold weather,
That ten old maids had got together

At
least,
so far they had miscarried,
Not one of them had

It
e'er
would be needless to
What
Had
been married.
relate,
whimsical, controuling
fate,
kept them in this awkward
But so
it
was,
and
all
state.
the Graces
Of vet'ran age had mark'd
their faces.
But though they long had ceas'd to charm,
They
still
could flourish an alarm,
With
that
same power which does not
While Life can furnish out the
tale
That instrument so nicely hung

In female form, yclep'd a Tongue.
fail,

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Miss Stately open'd the Divan,

And thus the conversation ran,
Upon that Animal call'd Man.
1
think that Nature never gave
to enslave
The
right
The
Sex, to
The
last
he boasts of
whom
and
this title
fairest
given
's
work of Heaven.
Yet, from the cradle's wimp'ring hour,
Fate deprives him of his power,
Till
He
claims an arbitrary sway,
Which woman
And
If
but to obey.
a female should inherit
if
A just
lives
and a becoming
spirit;
by her sound, superior sense,
She
scoffs at his
The men
omnipotence,
exclaim,
how
fierce
and bold
what a termagant and scold
While the good husband who thinks
As
it
And
becomes him,
is,
at all times,
to submit,
kind and meek,
Is stigmatis'd, a Jerry Sneak.
have
attain'd, as
it
appears,
The
rev'rend age of threescore years,
And
all
that time
it is
my
pride,
never wish'd to be a bride
fit,
a;

I 've liv'd
an independent Life
Nor
would be that
e'er
thing,
Wife.
I
know not what they mean who
That we
But
shall
this I
manage apes
know, that no
in
tell,
Hell;
dull Fool,
Or Fashion's Macaroni Tool;
No
To
No
hunting Blade, who, from October

closing March,
'
relate
pleasures of a marriage state.
Money and
lead a Hell on earth.
Hear Lady Formation
The
To
ever sober;
wealthy Cit of grov'ling birth,
Has made me
is
beauty both she gave
be a noble husband's
Lady then
But what of that
The fondness
Who
slave.
in coach-and-six,
she could not
fix
of her Lordly Elf,
thought of nothing but himself.
In pride and pomp, and grave display,
The solemn
With
Till,
years pass'd slow away
scarce, she says,
by a Phthisic
The proud
one merry day
in his breast,
old Peer was sent to
Freedom now came
rest.
to dry the tear,
With a good jointure
in the rear
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70
But soon the brood of children vex
The boys
The one
The
their various
others sing,
whims pursue
Who comes
The gay young Lord 's
And
her,
disturb, the girls perplex her.
to
woo ?
a dupe at play,
Miss Amelia runs away
While she
in this
uneasy
state,
Leaves them to Fortune and to Fate.
Such she describes her wedded
And
amid
oft
Life,
its stately strife,
When, bending
to its stern decree,
Aye, often has she envied Me.

Scarce a day vanish'd, but she said,
I
wish that
1
were
still
a Maid.'
Thoughts,' said Miss Prim,
'
more
just or
true,
I
never heard, not e'en from you
Whose
sense and knowledge stand confest,
Among
the wisest
At cards
it is
Behold the
Vain
She
all
and the
best.
the self-same scene
fate of this
poor Queen
the power that she can bring
yields submissive to the King.
Miss Mustard, with sarcastic smile,
Could not such reas'nings reconcile ;
;
:
And
thus the lively
But half
Lady
may be
true,
With so much dignity

still,
which
have heard.
preferr'd
'm ready to suspect
That Pride may
And when we
The men may
What
spoke,
in earnest, half in joke.
This
But
J7I
issue
from Neglect
boast of maiden power,

say,
The grapes are
sour.
has been, and e'en will be,
is,
One and Two make
As long
as
Is fixed
by Fate and Destiny.
Three,
Nay, Reason and Religion too,

Declare the doctrine to be true
That, from Creation's earliest hour,
Superior
Man
And women,
As weaker
was cloth'd with power
it
was thought most
vessels,
fit,
should submit.
We read of Amazons of old,

A female nation fierce and bold,
Who, when they met
As
foes avow'd,
But,
if
Historians sage speak true,
They would
And
the men, would treat 'em,
and often beat 'em
for friendly parleys sue,
were not quite so chaste as you.
72
'Tis all fine talk,
That
Was
my
wish
fifty
and, even now,
years have
With pleasure
Nay
must own,
so long alone
would, could I
liv'd
not
When
but
have
marked my brow,
command my
fate,
quit this chearless state
even, were
it
to
my
sorrow,
would a husband take to-morrow
And should rejoice, nor think me

To be a Bride this very flight.''
Thus
as she spoke,
light,
John trembling
told,
The
Visitor they
One
clam'rous scream announc'd their fears
would behold.
the horrid shape appears.
When
lo
Amid
the universal squalling,
Some sunk
in
and some were
chairs,
sprawling
And
as the Spectre thus display'd
His
he
Lady,
And
;
griesly form,
I
softly said,
take you at your word,
granted
is
the suit preferr'd.
Tis Fate commands, and
Embrace Miss Mustard
as
with pride,
my
Bride.
well-appointed hearse-and-four
Attends her pleasure at the door.

The marriage ceremonies
Her presence
at the
73
wait
Church-yard gate
My
Lanthern shines with nuptial
The
bells in muffled peal, invite,
And
She, shall be,
a Bride
to
light
Night?
;: :
:;
74
THE QUACK DOCTOR

What
That
To
is
boon of Heaven,
the choicest
to frail mortal
man
cheer his heart and
Through passing
Ambition
is
given
gild his
way
Life's uncertain
will at
day ?
once exclaim,
me to station and to name

me Power and give me State,
Raise
Give
Content
'11
leave the rest to fate.
Pale Avarice, with grasping hand,

Will quick reply,
The
No
let
me command
fountain from whence riches flow
other joy I seek to know.
Call forth the minstrels, let
them play
The enchanting music through

Let but the sensual
And
the day
spirits wait
ask admittance at
my
gate
Let but the feast prolong delight,
And
give a blaze to
gloomy night

Thus
let
me
live
How
That
His
ask no more.
the plan
form'd by thoughtless man,
transient, fickle hours to bless,
With a
how impotent
vain,
oft is
o'er,
till life is
Pleasure proclaims,
75
false
dream of happiness
If pain assaults the splendid throne,
Does not the
Monarch groan ?
scepter'd
If raging Fever's
burning heat
Compels the hurried pulse

If the cold
And
Ague shakes
shudd'ring Limbs
the frame,
its
tormented bosom
If the
With Hectic's
to beat
force proclaim
strains
agitating pains
In short, whatever the disease,

Will power, will riches give us ease
While Pleasure, trembling with
From
What then
Which
To
chamber takes
the sick
's
affright,
its flight.
the choicest boon of Heaven,
to frail, mortal
man
is
given,
cheer his heart and gild his way
Through passing
Life's uncertain
Superior far to power and wealth
The answer
is
at
hand
'Tis
day
?
Health.

:;:
76
O Nymph
divine, without thy power,
know
Life cannot
If thou art absent,
A cheerful
a joyous hour
what can
give,
thought, a wish to
Nature must sicken soon and
live.
die,
Without thy active energy.

Where'er you hold your genial reign,
The
squallid family of pain
Take
To
their compell'd, unwilling flight,
the dark realms of dreary night
And
resume
grateful vot'ries
Th' enliven'd eye, the native bloom,

Med'cine's thy handmaid, when the sage
Experience
The morbid
calls it to
evils that inflame
Man's fine-spun,
When Science
Of
assuage
irritable
frame ;
doth direct the
art
healing to each suff'ring part
When
he, in ^Esculapian School,
Well-taught, ne'er deviates from the rule
Founded on maxims
Which
foes of
oft recall the flitting
But though,
And
and
sure,
give the fairest hopes of cure.
Such are the steady
Who
tried
to the
Death
breath
at length, their art
Tyrant quit the
must
field
yield,

They
prolong Life's
oft
And check
the eager
final date,
hand of
Not so the mercenary
Fate.
race,
Pretenders ignorant and base,
Who
live
upon the daring
Of Universal Remedy
lie
But yet possess the active sense,
By
their
To
gull the foolish,
low arts and impudence,
who
are found
In ev'ry quarter to abound
For such
may
th'
enquiring eye
greet
In the proud square and humble
Who
help to feed, as we
may
street,
see,
These miscreants of Quackery.
Do,
for a curious
Moment pop
Your head
into that splendid shop,
Where
gilt vases, in
the
Form such
With
a gay
a row,
and motley show
labell'd bottles to explain
The compounds which they

Where
Juleps,
Anodynes and
Are seen prepar'd to cure
That do
ne'er contain
infect the
Pills
all ills
human frame,
Whate'er their nature or their name.
tf
'
78
Of
this
Who
deals in Bolus, Pill
See how
As
his
While
He
grand shop behold the Master,
his Visage
and
Plaister.
he disposes,
hands measure out the doses;

his
round paunch most
never takes the Drugs he
truly tells,
sells.
Sometimes he cures the astonish'd
By
Elf,
leaving Nature to herself:
Sometimes, by Chance, he doth appease
The
raging torments of disease;
Or, with the drug's enliv'ning power,
Plays on the Fancy's gloomy hour.
These
The
in ev'ry
form proclaim
healing wonders of his name,
While he conceals, with subtle
The
art,
slaughters that deserve a Cart.
'Twere well were we to turn an

And
'
listen to
what 's passing
Doctor, I 'm old, and
And,
Alas, I 've paid
'
there.
full
of
ills,
for Apothecary's bills,
And am
ear,
them
o'er
resolv'd to pay
And
so, at last,
Just like the
rest,
and
o'er,
no more.
you 're come
but where
's
to
me,
my
fee ?
'

'
There, take
And
1
Sir,
it,
'm
eighty-five,
scarce can keep myself alive.'
You cough,
and are opprest,
I see,
Your breathing too
Your
And you
Your limbs
And you
Such
'Twill yield to this Carminative.
Among my
sleep
is
's
your breast
affects
disturb'd throughout the night,
have
lost
your appetite
are weak, your nerves unstrung,
are
now no
longer young.
your case, and
Med'cines
I believe,
the best
'tis
The Printed Bill explains

But
if it
Why
1
79
then
But
the rest.
should not ease your pain,
why, you must come again.'
I love ale
'
No,
'
Will
'tis
must
a balmy
forsake it?'
fluid,
take
it.'
Gin and Water do me harm
''Twill
do you good;
but take
warm.'
'
The
My
case you clearly understand
ablest
Doctor
in the land
'
it
: :
80
I really
'
That
my
am
so very weak,
tongue faulters as
speak
Yes, Doctor, I can hardly bring
'
My
voice to
Do
my
Your languid
Madam,
tell
I feel for
suffering. '
your looks express
state
your
distress.
not exert yourself at present
These Cordial Drops are very pleasant
And
they, I trust, will
The
strength,
Though
soon restore
whose absence you deplore.
pale your cheek,
and though
your eye
*
Has
'
With which
Its
beams
To
And
the
As
'
But
has been us'd to dart
I shall
face
its
soon bestow,
wonted glow
a dozen weeks expire,
Those eyes
wan
e'er
it
to each surrounding heart
doubt not
lost its brisk vivacity,
will gain their
am
wonted
fire.'
not so young you know,
was forty years ago.'
Forty
for
'Tis true, that
shame
it
may be
seen,
you are not eighteen

You 're
'
Not more,
When
'
thirty-five.
'm sure,
Beauty
and that
may
still
my
Delight to
'
'
'Tis
'
Since daily to
Some
desponding
what a wretched
wonder
now,
Who
that I
am
led
life I 've
I think, three years
my
great Physician's chariot roll'd,
my
Med'cine took
for his
my
me
The
rigid
power of bracing
'
Another, that the tepid wave
'
Should
When
The
my
that
steel
tense, outstretch'd fibres lave.
the warm, heating Med'cines
was sent
'
To
'
Brighton also
Quaff'd the
But, after
You
VOL. I.
fail'd,
cooling System then prevail'd.
To Bath and Tunbridge
But vain was the experiment,
gold.
nerves must feel
'
and more
wearied door,
told
not dead
One
an age,
heart.
'
's
hearts engage.'
Doctor, your cheering words impart
'
but when your looks revive,
ill,
then shall see you
1;
see
salt
all
me
have been,
wave and walk'd the Stein
the
trials past,
here half-dead at
last.
82
'
Those Cordial Drops, have
'
Another dose,
'
And, as
think
'
You
'
They soon
do better
can't
am
come,
will
when you
make your
These
They
are decided friends to sleep.
And,
at
Take
this digestive
Pills within your
your meals, instead of wine,

Anodyne.
Should you invigoration want,
Employ
These curious Panaceas
If well applied, cure ev'ry
this fine Corroborant.
So take them home
my
will,
Which
Explains the Med'cines of
'
On
So
these you
set the
And
signature at top,
may have
'
my
Shop.
firm reliance;
College at defiance.
You now know where
Bill,
should they not your health restore,
'
with
ill.
and read the
'
low,
chamber keep,
'
're
spirits flow.
'
ease,
take a bottle home.'
'11
me
you please
Sir, if
Med'cines
for
giv'n
John,
call the
The Lady having

now,
Sir,
to send for more.'
Carriage to the door.'
said Adieu,
can attend to you.

1
'
So Mr. Alderman,
What
By
ails
relate,
you, and each
symptom
state.'
Doctor, I've heard that you're renown'd
'
dint of
making
am
Lest
should lose
in
sick
men sound
no common
And
S3
my
fright
appetite
'
For neither Fish, nor Flesh, nor Stew
'
Can tempt me
'
But
first
as they us'd to do.
you '11
let
me know
for certain
Who is the rogue behind the curtain.

He looks as he were made of stone,
With nought
His eyes are dismal, hollow sockets,
As empty
I see
'
'11
for cheeks
and chin but bone.
as a Poet's pockets.
what he
's
about
why zounds,
take no drugs that fellow pounds.
I 'd better far, to save my bacon,

Go back to those I have forsaken.
And look once more for healing knowledge,
To the grave Sages of the College.
They '11 do
'
And
Whose Trade
their
best,
and
won't thwart
'em;
then shall die,
secundum artetn;
not be finish'd by a
's
to kill
Dunce
and cure
at once.'
84
THE SOT
The various
To put an end
ways which
to
human
Would, were they told
Make
That
out a tale so
Our
To
would lend
they reach'd the
fiftieth line,
the dull, tedious work resign.
how men
'Tis
That
Lives,
in prose or song,
attention to the end
e're
Would
stirs
live,
not
how
they die,
up Curiosity.
thoughts, our spirits
we convene
look upon the living scene.
The Actor comes, he
plays his part,
With Comic or with Tragic

But
if 'tis
We
leave
And
art
order'd that he dies,
him
to his obsequies,
the impatient eye expects
The hero
But
contrives,
very, long,
few, aye very few,
A kind
But
Death
still
that shall enter next.
my
subject bids
The whims and
me
state,
phantasies of Fate.

For
laurell'd
85
Heroes and the brave,
Glory oft digs a distant grave,
Deep
in the blood-besprinkled plain,
Cover'd with thousands of the
slain,
Whose
invite
mangled forms
ghastly,
The Vulture
to delay his flight.
The scepter'd Monarch

In
state,
yields his
upon a bed of down
While Poverty doth
From
life,
Some
die with
oft
crown
withdraw
upon a bed of straw.
hemp around
And some from
balls
their gullets,
and
some from
bullets
But 'Twas the
To
breathe his
Jack had a
No
fate of
last
jolly
poor Jack
Marrow,
on a Wheel-barrow.
Butcher been,
Market had a better seen
Oft had he led the jovial train,
In Leadenhall or
Honey Lane
But could a courteous visage put on,

Beneath suspended
legs of
With frock of
and shining
blue,
Would welcome
all
mutton
face,
with sprightly grace
And had a certain leering eye

To tempt the passenger to buy.
;; :
::
86
He'd
And
glance the knife across the
steel,
boast his beef, or vaunt his veal
Talk of lamb's kidnies
And
for a stew,
sweet-breads, what a nice ragout
While shoulders,
and
breasts,
and
loins
hearts
Flow'd from his tongue, by
Nor was
this all
To manage
he had the
and
starts.
skill
weights and scales at will
And, by a certain
Could
fits
slight of
hand,
a short ounce or two
command.
Besides, his tongue was so bewitching
To
all
the maids
who
rul'd the kitchen,
That no complaints were ever heard,
Where Marrow's
daily
At length, advanc'd
Tray appear'd.
in years
and warm,
In added gains, he bought a farm
He
lik'd
With
the mansion as he found
just a score of acres
Where he might
An added
round
it,
it,
fatten sheep, or graze
ox, for holidays.
Nay, sometimes, to keep up the knack,
He 'd
And
To
throw a wether on
its
back
plunge his knife into the throat,
let
the stream of Life run out

Or
dress a
calf,
with knife and
87
steel,
Into each well-known form of Veal.
But what was
this, to
when
the
stall
Claim'd ev'ry hour, in LeadenhalL
Thus did Jack

But,
He
live a year or two,
of having nought to do,
tir'd
sold his cattle great and small,
And
thought the
Goat was worth them
Now
this
Was
nothing better than a Sign,
same Goat,
That hung suspended
To
must
define,
in the air
the Country Bill of Fare,
tell
Which
Village Alehouse doth provide,
Throughout the day, by highway

For
it
side
was best to Jack's own thinking
To 've done
with meat and take to drinking
So to the Goat, on toping bent,
Or
foul or
fair,
The Curate
Now
he daily went.
there his pipe
moralize,
The merry
now
Miller
The evening
And
all.
would smoke,
crack his joke.
would prolong
with a cheerful song
chatt'ring Barber, o'er his ale,
Would
catch the curious with a tale
There the Exciseman, clad with power,
Would
dignify the social hour
88
The
traveling Pedlar, looking wise,
Would
rail at
Taxes and Excise
While Philpot, with a paunch as round
As
his
own
butts,
would bow profound.
Here, Jack by punch and ale subdued,

Smil'd always
Here he
when they both were good.
his copious draughts
Or smoke,
would
take,
to keep himself awake,
Until his loving wife should come,
To
guide her stamm'ring toper home.
Now
Who
she was one of those good wives

ne'er disturb their husband's lives,
much
But
yet,
The
season when those lives
without
grief attend
may
end.
'Twas, as the Village Annals say,
One
ev'ning in the
When,
He
as
Jack
month
Marrow
of May,
dosing
yielded to the stroke of Fate
sat,
;
And some confusion spread around

When He felt, senseless, to the ground
But Death appear'd and, on his barrow,
Trundled away with poor Jack Marrow.
Nor was the

They plied
party
much dismay'd
their jugs, with
'
Who 's afraid
'
The Curate, who had,

many
Beheld so
in his day,
wheel'd away,
Calmly look'd on, nor
felt
much
sorrow,
For what would bring him Fees to-morrow.

Besides, his
She wish'd
And
Dame had made
to
mend
known,
it
gown
her black silk
the shrewd Parson had in view
The power
to
do
it
as he
knew
That scarfs and hatbands did possess
The means
Madam's
of aiding
dress.
So he look'd calmly on, when Death

Put Master Marrow out of breath.
But the
{
If that
fat
Landlord shook
his
ought to cry
for, to
my
cost,
The
best of customers I 've lost
And
if
Egad,
he don't
I
Thus,
'11
this
apt to sway us
is
in this
world
will
it will,
still,
go down,
to another yields his own.
But Mrs. Marrow

all
in crape.'
our trade be what
Int'rest
In
bout escape,
hang the Goat
let
And he
Who
head
same Gem'man should be dead,
strait
appears
the rage of grief and tears,
89
90
With what's
What
this?
all
are
you
doing ?
And
where, you Scarecrow, are you going
Madam, your Husband's time

And,
as
you
He 's
see,
His eyes are now
You
And,
I
you
lie,
if
This instant
Or
If
the
'11
let
fatal
of the
's
only dosing
rest,
his best.
your manners mend,
stroke suspend
your widowhood with-hold;
A worser evil
He
shall betide you,
shall snore ten
And
He
if
with
still
It
more
me you
shall live to
was
my
Your pardon,
I feel that I
Sir,
sad, so
bury you.
pray excuse
do not
refuse me.
have done amiss

sight as this,
unexpected
How could
years beside you.
play the shrew,
grief, Sir,
But such a cruel

So
me
He 's
you continue thus to scold,
I will
'
going home.
take his wig, for that
'11
come
for ever closing
thief,
you rob
is
too,
a wife, so fond, so true,
Without heart-rending
And when on
feelings view
such a sight we gaze,
Why, Sorrow knows not what
it
says
me
'
:;

Ah, vain would be the Doctor's
So
*
submit
me
to your will.
91
skill
Go on before, prepare the way
For
this
same heavy load of
clay
Discard his wig, and seize his riches
You now may wear
the
Dead Man's Breeches.'
92
THE HONEY MOON

Of
all
the Follies that disgrace
human
The
progress of the
Few
call for livelier ridicule,
Or more
distinctly
race,
mark the
fool,
Than when
old age attempts to prove,
That
has the power to love.
still it
It asks
not youth,
it
asks not health,
To hoard accumulated
To
love of gold the Miser cheers
And, on the day he

still
May
feel that
And,
to Life's
He may
tells
fourscore,
can count his treasures
While Reason
lives,
o'er.
the hoary sage
Wisdom crowns
his age
most protracted hour,
enjoy the pride of Power.
But Nestor's
If
the last stage of lengthen'd years,
The
He
wealth
self a fool
would prove,
he should turn his thoughts to love.
When
Winter's Form, with trembling pace,
Attempts a
sprightly, vernal grace,
; ;

Or, with a stamm'ring tongue, to
He
Or
loves so true
tell,
he loves so well;
bids the blushing roses blow
Around
The
his temples white with
world
careless, playful
But
rigid
Reason
The wand'ring
And
me
smile
will revile
strange from Nature's plan,
see the Ideot in the
Bring
snow;
may
Man.
the cap that Folly wears,
With jingling
bells
and lengthen'd
ears,
And
place
Who
babbles love, and longs to wed.
Youth
is
it
on the old man's head
the season
made
for joy
Let Cupid then his power employ
Then
While
all his soft
Hymen
delights improve,
knits the
bands of Love.
Sir Peter had grown old, when Fate

Depriv'd him of his ancient mate.
She was a chaste and
Whose temper
careful wife,
ne'er engender'd strife
For she had that commanding soul
Which kept
the Knight in due controul.
Between them no one ever heard
An
unkind phrase, an angry word
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;;;;
: ;
94
No
one
e'er witness'd
a dispute
For when she spoke the Knight was mute.
Thus
pass'd their tranquil
life
away
When she said yes, he ne'er said nay

And would have thought it much amiss,
When she said nay, should he say yes.
At length
Left
life
this
and
Dame, so good and

all
Sir Peter wept
kind,
the world behind.
o'er his disaster
But, for the wound, he found a plaister;
He
felt,
But so
at last, that
it is
Or high
with mortal state
or low, or small or great
Contentment
It's
he was Master.
mansion
And soon
's
seldom known to find
in the
human mind
the Knight began to
'Twas comfortless to
live
Nay, that to soothe his irksome
He
own
alone
life,
e'en would take another wife
Would
his
deep mourning
lay aside,
Dress himself smart, and get a Bride.
No
From
But
sooner did this
ev'ry grave
Who
tale
resound
place to place the country round,
and maiden Lady
had escap'd her
sprightly heigh~day,
:;

Began
had a chance
to think she
Of joining
95
in the nuptial dance.
The Widows
too began to dream
Of a new matrimonial scheme

But the old Knight had nought
To Maidens
He
fill'd
By
fixing
grave, or
to say
Widows gay
the neighbourhood with laughter,
on a Lawyer's daughter.
Miss Julia Docket had not seen
Of Summer seasons
And
Of
quite nineteen
'twas not often that the Spring
produced a
life
fairer thing.
She had been taught, by rod and
rule,
The
graces of a Boarding-school
Was
of a country
And
of each neighb'ring 'Squire the toast.
town the boast,
But Julia had contriv'd
With
And
that
it
same Trinket
to part
Heart,
call'd a
was now consign'd to
rest
Within a gallant Major's breast;
Who,
at the time,
was traveling
far
'Midst scenes of glory and of war.
But Love
when
Our worldly
faithful, just
interest
and
may subdue
true,
Q6
when Sir Peter paid
So,
And
ask'd her to
She
star'd awhile
Let
fall
become
vows
his
his spouse,
then off she scouted

a shower of tears and pouted.
My Hero is both brave and true,

Whom I love as I ought to do
'.
And when
his duty call'd
The Ocean
pledg'd
my
The doting Knight

Thus she
When
The
'
flatt'ring tale.
shall
not prevail.'-
exclaim'd, in language bold,
to her wond'ring Sire she told
offer of the
Don't be a
Nor
o'er
faith that ne'er shall fail,
Death concludes the
Till
him
to Iberia's shore,
falsify
Man
fool,'
of Gold.
old
Docket
your father's trade.
Does not a
stately
mansion
To ope
you
willing gate.
for
Where wealth
You '11
While
said,
its
invites,
and
wait,
at
whose door,
see your daily coach-and-four

all
the pleasure gold can buy,
husband's fondness
will supply.
Will you from Fashion turn aside,
And
all
the charms of titled pride,
:'

Those wants and
Which
wait
that distress to prove,
on poverty and love ?
For should the vap'ring Major

Should he the chance of war
Half pay
is all
he has to
Besides, to ev'ry eye
Peter cannot
Sir
Your settlements
'tis
To
employ
clear
a year.
live
I shall
my
prepare
care.
cunning
skill
shape the am'rous Dotard's
And
then I
'11
live,
survive,
give.
With a paternal Lawyer's

I shall
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make a swinging
Which, from pure love
Without deduction or
to
will
bill
you he '11 pay
delay.
Be
to his fondling follies blind
Be
to his
humours very kind
And take the wealth he '11 leave behind.

You then will be, by Fortune's bounty,
The
richest
Thus
widow
in the county.
Docket's arguments assail'd
His daughter's mind, and they
prevail'd
Julia, at length, consents to wed,
But
still
Hymen
But
VOL. I.
still
the Major's in her head.
performs his formal part

the
Majors
in her heart.
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The wedding
o'er,
the days are spent
In plenteous feasts and merriment
While many a minstrel doth unite

In song and dance throughout the night.
Sir Peter, us'd to
live in quiet,
Could not maintain

His health and
this
scene of
both were gone,
spirits
Honey Moon had
E'er half the
riot
flown,
But, thus confin'd to gouty chair,
She nurs'd him with assiduous care
Or
tun'd her voice, or touch'd the lute,
Or
read, as did his fancy suit.
Now,
it
was one
fine afternoon,
That quite alone, and dinner done,
When, while
Julia, to
Sir
make
Peter
the
plied the glass
moments
pass,
Ask'd Fashion how she told her story

In Ackermanris Repository,
Where
With
every
month her whims
display,
graceful art, the bright array
That decks the Beauties of the day.
Thus, as she read, a creaking sound

Call'd her to turn her
When Henry
All pale, as
if
at the
head around
window
stood,
by grief subdued.
'

She was
You
surpris'd, but did not start.
ever have possess'd
She fondly
said
And
my
mind,
To
what
now
Nought but the cup
shall read.
now
his list'ning ear.
his eye
Which
it
Again,
I tell you, give

I
my hand,
command.
there, will never hear,
For drink has stopp'd
To what
but give good heed
the short tale I
That Dotard
heart,
there, take
'
friend,
Speak not a word,
my
99
am
can
see,
views with ecstacy.
good heed
about to read.
Attend, while on the Page I look,
And
hear the
Wisdom
of the Book.
Fair Julia lov'd a soldier brave,
Who
But, by his country call'd afar,
'
'
To
was, or said he was, her slave
mingle in the
He, by
his well-tried
That when the
Were he
He 'd
toils
toils
of War,
honour swore,
of
War were
o'er,
preserv'd for joys so sweet,
lay his laurels at her feet
And from the world's gay scenes remove,

To live with Julia and with Love
100
'That he should
feel far greater pride
'
To
'
Possess'd of her unrivalPd charms,
dwell beneath some mountain's side,
Than keep
in
She heard
his
awe a world
vows, and gave her heart
Nor were her
When
in arms.
tears the tears of art
her eyes wept his fond adieu,
Her Words were warm, her Love was
At length the nations war no more,
'
And Henry seeks his

But ah, how great was
What Fury did
When
That
first
his
her young Soldier, brave and bold
That Age and Avarice had led

His Julia
to the
He sought
Marriage Bed.
her,
and
What
tear,
Another, impotent and old,
To
What had he done
'
his despair,
bosom
Julia had preferr'd
'
native shore.
the strange account he heard
his dear
true.
fatal
He knew
His
loss
change had work'd
too well,
know
his woe.
What he should do.
for
he was
true.
he should not long survive,
He soon,
O that in
That
requir'd to
's
alas,
should cease to
battle he
not
my
live.
had died !
wish, she quick replied

I
But
I beg,
e'er
you
IOI
your heart to break,
tell
my friend, you '11 let me speak.

Think me not false, for I am true
Nay, frown not,
Love and
to
yes,
you.
1
'
'
Reason and
To
I
this old
had but
Int'rest told
man
little,
you had
Yet,
Which would our
cot,
would have shar'd your humble
'
less
No brilliant view of happiness

And though, within the lowest
me both,
my troth.
to plight
when the means
gave
my
hand,
lot,
could possess
future
Union
bless,
th' allotted price,
And made myself the sacrifice

When I was to the Altar led,
Age and Decrepitude
to wed,
The Old Man's wealth
me
seduc'd
there,
Hymen
me
Which
And
Behold, and see the stroke of Fate
Suspended
gen'rous
all,
within a
month
bid
share
or two,
hope, Brave Boy, to give to you.
o'er
For Death, who

Tells
him
my
palsied mate
fills
to drink
his goblet high,
it,
and
to die.

102
And now,
With
dear, depart
from
my
married him, by Heaven,
With
TO
my Henry
this assurance
all his
riches in
SEE HIM DIE
my
heart.
'tis
true,
view,
AND MARRY YOU.-
;;
103
THE HUNTER UNKENNELLED

The Sportsmen
sat within the Hall,
Waiting the Huntsman's jovial
With
call,
active appetite they eat,
The
solid bounties of the treat
And
while their various feats they boast,
Some famous Nimrod
is
the toast.
Jack Rover, who would never balk

His never-failing love of
With many a
That but the very day
When
And
before,
in full chace, the
A cursed
he,
talk,
foul expression swore,
hounds
in play,
Funeral cross'd the way,
and
his horse Frank, together
Leap'd o'er the Hearse, nor touch'd a feather.
The
party jeer'd,
He 'd
tell it till
again he swore,
his life
That he would boldly
Though Death should

When,
The
was
o'er
state the case,
stare
him
in the face
as attentive to his call,
Spectre stalk'd across the Hall.

104
One
He
seiz'd the knife,
another swore
saw such a sight before
ne'er
Others popp'd
And, on the
off, full
stair-case
helter skelter,
sought for shelter;
While Jack, as quick as he was

Sunk,
slyly,
underneath the
The Phantom drew

And,
in
When,
He
trice,
able,
table.
the drap'ry back,
unkennell'd Jack
after crying Tally-ho
pois'd his dart
Then
and gave the blow
told his friends to shove
Jack Rover
Into the Hearse which he leap'd over.
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THE GOOD MAN, DEATH, AND

THE DOCTOR
The Good Man
It is
dead, this Lesson gives
another Angel
lives.
Star has set for ever here,
To
glitter in
Earth
To
a brighter sphere.
feels the loss
triumph in
its
when Virtue
native skies.
The chamber where He

Who, glancing
dies,
breathes his
o'er the time that
's
last,
past,
Feels no reproach, nor calls on Fate
To add
moment
to his date
But, led by smiling Hope, descends
To
that dark
bourne where Sorrow ends
That sacred Chamber
far
outweighs
The
brightest scene which Life
The
rich, the potent,
Must
Nor
displays.
and the brave
reach, at length, the certain grave
is,
alas,
the difference great,
Between the monumental
state,
;;
106
That decks the mouldering remains
Of him who
No
serves
and him who
more, than that the
human
reigns
clod
Rests 'neath a marble or a sod.
Emblazon'd with a gilded show,
The pomp
or fallacy of
The Rich Man
Woe,
the sculptur'd
fills
tomb
While, where the vernal violets bloom,
And
rear their heads
The poor man's
obsequies are seen.
Each duty done,
How bless'd
the
on church-yard green,
the world subdued,
Death-bed of the Good.
Whether beneath the dome we
lie,
Or
in the straw-roof'd cottage die
At
that alarming, awful hour,
No
mortal envies wealth or power
But he who, with experience
Has
reach'd to
And
seen and
life's
felt
sage,
maturer age,
the various cares,
Which man throughout his progress shares

He, who has haply learn'd
to
know
Vice as the certain source of Woe,
And
Virtue as our Heav'n below;
He who
The
considers fleeting
Time
passage to some happier clime
;;;

The stream
To
that bears the virtuous o'er,
that eternal, promis'd shore,
Where Pain and Sorrow
He
Is
107
are
no more
views the bed from whence the just
borne to mingle with the dust,
As the
fix'd verge,
on which
'tis
given
To see the boundaries of Heaven.

When the world's landscape fades away,
And night beclouds the closing day

When to the heart the blood retreats,
And the last pulse but faintly beats
When the soft, whisp'ring sigh is o'er,
Which
the calm'd breast repeats no more
Each duty done,
How
blest the
Eugenio
He
the world subdu'd,
Death-bed
liv'd as
man
gave, as generous
Whene'er he
of the
should
Good
live
man should
give.
smil'd, his smile exprest
Th' enliv'ning sunshine of the breast.
Whene'er he wept, the willing
Told Sorrow and
And Sorrow never came

When he could mitigate
From
his wise
tear
Affliction near
mind
in vain,
the pain.
the counsel flow'd
His hand the needful aid bestow'd
108
And
rich
and poor, who
liv'd
around,
blessing in his virtues found.
The
wife his chaste affections knew,
And round
his plenteous table
Like olive branches, green and
The hopes
grew
fair,
of his paternal care.
Learning he sought with pleasing
And sometimes
toil,
burn'd the midnight
oil,
In adding to his copious store
Of modern and
But
still
From
To
he kept his manners free
the
Nor did
of ancient lore
stiff airs
of pedantry
his fancy ever stray
suit the fashion of the
Nor did he
Nor cloak
day
flippant wit supply,
his speech with ribbaldry.
His well-weigh'd words were ever fraught
With morals sound, and manly thought

While each expression, mild and warm,
Was
He
fram'd to counsel, and to charm.
planted the Celestial Flowek,
Which grows with
Life's encreasing hour,
But never yet was known to blow

Within
It waits
this vale of tears
and woe
through endless years to bloom,
Beyond the confines of the tomb

There forms the everlasting wreath
The crown
109
;
of Virtue after death.
That crown, while health beam'd on

brow,
And
promis'd length of years below;
That crown, which blessed
Eugenio was
For so
Who
He
In
life's
mortal hour,
year was past,
men should
breathe his
last.
piously resigned his breath

all
the majesty of Death
Then gave
For
he,
Though
to those
When
he lov'd was given,
his willing soul to Heav'n.
who
well his time employs,
snatch'd from
Feels no reluctance,
life's
meridian joys,
knows no dread,
Fate conducts him to the dead.
Fly, ye profane
And what
Almighty power
e'er his fortieth
best of
One thought
wear
call'd to
pleas'd the
measures out
That,
The
it
spirits share,
Father
if
not,
draw near,
Religion dictates, hear.
to
whose
Our thoughts and
all-seeing eye
actions open
lie,
his
110
1
Thou
We
know'st, in this afflicting hour,
bend before thy sacred power;
And, taught thy pleasure
Bless
him who
But while thy
to obey,
and takes away.
gives
makes us
justice
grieve,
'
Allow thy mercy to
'
Comfort, we ask, the widow'd heart,
And,
The
To
relieve
to the rising race impart,
noble,
and the fond
desire
share the virtues of their Sire.
may run
grant, that they through life
The
virtuous course which he hath done
And
feel, like
Thy beaming
him, at
grace,
thy pard'ning power.'
Thus, as the pious Churchman pray'd,
The Doctor,
1
My skill in
'Tis Fate
'
No
'
I 've
'
in a whisper said,
vain
power applies
commands
call requires
something
I feel
its
my Fee
Said grinning
'
The Doctor
me now
'
felt
to stay
do than
; Then
Death,
the patient dies.
else to
The Doctor heard
hour,
life's last
hold
for
'tis
pray.
it fast,'
your
last.'
the dreadful sound
the fatal wound,
And
hast'ning through the
Sunk down,
all
breathless
Ah, never more to
chamber door,
on the
floor,
rise again.
Thus Doctors die
like other
men.
III

112
DEATH AND THE PORTRAIT

By Love conducted Flavia came,
(I
must not
To
tell
yield the
Her Cherub
To
her other name)
charms that deck her

smiles
and Angel
the accomplish'd Painter's
Which
The
to the canvas
fair
Whom
face,
grace,
art,
might impart
resemblance of a Maid,
Nature had so well
array'd.
Flavia was seated to receive
The
Likeness which that art could give,
And
while, obedient to his will,
The
pencil mark'd
its
rapid
Enamour'd Florio, who
And
trac'd the
By tender
And
skill,
sat by,
work with curious
love and beauty
as the faithful
Muse
eye,
fir'd,
inspir'd,
In tuneful accents thus address'd
The fond
{
instructions of his breast.
Painter, vain
To draw
's
thy utmost art
the Idol of
my
heart
;:

1
Thy
canvas never can receive
The
varied charms her features give.
'
When,
grave, she wears the awful grace
'
That
seen in regal Juno's face
's
When on
'
'Tis
'
And when
'
her cheeks the smiles appear,
Venus
better self
Another Pallas we descry.

Painter, thy pencil well may trace
A Juno's
awful, heavenly grace
Upon
Chaste Beauty's
E'en Wisdom's goddess
'
there
is
she looks with studious eye,
In
all
your easel may be seen,

fair,
imperial
may appear
her native splendor there
my
'
But
in
'
The
perfect image of the
breast alone can be
Thus did the Muse
The
Queen
Three.'
the art defy
Pencil, eager to reply,
Dash'd on the cloth, in colours warm,
The semblance
And now
The
vol.
lily
of the lovely form.
her smiling cheeks disclose
mingled with the rose
And
soon her beaming eyes dispense
The
soften'd rays of
1.
manly sense
113
114
Her
graceful form, her auburn hair,
the magic power declare.
All, all
Loose flows the robe upon the ground,
And many
a Cupid
flutters
The bending branches
round
kindly spread
Their verdant beauties o'er her head,
And,
far
beyond, the
Which seem
At
hills arise
to mingle with the skies.
length, with happiest art array'd,
The
canvas' spreading form display'd
The
beauties of the charming maid.
The
Artist then avow'd his pride,
And
thus
Ah
The
th'
enraptur'd
replied.-
happy Canvas, that dost bear
features of
Upon
Muse
my
lovely Fair.
thy surface, mild and clear,
I see
the heavenly form appear,
With
all
the glories of her face,
Her winning
smiles and gentle grace.
But where
's
Which makes
Where
To
is
pity
the virtue of her mind,
her of Angelic kind
the softness of her heart,
prone and void of
art ?
These cannot on thy bosom shine
They
're
only to be found in mine.'

Thus did
Nor
the
Muse pursue
By Genius
The marks
frolic
partial art
aided, can impart,
She knows are
his,
whose
talents bear
of their united care.
Nature
will
undo
The works of Art and Genius

Her cunning
The
her song
did she do the Painter wrong.
Whatever bounties
But
115
too
patterns render vain
Painter's
toil,
the Sculptor's pain.
All of the Fair, that Art could give,
Does on the glossy canvas
live;
In touches warm, and colours
As Reynolds'
pencil ever knew.
Thus Florio
The
sung,
and Flavia heard
pleasing strain which
Nor did
The
true,
the Painter's
Love
hand
preferr'd,
refuse
aiding impulse of the Muse.
The
Sitting o'er, the pair
remove
To talk of Taste, and think of Love.

And while, as objects strike, they praise
The
various works on which they gaze
far, far
different
form appears,
Bent with an heavy load of years
;;
Il6
For a short time the Figure stood,
The image
of Decripitude ;
Then took
his seat
To
when Art began
:-
Alderman,
sketch the good, old
Whose
Portrait was to grace the wall
Of Cordwainers'
or Goldsmiths' Hall.
The
Painter mark'd the face of Age,
And
dignified the Civic Sage,
With
all
the force and
Which had
At
all
pourtray'd the grace of youth.
some yawning
length,
the truth,
transpir'd
fits
That mark'd the Alderman was
my good
'
If,
'
You
'
If,
My
'
your pleasure,
it is
upon your
pencil waits
in
But
To
the Painter said,
Sir,'
wish the work to be delay'd
to retire
'm
no
hurry,'
I slept
tell
ill
last night
am
But
I
That seems to pour on
have a
Now,
It
beside,
out of sorts to-day
feel I
kind of
'And
the truth, I cannot say
chill
cannot name
throughout
you could some
might
my
my
frame,
ev'ry part,
threatens to approach
if
leisure.'
he replied,
'
tir'd.
my
heart
cordial give
languid state relieve.'-
; ; ;;
' :

1
That you
And
shall have,' the Artist cried
soon his
Then
pallet laid aside
speed,
the hospitable deed.
Scarce had he
When Death
And soon he
The
common
hasten'd with no
To do
117
lights
made
this
stepp'd in
kind
retreat,
and took
his seat
chang'd the whole design
which had been seen to shine,
Were more than
And dismal
half-obscur'd in shade
whole pervade
tints the
The
forehead
The
sinking frame appears to view
The head
's
moist with mortal dew
calm repose
reclines in
The
lips
The
yielding
The
crutch
grow
pale, the eyelids close
hand can grasp no more,
lies
And, with one

All animation
prostrate on the floor
stroke, throughout the piece,

's
made
to cease.
The Painter brings the promis'd

And
He
aid,
views the change that has been made.
sees the Picture's alter'd state,
And owns
the master-hand of Fate.
But why,' he
When Models
cries,
die,
'
should Artists grieve
if
Pictures
live ?
Il8
THE GENEALOGIST
Of
the Passions that infest
all
The mansion
Which
The
Is
breast,
trouble with continual strife
nobler Charities of Life
That which
And
human
of the
stirs
up the greatest pother,
claims to bear
down
ev'ry other,
Pride, which seems to
More
various
Than any
assume,
titles to
tenant
more room,
fill
we can
find,
Within the chambers of the mind.
The
Or
Passion, doubtless,
low or
in the
And may
Of what
Whether
Or such
titled
is
the same,
name;
be trac'd up to the sense
is
call'd Pre-eminence
in those
',
who men command,
as drive their Four-in-Ha?id
In busy Maid who plies the broom,
Or Dame of Rank
Pride
Up
in
may be found
Drawing-Room.
in
him who creeps
chimnies, and those chimnies sweeps
;;

Or
who day and
in his breast
119
night
Climbs up Ambition's dizzy height.

But
not here the verse intends
'tis
To mark the
fair
and noble ends
Of Pride,
too
Which
a virtue in the good
That
Of
is
little
understood,
dignifies th' exalted state
those
who
are both good
and
great
That, sanction'd by right Reason's law,
Keeps the submissive crowd

No,
And
'tis
is
awe
in
the Pride which makes

a vice
among
men mad,
the bad
Or, bred in Fashion's motley school,

Is a
known
folly in the fool,
With vain and
idle objects fraught,
That now awakes the moral thought.

Thus,
if
we look around,
'tis
seen
That some are proud of being mean

Or, boasting of their various feats,
Are even proud of being cheats
Are not Attornies ever
Of cunning,
tricking,
They 're known
the world beside.
In cheating
all
their
if
and chicane
to have a certain pride,
Some vaunt
As
vain,
mighty power
in drinking,
'twere praise to banish thinking.
120
'Tis said, that Caelia has the trick
Of being
And
vain of being sick
that she feels superior grace
In languid looks and pallid face
That she would think
And
If
charge
it
herself a fright,
as an act of spite,
Health should give the ruddy hue
That decks the cheeks of Moll or

Sue.
If
Shopkeeper or Artizan
Wants
to
be thought a Gentleman,
The Herald,
And
first
he humbly pays
then, in order due, displays
His arms upon a one-horse
The new-made Noble

About
Then
To
his titles
in the
chaise.
Gout,
makes a rout
bids the Carver ply his tool
aggrandise a footing stool
With
sculptur'd arms, that
all
may
see
The splendid show of Heraldry,

Which,
He
in his
new-born honours
great,
treads beneath his hobbling feet
While on
The
all-ennobling Coronet.
Others,
And
his gilded crutch is set
who
boast an ancient race,
to remotest ages trace
; ;

Of ancestors
121
a noble line,
Who through
successive ages shine
Whose proud and honourable name
By
Hist'ry
consign'd to
is
by Fortune's
Fame
frown
Yet,
if
The
ancient Fabric tumbles
If
fatal
by profuse or vitious
The
vast
Lament
down
taste
domains are brought to waste,
it
as a dire disgrace
To mix with
Whose
an inferior
race,
wealth would happily restore
Their state to what
it
was before.
Not so the old Lord Freeland,
Fond
And
as
He
he was of Ancestry,
ancient name, could not restrain
Of wounded
pride the daily pain.
When debts unpaid assail'd his gate,

And his domains refus'd the weight
Of
mortgages, whose loud demands
Call'd for the sale of
house and lands
wood
While the axe menac'd
all
Which round
mansion stood
With
The
stately,
his noble
the
venerable grace,
boast and grandeur of the place.
;;
122
Embarrass'd as
'
If
'
my
heal
Ne'er have
No
am,' said he,
means of honour can be found,
To
not a noble beggar be,
'11
bribe
fortune's wasting
I
England's rights betray'd
my voice has ever paid,

my name degrade
Nor
will I e'er
Nor
shall its public
By
'
wound.
fame be
lost
Pension, or by servile Post.'
In short, Lord Freeland had the

wit
To wed
a very wealthy Cit
And, on
his golden wedding-day,
All his distresses pass'd away,
The bonny and
the happy bride
Adopts her lordly husband's pride
And
is
most willing to forget
All but the
charming Coronet
Nay, with remembrance
Of all
things East of
While he
To
calls in
is
at war,
Temple Bar;
the Herald's aid
hide the blot that has been
made
In the pure flow of ages three,
The
period of his pedigree.
'Tis all arrang'd in order due,
The
splendid Roll
's
expos'd to view

The Man
And
the
finer
Arms
of
a tip-toe stands,
scene of Blood expands
fair
23
Lineage ne'er was
drest,
With Ensign, Quartering, and Crest;

True
forms
in all
and
Isaac never sold a
Sir
The
Peer, with
The blood
My Lady
fine
as th'
my
blood belong'd to
has
For 'twould not
My
have
she gravely said
glass,
dear Lord, are you quite sure,
The Herald
To
her.
Escutcheons she survey'd,
Cocking her
But,
delight explains
that flow'd throughout his veins
too began to purr,
That such
Thus
much
to the letter
better.
it
left
smell of
Uncled
out the Brewer
this fine roll exalt,
name
Hops and
much
But do not wish to see
it
Malt.
revere,
here.
Be not alarm'd, my Lady dear

His name your eye
On
any branch of our
Remember
I Sir
never
see,
tree.
Isaac quote
Your Uncle never had a Coat'
My
He
will
Lady
lies,
in a passion flew
she cried, and so do you.
;;
124
My good
(A
old Uncle dress'd as well
truth his Taylor's bills can
As any Lord
within the land,
And
could a
little
This
I,
his Heiress,
You know
The
cash
too,
it
Would wear
command
do declare
who 're
who may
Herald,
tell)
simp'ring there.
please to scoff,
the cloaths which he cast
off.
He talk
of dress
Except,
when
He
stalks, as
A shape in
a scurvy fellow
dress'd like Punchinello,
proud as he can
some
His cloaths
state
would
go,
Puppet show,
scarcely
tempt
Jew
The shabby
Or
if
the parsimonious brute
Appears
All
His
I
'11
bargain to pursue.
at times in velvet suit,
know
fee at
'tis
furnish'd from a Pall
some
state Funeral.
drive the sentence
That Uncle John
down
ne'er
his throat
had a Coat.
Cease, Lady dear, cease your alarms
a Coat of Arms.
not so bad but
can
The Herald meant
That
That
's
He had Arms upon
state,
his Plate.
My Lady
dear, I think 'twere best
That we should
Our argument
let
will
the matter rest
not prevail
The
plate was purchas'd at a
And
the
good Knight, a
Thought
'Tis
my
And
let
fit
to let the
advice,
Sale
little vain,
Arms
remain.
your anger cease,
the Herald live in peace.
Our Honours
To
will
be more secure
sink the Bearings of the Brewer.
Thus, while they talk'd the matter
The
splendid Roll sinks on the floor
And
lo,
a sight brimful of fears
The Herald 's

His Lordship
My
'
Lady
Make
gone, and
starts,
not,' said
Death
appears.
and shakes, and
Death, 'this mighty
stir;
a wealthy Dowager,
And
Live on, the
But 'twere
This embryo of human pride.
Whether from Priam you descend,
may, perhaps,
for
Widow
many
a year,
of a Peer,
as well to lay aside
Or your Dad
When you
falls
squalls.
o'er,
and screams, and
stares,
You 're now
'
cried
are
Old chairs
summon'd
to
mend;
to your end,
25
126
You
will
And
sure,
That though each varying Pedigree
Begins with Time,
not shun the
you
're
fatal
blow
old enough to know,
it
ends with Me.'
- 2
_ 2
o
a,
27
THE CATCHPOLE
Law
or should the offspring be
is,
Of Justice and Humanity,
And
prove as plain as A, B, C.
Should go
Nor
No
strait
forward on
be subject
e'er
crosses should
its
to delay
way,
steps prolong
its
To what is right,
The Law is just,
the
While
be understood
But
suffer'd to
'tis
or what
is
Law
wrong.
is
good,
the Practice that confounds
Winding
its
mystic Nonsense round
And
such fallacious
It to
a curse converts the blessing.
Practice, the
it,
it
arts possessing,
fruit
of am'rous sport,
In Kings Bench Walks, or Fig- Tree Court)
What time
To
his
Contention did constrain
embrace the Fiend Chicane
When, drugg'd with
pleadings, Justice slept,
While Reason saw the deed, and wept.
;:
128
Then
Of
issued forth the Parchment brood
Writs, ill-fated brotherhood
Born
to entangle
Their Cradle,
Fi
the Attorney's desk
Ca Sa\ and
Fa's,
That
fill
all
Special Pleading comes,
and
all its Clerks,
Special Pleading
all its
Special Pleading
To
bid
all
Bums,
what an Art
T' enlarge the mind, and
the fry
the Catchpole's Diary
Then crabbed
With
and perplex,
mend
the heart
what a Science
Common
Sense defiance,
Which not an head can understand,

Unless
'tis
deck'd with wig and band.
But He, perhaps,
Who
is
worth the knowing,
sets all these fine things a-going.
Your
That 's
foul Attorney
far inferior to
When grave,
Its justice
a wretch,
is
Jack Ketch.
lamenting
Law
has done
on some wicked one
That minister performs
his part
Or on
the scaffold, or the cart
Life
the due forfeit of the deed
's
The Felons hang
the Traitors bleed
;;

Convicted crimes their
And
fate endure,
and limb are more secure.
life
But,
'tis
the Pettifogger's
With
practis'd craft,
With
Fictions, Quirks,
and
art,
flinty heart,
and tardy
To
aid th' accumulating Fees.
He
lifts
Nor
Of
his
head
by undoing
whole Life the great intent
Is to perplex
He
Pleas,
at others' ruin,
fears to profit
his
and circumvent
guides his keen, voracious sense,
With
the zeal of impudence
all
And pledges it a just vocation

To quicken by Procrastination.
With the
vile Catchpole at his heels,
Think you the Pettifogger
feels
For aught, but how the Suit proceeds ?

Nay, he
He
will
mock
the heart that bleeds.
idly jokes, or pertly prates
O'er the distress he meditates
And
cheers, with looks alert
and gay,
The blood-hound
to his destin'd prey.
Will he not smile
when Knavery gains
The
pelf
which Honesty disdains?
Think you he frowns when Rascals
And
vol. 1.
Virtue struggles hard to live
thrive,
29
130
What 's
to
it
him though orphans mourn,
Though husbands from
Though
their wives are torn,
houseless children, turn'd abroad,
Ask alms,
or pilfer on the road,
So that low-born Contention reigns
The Daemon
Such
that rewards his pains.
Caitiffs vile will risk their souls
In cheating honest
Had
My
men and
the pow'r, as I 've the
fools,
will,
patriot wishes to fulfil
Justice at length should fully meet 'em,
And
To
with the
Laws of Turkey
such as these
But pound the
I 'd give
no
greet 'em
quarter,
rascals in a mortar. 1
To cure these evils Redesdale

An ever venerated name
Who,
The
for his labours to
rights of Justice,
With wise reform, the
improve
cruel
The Lawyers
this
power
rightful hour,
save Misfortune from the thralls
Which
death in
came,
and remove,
That prey'd on Freedom's
And
dwell within the Prison walls,
in
Turkey,
manner.
in certain cases of criminality, suffer
;;
131
Deserves as well the sculptur'd stone
As
e'en the laurell'd Wellington.
The one, amid the Fields of War,

Chain'd Fortune to his rapid
And
car,
to blest Britain's cherish'd
Adds a
resplendent wreath of
The other forms
name,
Fame
his well-wrought plan,
To aid the civil rights of Man

And through his country to increase,
The
blessings of domestic Peace.
But
'twill
appear, in every view,
As the Muse doth her

Tho' much
is
done
tale pursue,
there
's
much
to
Honest Tom Frolicsome was known

At
ev'ry Coffee-house in
No
Or
one more
e'er
He
Nor
Town.
from pride or
art,
could boast a warmer heart
never saw a luckless friend
To whom
To
free
e'er
he did not give or lend
was known to be unwilling
share his guinea or his shilling.
It so fell
out that one fine day,
He met Jack
Shiftly in his
way
do
; ;;
132
Who
How
told a melancholy tale,
Lawyers
So Tom,
Of the
and Duns
threat,
to save
assail.
him from the paw
Myrmidons of Law,
fell
Consented kindly to be bound

In the vast
sum
of
Twenty pound.
Jack, with profound professions, said,

1
Within the month
The month soon
To
it
shall
pass'd,
be
and
paid.'
it
occurr'd
honest Jack to keep his word;
But, as his debts he could not pay,
Why Jack
And
took fright and ran away,
left his
With
all
friend to be the debtor,
the threats of Lawyer's
letter.
But Nathan Shark not only wrote,
He
paid a
visit
with the Note
For e'en a rap
at
Would
Six and eight-pence more
tell for
any door,
But friendly Tom, whene'er
Was
ne'er denied, let
at
home,
who would come.
Good Mr. Shark, says Tom, d 'ye
This
is
a trifling
sum
to
me
so happens that, just now,
But
it
My
Banker's book
And, as the Debt
A fact to
you so
is
is
rather low
not
clearly
my
own,
known
see,

And
My
If
as
'm
till
you won't deny
sure,
honour and
Monday
ability,
next you wait,
Th' indulgence
will
not be too great
At ten
you
'11
send or come
at
home,
I will
When
o'clock,
engage to be
your demand
With thanks,
133
for
'11
truly pay,
your four days' delay.
Shark bow'd and smil'd;
for here
he
saw
There was a loop-hole
To
wait would never
Nor help
make
Law.
bill,
the Lawyer's purse to
So the next day,
And
for the
as
Tom was
fill
walking,
with two charming Misses talking,
Dick Catchpole did the party meet
And, with a Writ,
his
Honour
greet.
You are arrested now you know,

And
so with
Whether
it is
me you
your
e'en
will,
must
go,
or no.
This fellow was a perfect brute,
Sheriff's vilest substitute
His wishes base,

Just a
fit
his
purpose dark,
instrument for Shark.
His housebreaking, burglarious
Did before Newgate
wall expire
Sire,
;;
134
And
his
When,
Dam
kept a Little-Go
for a trifling trick or two,
She, by due course of law was sent

Safe to Port Jackson, to repent.
Tom's ruddy cheeks lost
blood
all their
But when he found how matters stood,
Why
then, said he, the debt I
And
let
me
know
that
not do
till
what the costs may be
they
're paid,
So no more words,
Then send
He
will
a better thing or two
I can't tell
And,
pay
go, without delay.
No, no, said Dick

I
'11
for
to Shark.
to a Ven'son feast
At Wandsworth, or
Therefore,
come
To-morrow you
at
you
'11
rest with
you must come
He's not
is
me.
at
home:
gone
Wimbledon
on, and rest in peace,
'11
have your
release.
Thus, as he told his stern command,
griesly Spectre's fleshless
His shoulder touch'd
hand
It chill'd his
And at the sight he trembling stood.

You long have ow'd, the Phantom
What now must
instantly be paid.
blood,
said,
O give me Time
You know,
Your
full well,
'11
shall
am
suing;
Master Bruin.
put in Bail above;
Old Nick
Caitiff
Dun,
you gave him none.
Life's the debt that I
'Tis the last process,
Thou
No, no
be your Bail below.
35
136
THE INSURANCE OFFICE

Self-Interest by some
To
is said,
be the universal trade
Which men
And
if,
of ev'ry rank pursue
what some folks
say,
Woman
too.
Of ev'ry kind
of
be
true,
For wealth the Sailor ploughs the main,
The Merchant
gain
We
thinks of nought but
even see superior sense,
And
all
the powers of eloquence,
Nay, ev'ry impulse of the breast,

Yield to the calls of Interest.
But
if
nor base, nor sordid view
Blends with the purpose we pursue,

If sage Discretion's cautious art
Corrects the errors of the heart

If
Prudence
And
for its
o'er the plan presides,
ends the means provides,
Which, pointed to some
rightful use,
Shall tranquil Happiness produce

'Tis that Self-Int'rest that Self-Love
Which Truth and Virtue must approve
And
gives perfection to the plan
That ought
How
to govern social
Man.
easy then to draw the line
Between the motives that combine,
To
guide the intellectual power
Whose
regulation rules the hour
Which
fills
the short, uncertain span
Allotted to the race of

'Tis
Good
That
or Evil.
lights to
Man.
Passion's flame
deeds of splendid name,
Or the temp'rate warmth benign,
Whose
Alike,
The
rays
by
on humble Virtue shine,
different
varied
means, possess,
boon of Happiness.
Beneath her roof domestic Care,
The
daily labour doth prepare.
The
Father, anxious to provide
For the young Offspring by his side
The Mother,
with her infant press'd,
In doting fondness, to her breast
The bounteous Man whose open door

Receives the wand'rer and the poor;
37
; ;
138
The Hero,
in his banner'd car,
Smiling amid the scenes of war
The
learned, philosophic Sage
Who
toils to
And Piety,
To regions
teach a listening age,
that points the
way
of eternal day
Each has an
Int'rest to pursue,
And
keeps the
The
Interest, well understood,
fav'rite
point in view,
In each condition, to be
And
that true Happiness to
Which Virtue only can
But
May
And
Good
bestow.
less exalted views,
still
know
we
trust,
be honest, and be just
Int'rests, less refin'd,
Pursu'd with
may be
strict propriety.
Wealth may be sought without a

For Prudence
The
On
vice,
not Avarice.
gen'rous, independent spirit,
Which
In
is
'tis
all its
a blessing to inherit,
energies depends
the right use of means to ends.
Nay,
'tis
the use of these
Distinguishes Wise
Men
same
tools
from Fools.
A reason soon
Why we may
39
will rise to view,
add Wise Women
too.
Tir'd of a stupid single state,
Ned Freeman took a charming

He was a man of some degree,
Renown'd
And
all
In him
mate.
for hospitality
those virtues we admire
who 's dubb'd a Country
'Squire.
Health beam'd upon his smiling face
His cheeks display'd a ruddy grace.

His
jolly form,
The marks
And
and
visage, bore
of thirty years, or more,
look'd as he might reach threescore.
Such was the subject of
One evening
their chat
as this couple sat,
And
ponder'd
The
prospect of their future Life.
o'er, like
She was a tender,
man and
wife,
faithful Spouse,
Obedient to her marriage vows

Nor, like some wives, was fond to boast,
That
she, at
home, could
But Mrs. Freeman
Her
fancy,
And
then dear
ne'er
rule the roast.
would balk
when she chose
Would hold
Ned
to talk.
but not through
his tongue,
and lend
fear,
his ear.

:;
140
This evening she had
And
As
told
it
my
know,
I
I
And
am
much
very proud to
You married me
tell
am most
to die
there
no
willing,
you know,
be,
and
given us a Son
's
and leave me so
Nature, in all her freaks
And
well,
without a shilling
But what disgrace 'twould
Has never
me
Dear, you love
to confess, I
Were you
to say,
in her usual way.
fun,
jointure, Sir, for
me
Without that same Contingency.
For your Estate
So
settled
(A thing one
You 've
's
so
bound and
scarcely can believe)
not a thousand pounds to leave.
To you, my Love,
I trust in
The promise
life is
And
To
were
me
take
But you,
of long
Heav'n,
given,
sure 'twas Heaven's intent

first, I 'd
I fear,
my
be content
dearest Life
Are ten years older than your
wife.
Besides, your spirit in the Field
To you
tied,
and transmogrified,
the boldest Hunters yield
And
should
He
141
not his ardor check,
My
Ned, perhaps, may break his neck
And
then, in that impoverish'd state,
would be your widow's
Say, what
I
know
well,
it
no part
I act
fate ?
Your Widow then would break her

enough
Is't not
Of him
But
I,
I lov'd
that, o'er the
my
grief
my
to aggravate
Must be dependent on
They hate me now,
Nor can
his Heirs
illiberal
'Squire Freema?is Relict
On
must rave
tears
now
flow'd,
men
me
then.
must not
any thing they chuse to
The
cares,
think they'd love
heart.
grave
live
give.
and honest Ned
Pinch'd her plump cheek, and kindly said,
Weep
And,
not
if
yet, Girl, I
we
The Mail
live
shall bear us
With rapid
Where
To
all
prove
am
not dead
another day,
haste, to
you wish
on our way,
London
for shall
how much
I love
town,
be done.
my
wife,
By Jingo, I'll insure my Life;

And if kind Fate is pleas'd to give
Ned Freeman but ten days to live
;
142
Then,
You
if
he dies
shall
At length
From
The
Or
be bound
'11
arriv'd,
with
spirits light
the refreshments of the night,
parties leave the
When
Two-neck'd Swan,
Globe, or Pelican,
they explain, with
all
due
care,
object of their errand there.
The Doctor 's
On
why,
be worth ten thousand pound.
for the
The
call'd
his eye to throw
the good 'Squire from top to toe.
The
sage Director stands beside
In dictatorial
pomp and
pride,
Th' important Scrutiny to guide.
Doctor, you'll
now be
pleas'd
to
scan
The
features of that
And
tell us,
Has been
Say,
if
whether that round paunch
nurs'd up by
Comes from
ill
legs,
habits, or
from chance.
that crimson glow
Or form'd by
Have
ham and haunch
that vast protuberance
Think you
Those
Gentleman
drink, or
is
made by
health,
stealth.
which now appear so
stout,
they been tickled by the Gout
And, Doctor,
Does not
this
for
your private
J43
ear,
Country 'Squire appear
Older, at least, by half a year
Than what he has been
May we
To
pleased to state
trust the Certificate
The
Office then was duly feed
And
sign'd
Now
Death,
and
seal'd
baffle the
each formal deed.
who sometimes
At an Insurance
To
Doctor sage agreed
this the
loves to wait
Office gate,
Accountant's
skill
And mock the calculating quill,

Had just prepar'd his cunning dart
To pierce Ned Freeman's tranquil heart :But
lest the stroke
And Lawyers
should cause dispute,
conjure up a Suit,
Death was determined
to delay
Ned's exit to a future day
And
He
the dull
moment
turn'd and
Thus was
And
amuse,
a pair of Jews.
the Husband's
life
insured,
the Wife's future wealth secur'd.
Then
And
kill'd
to
to their Inn they went to dine
while the 'Squire enjoy'd his wine,
Madam,
thus thought she might impart
;:
144
The
secret wishes of her heart.
Now, my dear Ned, as we 're in Town,

And all this happy bus'ness done,
We may
Go
as well a fortnight stay
to Vauxhall
and see a Play
sight
The Grand
Illustrious Visitors,
Princes,
And
which now occurs
With every
and Cossacs, and Lord Mayors,
flaming Fire-works, and Fairs
With
all
the noble, splendid train,
Which London may

It will,
ne'er see again.
no doubt, respect command
To've had an Emperor by the hand.
How
To
great the boast,
say
we
've
'mong country
folk,
seen old Blucher smoke.
my head
How,
at
They
see an Oldenburghian Bonnet.
they
'11
when on
stare,
it
Hunting, you know, has long been done,

And
Harvest
is
not yet begun
Let us the interval employ
These recreations
to enjoy.
'Squire Freeman, with his heart at ease,
Happy and proud
his wife to please,
To grant her ev'ry wish consented,

And smil'd to see her so contented.
But Death had not forgot his Fiat

So bid a Fever
And
e'er, alas,
set
him
quiet
ten days were past,
Honest Ned Freeman breath'd
The Doctor
his last.
call'd, to certify
His glowing health, now saw him
Thus
she,
who
lately
came
to
die.
Town,
With not a doit that was her own,
Weeping attends her Husband's

With many a thousand
And
Who
VOL.
I.
proves that she
's
hearse,
in her purse
of
Wives the
knows her Real Interest.
best,
45

I46
THE SCHOOLMASTER
Hermippus,
as the Story
's
told,
Schoolmaster^ in times of old,
Is said to
As
long, as
The
To
have drawn out his days
Horace Walpole
Countess Desmond's Annals ran
twice the
And
common Age
of
Man,
that his Life did thus extend
Beyond what Nature might
By
says,
intend,
the balsamic Breath of those
Who
And
did his youthful School compose.

while
their
Lips
new
health
exhales,
He
drove in Learning at their Tails.
Whether Ma'am Desmond did employ
The
Respirations of a Boy,
Or blooming
Girls,
who
breath'd perfume
To
purify her dressing-room,
We
neither know, nor shall
we
strive
Into those hidden powers to dive
That kept the
Dame
so long alive.

Nor
we
shall
147
yet attempt to seek 'em
In the old Age of
Doctor Greekum.
For years he now had reach'd fourscore,
And
more
yet he was for adding
Nay, envied ev'ry rosy boy
Who
did his learned care employ,
Whene'er
How
his
Fancy might conceive
long the Child would have to
But then the Rev'rend Pedant

It
was not that he
Of Death,
felt
afraid
or of his future
fate,
In that unknown and awful
state,
Which
'twas Religion to believe
Would
wait
But
that
live.
said,
on those who cease
to live
he might secure his fame,
Might eternise a learned name
As one more Lustrum
A
So
would produce
work of such acknowledg'd use

full
That
of deep, recondite knowledge,
ev'ry
School and ev'ry College
Would, both
in
Greek and Latin
His Genius and his Learning
That
finish'd,
With
joy,
1
lays,
praise.
he would go to bed
among
the
Honour'd dead.
In Classic Authors,
A Lustrum
it
appears,
occupies Hvc years*
::
148
Such were the Doctrines of the Sage,

Whene'er he
And
about his age;
talk'd
such, at length, he had to plead,
Where mortal
reas'nings ne'er succeed
For, as he held the Sov'reign sway
Whose rod
And
submissive Boys obey,
him from
look'd around
Whose
his throne,
pow'r no subject dare disown,
He, nor without emotion, saw
Shape who did that pow'r o'erawe,
Who
bade him from
And on
his seat descend,
his Visitor attend.
know you
well, the
Doctor
said,
And
that your will
The
circling hours that in their flight
Consume
The
must be obey'd.
the day and waste the night
circling hours
Convince us
all is
and varying
year,
mortal here. 1
In Spring the Winter melts away,
The Spring
is
lost in
Then Summer
And
1
Summer
dies in
ray;
Autumn's
reign,
slow-pac'd Winter comes again
Immortalia ne speres, monet annus
& almum
Quae rapit Hora Diem.

Frigora Mitescunt Zephyris, etc. HOR. Lib.
iv.
Od.
7.
; ;
149
Again the balmy Spring returns
And
the fierce sultry
The Autumn
Summer burns
again abound,
fruits
And Time thus makes

The Moon renews her
its
all
We 're
only ashes and a shade.
To
night,
the rich, the brave are laid,
know you
well,
and understand
what you point your
I see
silver light
But when we seek the depths of
round
yearly
Where
you mark
my
fleshless
hand
hour,
final
And bend me to that awful power

Which tells me I must soon be laid
In the dark Tomb's eternal shade.
That
may wish
But not that
to live,
is true,
'm afraid of you
My only care's to leave behind

A stock of Learning for mankind
Which, had
It
some few
years to live
would be Greekum's pride to give
But, though
To
it is
your
rob the world of that and
You might have come

Nor
No
will, I see,
me
without intrusion,
caus'd this bustle and confusion.
warning given
'Tis quite shocking
That you should enter without knocking,
;;
150
In spite of the Horatian rule
That 's taught
Mors
JRu/sat,
in ev'ry Classic School.
which,
if I
am
pat
The
purport of the Poet's Latin
And
which, believe me,
Know
full as
Means
that
E'er that
well as
who quote
him who wrote
you should some notice
you bid us cease
That you should knock,
some one opes
Till
in,
th'
it,
it,
give,
to live
at least,
and
unwilling gate.
wait,
1
Doctor, this Dart will neither speak
In Hebrew, Latin, or in Greek
But has a certain Language known

In ev'ry age as in our own
Which
ev'ry clime will
comprehend
Until the world itself shall end.
Now, Horace had no other warning

Than you
When
Of
receive this very
eighteen hundred years ago,
this
same dart he
Besides, to
To
1
morning
felt
him by Fate
the blow.
'twas given,
quit this Life at Fifty-seven
Pallida
mors aequo pulsat pedte pauperum tabernas,
Regumque
turres,
etc. Hor. Lib.
i.
Od.
4.
Pale-fac'd Fate
Knocks
at the
Palace as the Cottage gate.

And
you, sage
Sir,
have reach'd Four-score,
E'er that your mortal Journey
My
my
but once
I ne'er
visit
pay
errand ne'er allows delay
But Time, you know, with
Has long been knocking
But you
They
'11
are
my
'11
's
o'er,
his bald pate,
at
your gate.
at least these
last
Urchins spare,
my only
only scare 'em
care.
hurt them not
So die and Mors
est
'11
Finis rerum.
Which,
for your Scholars, I
Death
strikes the Learn'd,
the Great
151
'11
translate
the
Little,
and
152
THE COQUETTE
Death
(Where
To
a very Proteus
is
shall
we
give a clear
Of the
find a simile
and proper notion
Scare-crow's perpetual motion
Sometimes, amid the
Grimly
Where
on
rolls
as
his
fields
of war
his iron car;
he guides
Thousands
Then
He,
its
bloody
rapid wheel,
jav'lin feel
spreads his pinions to dispense
The mortal
And where
breath of Pestilence
his distant flight
is
sped,
He gluts
on regions of the dead.
Then he
the pois'nous sickle wields,
That desolates the
Where meagre
fruitful fields,
millions look aghast,
And Famine aids the mortal blast.

Upon the foamy wave he rides,
And the resistless whirlwind guides
So
fierce the
So loud the
angry torrents pour,

furious billows roar,
?)
53
That the brave Seaman's cheek grows pale

Fearless
no more, he
quits the
sail,
And
the proud Vessel, that defies
The
strength of mortal enemies,
Yields her to the all-powerful blow,
And
sinks into the gulph below.
In the deep caverns of the Earth,

He
gives those dire
Which, by
commotions
birth
their elemental power,
Shake down the Temple and the Tower,
Whose
While
lofty tops
Man
approach the skies
beneath the ruins
From hence we
turn.
The common Episode
And now we
dies.
To these vast deeds
succeeds
view his hourly plan
Against the general Life of Man.
Here he assumes the
The blood
Fever's heat
flows quick, the pulses beat
There, in the trembling
Ague quakes,
When
ev'ry chilly
Or
an Asthma heaves the breast,
in
member
That night and day refuses
Or racking gout wrapt up
shakes
rest
in fur,
That
suffers
And
And
thus his various power employs,
not a limb to
thus the race of
Man
stir
destroys.
: :
154
But,
He
He
'tis
not merely by Disease
doth his hourly victims seize
Their impulse to the
They barb
Human
heart
his dart with hopeless care
Or the sharp
Or
claims the Passions that impart
fury of Despair,
plant the ling'ring Sorrow there
Ambition's sleepless lust of power,
And
Disappointment's madd'ning hour
Or, in the form of raging Pride,
He
views the gasping Suicide.
In the world's cares he plays his part,
And, with a Law-suit, breaks a heart
Or makes
and gay,
trap to catch th' incautious prey.
Thus
e'en Pleasure, light
Flavia, in her early
Was summon'd
Beauty was
bloom,
to the silent tomb.
her's,
and
ev'ry
charm
That can the youthful bosom warm

She was the very soul of Pleasure,
And
Fashion's dear and darling treasure.
She waited but the hour to
title,
and a coach and
For that she studied
Which
six
fix
:
ev'ry grace
aids the shape or decks the face,
t$$
For that arrang'd her auburn hair

In ringlets here, in tresses there
How
To
in the
dance she best could move,
fan desire,
These
and waken Love.
her serious thoughts employ
all
Nor does she guess
any
at
But what she thinks
is
joy,
to be
found
In the gay world's enchanting round
She never sought Reflection's
aid,
In Reason's ballance never weigh'd
Or good
or
ill
the law alone
That govern'd Flavia was
Her
sister
died
the Ton.
the tears she shed,
Did not lament Corinna dead
They
flow'd that, for a
She was forbid to
And
stir
month
to
come,
from home
that for six, her form divine,
Black crape and
For she
sars'net,
should enshrine
ne'er heard that Beauty's
Had
e'er
She
little
thought the sable dress
That did upon her
spirits press,
That did the keen vexation
Would
queen
appear'd in bombazine.
stir,
soon, alas, be worn for her.
That she who could the town enslave,
Would soon be
sleeping in the grave.
156
It
was past twelve
When
That
but not yet one
sober folks to bed were gone,
Flavia, at her Toilette's duty,
Receiv'd the aid that
's
claim'd by Beauty
Expecting Lady Jane to
To go
to
Lady Mary's
call
Ball
But, as her lovely form receiv'd
The robe which
A shape
As
appear'd of such a mien
Flavia's eyes
How
And
Who
'11
had never seen
dare you enter here, she said,
what's
this
are you
The Shape
I
Fashion's hand had weav'd,
saucy Masquerade;
Betty, ring the bell.
'Twill be your knell.
reply 'd
save you from the swelt'ring crowd
Form'd by the
vain, the gay, the proud,
For which your tawdry mind prepares

Its fruitless, its coquettish airs.
Lady, you
now must
quit your
home,
For the cool grotto of a tomb.
Be not dismay'd
my
gallant dart
Will ease the flutt'rings of your heart.
He grinn'd a smile
When Betty screams
the jav'lin
flies
and Flavia
dies.
57
TIME AND DEATH, AND GOODY
BARTON
A CAUSETTE
Death
Whence come
you, and where are you going
Time
My
Friend
old
Death!
why,
been
I've
mowing
And
here have got a pretty crop
Within
Nay,
my common, trundling Shop.

am hastening now to sow
:
Though,
We
never shall be call'd to mow.
For when that
We
you know,
at the Harvest, as
's
ripe,
shall shake hands,
my
ancient Friend,
and
find an end.
play
my
In the mean time,
And
daily cart
For
try to
full
or
fill
my
empty
Or with the
'11
proceed,
living or the dead.
part,
"j
[-
:;
158
I
trudge on,
But yet
my
old steady pace,
always win the race
And though
You know,
'm sober
in
my
never stop to
gait,
bait.
Let whip, or spur, the courser goad,

I shall o'ertake
him on the road
For though he paces
At
he
last,
will
be
like the
wind r
behind
left
Wind-gall'd, or spavin'd, or broke-down,
He
my
will
And
better
you'll
take
bottom own
care,
with
all
your
heart,
To
me Luggage
find
Aye
partners
We
still
But
in
one
my Cart.
common toil,
for
shall share the mortal spoil.
what's your present burden,
pray?
The man 's
And
dispos'd to disobey
while he shows that living face,
With me he cannot have a
place.
Death
'Tis true, the Fellow
There 's one jerk more

quiet.
makes a
riot
and now he
's
But, Goody Barton, what
this
's
pother
Goody Barton
Pray stop the Cart, and take another.
For since your Worship
To
The
plague of
Take
He
He
's
been so good,
snatch old Simon of the
this old
Wood,
the neighbourhood,
all
Man
to be free,
for,
long has been a plague to me.
married
me
three
past
at
score,
When
And,
He
was blooming twenty-four
as I 've testimony here,
swore he should not
live a
now, as true as
The
lying rogue has liv'd eleven
While
this
God
year;
And
's
in
Heaven,
:
brave Soldier, on his sword
Has sworn,
that
he
will
keep his
word.
And
he, bedeck'd with martial grace,
Has promis'd
to supply his place.
Now, take an
And
injur'd
woman's
shove him into yonder Cart.
I hope my freedom you
But
part,
I shall
weep,
if
you
'11
excuse,
refuse.
59
160

Death
My
Goody,
'tis
Time 's moving

But be
The
at rest,
Cart will
too late to-day,
on,
and
will
not stay ;
and save your sorrow ;*
come
again, to-morrow.
:;
THE UNDERTAKER AND THE

QUACK
wish
Who
were
among
the wise,
can the mind anatomise
Trace to
its
source, with certain art,
Each impulse of the human
heart
Of
ev'ry action find the cause,
By
certain
And
and unerring Laws ;
thus be qualified to state,
Among
the Little
and the Great,
What
are the motives that precede
Each
private, or each public
Or
for
Man
what just or
selfish
deed
end
plays the foe, or acts the friend.
must own,
This,
And,
therefore, I could never guess
The
why
reason
don't possess;
I see
John Bull,
This day a Wit, the next a Cull
At times a Sage
and then a Fool.
Examples,
afraid, are plenty,
'm
But, I must pick out one from twenty.

vol. I.
l6l
;;
162
has been said, that Man's best
It
wealth,
And
truly said, consists in
Health
Yet, what a Spendthrift of the blessing,
As
if it
And
were not worth possessing.
then the
folly is as plain,
In means to get
From hence
it
back again.
there springs the Quacking
race,
Of Medicine
And
such the
the foul disgrace

folly
which
prevails,
Though angry Reason frowns and

That
oft th'
While Science, in a garret
What
rails,
Empiric cuts and carves,

starves.
the Disease, or where the wound,
For which a cure may not be found ?

If
you believe the boasted scrawl
That 's pasted on each public
The
Views
it
with no unwilling eye,
Nor doth
the idle vaunt upbraid,
Which promises
And
He
wall.
Undertaker, passing by,
all
increase of trade
the Med'cine Shops he sees,
thinks are Banks, for Sextons' fees
A personage
Whose
to
Church yards known,
welfare's blended with his own.

In some old
Town
no matter where,
Screwtight had long
Of building houses
163
possess'd the care
for the dead,
Either of elm, or oak, or lead,
According to the various state
Of those who
And, during
Had
felt
the stroke of Fate
dealt in
Man's mortality,
He had
consign'd to Holy Ground,
Half of
his
A jovial
He 'd
country neighbours round
Fellow too, was
Whose
interests
o'er the
But once,
Ned
way of
As
he duly weigh'd.
as
you
shall quickly hear.
Doctor,
who
the art had found,
also
had a cunning
often, to
While
To
trade,
dead ne'er shed a tear
Sometimes, to make a sick
And
drink your health, and wish you dead
But, that was in the
He
He
thirty years, that
man sound
trick,
make sound men
sick
his Specific, Sovereign Pill,
cure
all ails
would sometimes
As he was one day
Death
riding
home,
fancied to be frolicsome
kill

;;
164
And
leaping on the Doctor's hack,
Sat close and snugly, at his back
And,
as they reach'd
Death sneez'd
Ned
Ned
Screwtight's door,
and Nostrum was no more.
bellow'd, as he view'd the sight,
Which put
the street into a fright,
This day
never wish'd to see
Unlucky
for
my
and me.
trade,
His wife exclaim'd what

Here, bring him
What 's
in,
and
is
dead
and you
Screwtight hung down
You
lies
now, be very
shall
upon
I 'd
talk of jobs.
back
slack.
thrive
folks alive ?
swear
'tis
true,
sooner do the job for you.
We 've
For,
his
we Undertakers
With Doctors who keep
You
on the ground,
ever found.
The good man

trade, will
sigh'd.
replied
And
How
head and
there, stretch'd
the best friend
out.
Nob ?
've a Job.
his
woman, he
foolish
Old Nostrum,
Was
him
lay
got into your foolish
The man
this rout ?
's all
cause to grieve
when Quacks
say what you

they cease to
die,
will
kill.
165
THE MASQUERADE
'
Life
Thus
is
a Farce, and
John Gay,
far
While others,
'
That Life
is
all
things
show
a pretty Poet.
I believe,
have
said,
but a Masquerade.'
Some nervous
people
But hang me, then,
may conceive
if I
These simple questions
believe
I
would
If Honesty e'er wears a mask
it
it.
ask,
If Piety takes borrow'd airs,
And in a Visor says its

When Charity serenely
Is
it
a Virtue that beguiles
When
Public
Men
Of Justice and
Can
Or when
if its
Should
To
support the cause
their Country's Laws,
suppose that they are brewing
Some Mischief for

As
prayers
smiles,
that Country's ruin
the Soldier guards the throne
power were
I
his
own
consult or Truth or Reason,
fancy there
is
lurking Treason
it.'
;;
166
Suspicion, or
From
And
lias,
its rise
vain would be the various knowledge
Which
have gain'd
If I should
Calumny and
in
'Twas thus
failing
Railing.
mus'd, at close of day,
upon the
School and College,
at
have that wretched
Which ends
As
Lord Bacon
Ignorance doth take
sofa lay
When Morpheus o'er my senses crept,

And all my yielding nature slept.
The subject of my waking hour
Was
carried
on by Fancy's power
And my fine Philosophic theme

Was now transform'd into a Dream.
I
thought, I somehow, was convey'd
To join a splendid Masquerade

And that my youthful form was
In some such mantle, robe or
As when Philosophy was
drest
vest,
gay,
Might have bedeck'd old Seneca.
Some rang'd
aloft
and some below
Compos'd the motley, crowded show.
The
lights, in parti-colour'd blaze,
Darted around their dazzling
rays.

Here
167
ev'ry aromatic flower
Sweeten'd the gay inviting bower
And
there the festive board appear'd,
While animating Music cheer'd.
With
all its bustle,
The
scene to
And
calling
thought,
me
singing, flirting,
was not diverting
Reason
I rather
to
my
aid,
loudly said,
Life cannot be a Masquerade.
Thus, as
As he
spoke, a Rev'rend Sage,
appear'd, bent
down
with Age,
In a commanding, solemn, tone,
Made
his superior
Knowledge known.
Though you assume, with
grave and Philosophic
It is
air
is
o'er the real truth
the place where you
The
portraiture of social
Nor
will
If
may
man
Falstaff's
form
I explain.
;
pray look
him,
full
scan
your time be pass'd in vain,
you attend, while
See
So
care,
your inexperienc'd youth
That glosses
This
much
so
of ribaldry
and whim
at
:;
68
And
yet that
paunch
shields from the sight,
A lean, pale, fawning Hypocrite

Who feeds upon the daily care
Of preaching penitence and prayer

Nay, to his groaning Saints
Masquerade
's
What think you of

Who
will tell,
the way to Hell.

that
blooming
wears the crescent in her
The semblance
of a Virgin chaste
With Dian's zone around her

But
little
do these emblems
She 's an abandon'd
There
He
's
fair
hair,
waist
suit
Prostitute.
a Peruvian Chief, so fine
seems the Master of a Mine,
Whose
envied Treas'ry would unfold
Ingots of silver and of gold.
There 's
Momus
too, that foe to sorrow
They meet the Gazette to-morrow.

Regard that Beggar, on her crutches
in
'11
She
is
a young and lively Duchess.
Present her alms, and she
Though
That
receive 'em
she has not yet learn'd to give 'em.

stout,
and well-made
Who
stalks
And
challenges to
Inviting
'11
all
Pugilist,
about with well-clench'd
to
left
and
come and
right,
fight
fist
: ;

With
this
same very noisy
69
fellow,
squeaking, hunch-back, Punchinello.
Though
At home they
For
clamours never cease ;
their foul
're
paid to keep the peace.
so, 'tis order'd
They
by the Fates,
are two Police Magistrates.
Behold Apollo, with his Lyre,

And
hear
him breathe Poetic Fire
But not a couplet
He
is,
his
own.
in truth, the dullest drone,
That palms
See
is
his
nonsense on the town,
that gay
Nymph,
with what a
bound
She nimbly
rises
from the ground
Alas, those cheeks, where Health appears
In gay disguise, are us'd to
What though
tears.
her arms, with am'rous rant,
Give their embrace to each gallant
Next week she bids adieu
And
to
men,
goes into the Magdalen.
There's
Justice,
And
about the poor man's cause
talks
who expounds
the Laws,
:
Displays the scales, and shows the sword
But you
'11
not take the rascal's word.
A Lawyer he, you may rely on

Who never fails to squeeze a Client.
't ;
; ;
170
Those Lords
Of
and white, and
red,
With
On
out in Liv'ry gay
set
tassel'd hats,
which the epaulette
Who,
blue,
and grey ;
and shoulders proud,

's
bestow'd
thus array'd in Footman's dress,
Would
every
As they
Dame
of rank caress
salute the passing
But shew us what
fair,
their Fathers were.
You may suppose, deck'd out in pladdie,

He is some bonny Highland Laddie,
Who his bold, war-like clan can trace
Full as far back as Ossian's race,
Whose broad sword would
attack a
cannon
of the Shannon.
No, he's an
That busy rogue, with rosy mien,
offspring
His night-cap white, and apron clean,
Who
sharps his knife, has just forsook
His banking shop, to be a cook.

But, in his kitchen-dress, I scan
The
Oh
figure of
'tis
Who's
a gormandizing sinner,
life's
There
So
fat,
an Alderman.
's
chief object
is
a dinner.
the Eighth Henry,
all in state,
so haughty, and so great,
Who grunts command, and cries out Ha

He 's a spare member of the Law,

Who, having not
wife he
Is glad at
home
artful
to read a brief
strive to
baggage who
His tinseFd
By
sleeve, is
her the Tyrant
Nor does she

She
is
Who
is
fear to
Lady
at the
Array'd in
all
hang a
thief.
pulling
is
Anna
Bullen
not dreaded,
be beheaded.
command,
at
oft has strok'd
Look
kill
tired of, at his will,
's
That bids him
The
the power to
171
a Lawyer's band.
nymph, so
so slim,
light,
the flow'ry trim,
In the half-transparent dress
Of some Arcadian Shepherdess

With what an
As
if
to
But not
air,
her crook she waves,
awe her Shepherd

as
if
slaves,
she wish'd to keep
In Arcady, a flock of sheep.
Then view
And
the Turk,
Not words alone
who now
pursues her,
with such am'rous motions woos her,

his passion prove
proffer'd purse proclaims his Love.
Charm'd with her shape, and winning
What would he
give, to see her face
In keen Resentment's ready pride
She turns the painted Mask
aside,
grace,
::
1/2
And
shews that face
As
some Dsemon
if
away he
flies,
in disguise,
Had aim'd a dagger at his life

Twas no such thing, unless a wife,
From such an husband
Can show
at will
two
'Tis but
When Love
Around
Were
some horrid shape.
years, since they were wed,

its
their
crimson roses shed
couch
and deathless vows
breath'd by each enamour'd spouse,
But so
Had
to escape,
it
was, that, e'er the
Sun
his allotted circuit run,
She to the Laws address'd her
To
suit,
save her from the horrid Brute.
The Laws were kind
And
to her entreating,
she no longer fears a beating
But, as you see, at large can prance,
Clad
in a separate maintenance.
That
figure there, with look profound,
His eye commercing with the ground,
Whose beard
Is the
fit
Would,
so long, so white with age,
Costume of the sage
as
it
seems, appear to be
The
essence of Philosophy.
But
He
's
no Clerk,
though, arragh burn
Pat was brought up
as an Attorney
ye,
And now
Fame and Purse
his
Rhymes
encreases,
By
writing
Of
other Authors makes a hash,
And
instead of Leases
thus works up the flimsy trash,
That each revolving month
seen
is
To flourish in a Magazine.
He meditates how he shall write
On all he hears, and sees to-night
That
in
How
some
may
say,
Diversion past away
this
And
Journal, he
be assured, the pond'ring
Will not omit his
pompous
elf
self.
Regard that sighing love-sick swain,

Who,
To
in the cloak
And, to the
Some
lute's
respondent
strings,
tender, am'rous ditty sings
The youth has

Without
Who,
and plume of Spain,
damsel doth complain,
ev'ry
stole a
march from College,
his surly Father's
knowledge
while he sings his am'rous strain,
Is fast asleep in Philpot Lane.
His pride
And
to be thought a Poet,
here the Student comes to shew
Again he
And,
is
if
sings, 'twere well to hear
his verse
him.
is
it.
him
good, we'll cheer
73
174
Recitative
As
wander through the grove,
Thus
I sing in praise of Love.
of Harmony inspire,
And aid me as I strike the Lyre.
All my heart's secret pulses move,
Ye powers
While thus
I hail
thee
Heavenly Love.
Song
Thee
feels
the rough Norwegian in his cot,
Thick ribb'd with
The flne-nerv'd
ice
and
pil'd
Persian, stretch'd in sultry grot
Feels thee a fiercer sun within
And
with snow
him glow
wild with Love, and flaming with desire,
Feeds, self-tormented, feeds, the soft Idalian
To
thee the pale-ey'd cloister'd
With fond devotion
fills
fire.
fair
her eyes
'Tis not to Heav'n she wafts her sighs,
To
thy embower'd altar
flies
the prayer.
For thee, the azure-ey'd Circassian pines,
What time
And
in all her youthful grace,
Beauty's bloom, unto the loath'd embrace
Of some proud
For
Sultan, she her
thee, her cause
pines.
and end,
charms resigns
celestial
Love she

Tis not the heat of rash
175
desire,
Midst banquets born and floods of madd'ning

wine,
When
Love's soft passion
Nor what
first
appears divine,
the Harlot's glances can inspire
Nor ought perfum'd
that breathes the high-born
dame,
Whose painted
Fashion's
cheeks,
fond fools
admire
Love
's
more sublime, a
far
more sacred
fire.
Recitative
Begot by Beauty on the eyes,
From
On
the heart produc'd in sighs
smiles
Of reason,
to the brute deny'd.
Thus
I sing in praise
You sung
Such
it
wander through the grove,
my
well,
is
Life such
Bard,
the scene,
is th'
find this
of Love
is
your verse
and wrote
it
is
true
true.
and, trust to me,
Epitome
Whether your years
You '11
on smiles the pride
As
Well done,
Of
feeds,
it
are few or many,
Life's miscellany.
176
Yes, you
'11
The moral
'm
remember who
display'd
of the Masquerade.
like the rest,
my game
I play,
wear a mask as well as they
And not a moment I 'II defer

To show my real character.
'Twas Death himself, and by my
He
rose in grim
The music
and
ceas'd
side,
griesly pride.
the
lights burn'd blue,
And all was horrid to my view.

He pois'd his dart, and danc'd along,
With
rattling step,
Some screamed
amid the throng.
their fears,
While the Shape pac'd
At
it
and others
o'er the dead.
length, methought, I felt his stroke
And
glad
I was,
Though
The
when
'm grown
fled
awoke.
old, I 've not forgot
lesson which the Vision taught
And own, though with a sigh or two,

Too oft I found The Vision True.
177
THE DEATH BLOW

To
what does Britain owe her Fame,
Her honour, and

With
all
superior name,
the splendour of her Glory,
In ancient, and in modern story ?

Where'er her Colours are unfurl'd,
Where'er her war-like Thunder 's hurl'd,
Or on
the Land, or on the Sea,
She
the Child of Victory.
is
Is
it
Commerce
to
The name which
that she
owes
the world bestows
all
Wealth may
afford
But Glory
not gain'd by Trade.
Cowards,
To
is
'tis
true, are
sometimes bold,
shield from Force the treasur'd gold
Nay, half-starv'd Av'rice
From
But
pilf'ring
hands
Say,
will
be brave
his bags to save
this strange passion of the hour,
Derives from Fear

is it
Freedom
The bosom
vol. 1.
pow'rful aid,
its
with
its
transient power.
that inspires
its
early fires
;:
178
That
The
is
a motive to incite
embattl'd Phalanx to the fight
But Boys are brave, while
know what Freedom means
Before they
No, though the cause
cannot scan,
Nature forms an Englishman.
'Tis
'Tis Nature's
Its
in their teens,
powers that impart
courage to the British heart
'Tis the
Home Combats
The Hero
It is the
The
that prepare
for the feats of
War.
triumphs of the Fist,
contest of the Pugilist,
'Tis these that discipline the Will
To
future darings,
The
and
Spirit that ne'er
instill
knows
to yield
In contests of the tented Field
And
The bloody
How
To
oft
to sustain
conflict of the
we
see
Main.
John Bull
delight,
court the fierce, domestic fight,
Where no
To
Seaman
teach the
base, angry passions lead
murd'rous
act,
Where Honour
is
or vengeful deed
the darling
Meed
Tho', sometimes, to reward the bold,
The Conq'eror
shares the wager'd gold.

From
no cov'ring he
Art,
His arms
79
receives,
are those which Nature gives
In native strength, he scorns to wield
The
No
Spear, the Broadsword, or the Shield.
helmet
glitters
on
His brawny breast
The
is
his brow,
bare below.
well-cropt hair his temples crown,
Or brown,
or
The blows
fair,
and
all his
own.
proceed from
well-clench'd
fist,
The
strong-nerv'd arms those blows resist
And though by some judicious knock,

An eye is clos'd a jaw is broke
:
Or by some
well-directed blows,
The blood comes gushing from
And
On
Or
tho' the ribs
may change
the nose
their hue,
being beaten black and blue

lifted up, 'twixt earth
fierce
cross-buttock
and Heaven,
may be
given
To him who, whatsoe'er his science,

When strength commands, must yield compliance
But,
when the
And
all th'
Battle
enliv'ning
's
lost
and won,
Hubbub's done,
Peace soon resumes her former
And
all is
harmony
again,
reign,
180
What,
tho' the vanquish'd
Hobbling away
And
Hero 's
led
to seek his bed,
e'en the Conqueror, opprest
With weighty blows, has need of rest

Yet here the
And
One
short-liv'd fury ends,
the fierce foes are instant friends.
of our
modern Statesmen thought,
man, with various wisdom
That
this
same
Did courage
And
to the
mind impart
that each battle
'Mong country
Where tender
fraught,
pugilistic art
folks
which
seen,
is
upon the Green,
smiles might be the prize
Of him who
clos'd a rival's eyes,
Would urge
the
Which
upon a
am
With
waits
Youth
to seek the
Soldier's
fame
name.
delighted to agree
this great
Man's philosophy
Which, to confirm,
That
tells
I 've
got a story,
of Death, as well as Glory.
Harry from
Sheffield^
Tom
from Town>
Experienc'd Boxers of renown,
Had met
to fight near
Epsom Down,
Who
l8l
the keen Bottle-holders were,
Or who
Champions did
the
Were names too crabbed
prepare,
to rehearse
In the soft melody of Verse
And
they
who kept
The Muses do not
the well-fenc'd ring

chiise to sing.
Thither the Amateurs repair,
The noble
And
Fanciers
all
were there
thousands from the country round,
Were seen on the enchanted ground.

Smart Gigs and Curricles appear,
While slow-pac'd Carts bring up the
That glorious day,
'twas
Horse, or Chaise
In London,
Of
many a
labour, left his
who could
they
all
rear.
get
were
let.
sooty Son
work undone
And
trudg'd through heat, and dust to see
The
Pugilistic Chivalry.
And
all
The
Bets to
the Kiddies were awake,

offer,
or to take.
The Combatants
A thousand
They
at length appear'd
tongues their presence cheer'd.
stripp'd,
and to the eager
eye,
Display'd their strength and symmetry.
82
Harry, Herculean shape
possess'd,
While Tom's superior form was dress'd

In those proportions that might grace
Figure of Celestial Race
Such as the Bards of ancient days
Have sung
in their
immortal Lays,
And
to the Sculptor
The
antique beauties of his Art.
Both stood
erect, in
An Ajax and
At
might impart
manly
tread,
a Diomede.
length, th' impatient Fight began
'Twas hand to hand and
man
Some
took place,
And
lively sparring first
then a blow on either face.
Again
And
for mastery they try,
then a hit on either eye.
Each Hero
Tom
to man.
for
advantage watches
aim'd a blow which
Then, as they both
th'
t'
other catches
occasion seek
Strongly to strike, Tom's ruddy cheek
Receiv'd a Hit beneath the eye,
That made the crimson
fluid fly
And the conclusion of the round

Is Tom from London on the ground.
Facer
is
the term that
Nor would
's
83
us'd,
the Slang have been refus'd
But that the Muse, though fond of chime,

Capriciously denied a rhyme.
In various way the Betting ran,
But Harry was the
Now Tom
And
of this
favourite man.
broke through his
movement
on Harry's
force a hit
His
seem'd to
ev'ry effort
And
the round clos'd
Five minutes
guard,
the reward
Was, with the quickness of a
To
rival's
bullet,
gullet.
tell
when Harry
now had
fell.
pass'd away,
In sparring, and such cautious play,
When Harry, all his strength address'd

To place a blow on Tommy's breast.
The
It
stroke resounded like a
seem'd as
But no
An
for
if
Tom's end was come
on Harry's
of this round,
Than
he contriv'd to place
active Hit
And
drum
face.
no more 's
that they clos'd,
and
to tell
that they
fell.
84
Now Harry
And
forc'd
Then
seiz'd his rival's thighs,
him from the earth
to rise
did his utmost vigour strain,
To throw him
to the earth again
And, with
own incumbent
his
Oppress'd him, in that helpless

But, like Antaeus, as we
By those who sung
Tom
seem'd,
in
're
weight,
state.
told
days of old,
when he had touch'd
the
"
ground,
With strength augmented,
to rebound,
Prepar'd to take another round.
desperate Rally
now took
place,
Tom fix'd a Hit on Harry's face.

Harry inflam'd, with anger burn'd,
And such a Leveller return'd,
So
fierce
That
The
a blow upon the head
Tom
fell,
and profusely
time was past,
His breath heav'd
To
save
him
bled.
nor could he
short, clos'd
rise,
were his eyes
vain was each endeavour
For he had given
Harry, though
in for ever.
Victor, look'd aghast,
As Tom, from London, breath'd
his last
::

And
wish'd that he had gain'd the day
In some
I
185
way.
less inauspicious
have, he said, the Battle gain'd,
And my known
Tom
But,
Tis
character sustain'd
has taken such a banging,
well if I escape
from hanging.
All I can say for grief
That
Never,
my
purpose
is
vain,
will maintain,
I swear, to fight again.
But Death appear'd

!
Once more, my
friend
'
Yes, one Round more, and
The Seconds now, were
all will
fill'd
Umpires, and Bottle-holders
end.'
with dread
fled
Confusion reign'd throughout the scene,
And
the
Crowds hurried from the Green.
The roads were
quickly cover'd o'er
With Chaise and
pair,
and Chaise and
While Curricles, and Gigs display
The
rapid fury of their way
And many a
As Playgame
downfall grac'd the day.

claim'd a flying Bet,
His new-built Tilbury was
o'erset
four.
; ::
86
Lord Gammons Barouche met
its fate,
In contact with a Turnpike-Gate
And Ned Fly's Gig, that hurried after,

Was plung'd into a pond of water
While Tom, to prove the proverb sound,
Though he was
But, would
The
wetted, was not drown'd.
not be vain to
it
various chances that befell
Horsemen and Footmen, who
From Death's dread

when
For
tell
the
that day,
challenge ran away
affrighted
Crowd
was
gone,
And Death and Harry

The
were alone,
Spectre hasten'd to propose
That they should forthwith come

But
Harry
thought
As no one 's here

I
'11
try
to blows
right to say,
to see fair play
your strength another day
Besides, I
know not how you 're made
look for substance
A bag
it
of bones
you
for
're
a shade
aught
know,
Old Broughton, from the Shades below
And though
His power
alive, I
should not dread
war not with the dead.
Thus, keeping well his guard, he spoke.
When
grinning
Death
put in a stroke,
1!

Which did
And
Was
the short-liv'd round decide,
Sheffield
laid
by
Harry,
Tom
'Tis thus the
The History
of
in his pride,
from London's
Muse begs
side.
leave to close
Knock-down blows.
87
88
THE VISION OF SKULLS

What
What
is
Matter, what
Or how
act they
upon each
To
live as
An
Answer, clear and
Be glad
is
Spirit ?
are the powers which they inherit
It is a
Brother should
to offer,
if I
other,
with Brother
full, I
should
could.
metaphysic doubt
How the mind
frisks,
and plays about,
And sometimes makes
When Morpheus
a motley
riot,
keeps the body quiet
And, by no worldly care opprest,
Our every sense
is
laid at rest.
No sounds then reach the deafen'd

To the clos'd eye no forms appear
Feeling,
ear,
and Taste, and Smell refuse
Alike, their tributary dues.
When
Sleep has been invok'd to shed
Its opiate
Then do
poppies o'er the head.
strange figures oft arise,
In various forms, to Fancy's eyes
; ;;

Which from
And
in
the senseless
body breaks,
some wild vagary wakes

Umbrage,
Pleas'd, in Night's
to display
Caricaturas of the day.
Now she o'erlooks the giddy

Or
sails
along the foamy deep
steep,
Delighted roams through Fairy bowers,
Bedeck'd with never-fading flowers
Or bound
Or
in
damp and darksome
cave,
struggling with th' impetuous wave.
Now
rais'd to pinnacles of
Or damn'd by some
Fame,
name
inglorious
Grasping a friend in warm embrace,
Who
Or
long has run Life's eager race
following to the
Those who
will
Tomb,
with sorrow,
glad the eye to-morrow.
Sometimes we wake, from wealth and

power,
To Disappointment's painful hour

And from the velvet couch arise,
To
the flock-bed, where Sorrow
From
falling rock
We joy
And
to
hug a
smile,
and fancied
lies.
billow,
real pillow;
though
still
the
bosom
beats,
To
find
we 're
safe
between the sheets.
189
190
Exterior objects
do not
give
The cause by which such Fancies
live
No real subject can be brought

To fill the mind, or aid the thought,
When all the powers of vision lie
Beneath the
Matter,
lids that close the eye.
plain, as all agree,
'tis
By any Laws
of Sympathy,
Cannot, with a suspended sense,
To thought or feeling make pretence

And if the Spirit could disown
The Body's
It
power, and act alone,
would proceed by sober
rule,
And
never
Nor
turn the actions of the day
frisk,
or play the fool,
Into Phantasmagoria.
Here then,
With my
And
If I
I close
the puzzling theme
faint notion of
a dream
leave to others to express,
have made a lucky guess.
'Tis
from the senses that the soul
Derives
its
power to controul
The scheme
of Life
for
when they
It does not the least order keep,
sleep
:;

But moves with
In
its
191
fantastic train,
frolic sportings o'er the brain,
And seems
To
to strive, with all
its clatter,
separate itself from matter.
There are machines which owe the State
Of all
movements
their
to a weight
If the weight moves, they
Progressive,
But,
if it
and
their
all
work
go on
done
stops, they either cease,
Or work confusion through
The
is
clock struck eight
the Piece.
and,
at the
stroke,
Sir
Simon Bullion groan'd
The groan was
and 'woke.
follow'd with such sighs
As made my Lady ope her
eyes
With speed the curtain she undrew,
Of her
When
As
if
dear Knight to take a view,

she beheld
he
'd
and wan,
fears
he did beguile,
he turn'd round, and seem'd to smile.
I 've
That
pale
been a murder'd man
But soon her
When
him
had a dream,'
still
affects
Sir
Simon
my mind
said,
with dread
;:
192
1
And
my
if,
Love, you
Its frightful hist'ry
My
'11
you
lend an ear,
shall hear.'
Lady, having smooth'd the bed,
In listening posture plac'd her head
When, having given a Hem,
or two,
Sir
Simon did the Tale pursue.
I 've
'
dream'd
Nor what
was
know not
strange bus'ness led
me
where,
there
But, hurried by a crowd, I thought

I
saw the Portals of a Vault
Which some uncommon

So
went
sight possest,
in with all the rest.
The
spacious Cave which met
Was
like
What
view,
a Church without a Pew.
saw there was wond'rous strange
Around the
On
my
place, in various range,
ev'ry side, above, below,
In order due, a dismal show
Of sculls innumerable stood

As
if
the dead from Noah's flood,
Had, with
Sent
successive, constant care,
all their
Pericraniums there
But, whether moderns, or of yore,
They now one solemn
No
difference
now
visage bore
discern'd the eye
All grinn'd in grim equality.

Some
93
of the curious, bustling croud
Rush'd back, while others scream'd aloud

But, while their terrors they betray'd,
did not feel myself afraid
Nay, by
Who
my
side were two or three,
me
seem'd as brave and bold as
They took
their quizzing glasses out,
Quite at their ease, and look'd about.
Beneath the deep-roof d vault there stood

A
Figure, neither flesh nor blood
Of
Such
To
horrid shape, and ghastly mien,

as in pictures I
have seen,
represent that foe to breath,
Distinguish'd by the
name
of
Death.
Around
there blaz'd a flaming brand,
Which,
in the stalking Spectre's
Wav'd, to and
That
fill'd
fro,
hand,
a meteor bright,
each dark recess with
1 thought, that
The meaning
now
light.
I wish'd to
know
of this mortal show
So ask'd the guide about the Tomb.

Call
it,
he said
But though
I
'11
VOL. I.
a Catacomb.
do not know the word,
swear 'twas what
thought
heard
194
And,
If
after breakfast, I
'tis
And
in
Tommy's
will
If in the
And
that
go look
my
not be strange,
it
Book
Dear,
should appear,
it
sleeping in
I,
Should dream a word
The Figure wav'd

And,
'11
Spelling-book
my
Bed,
never read.
his torch around,
"\
whose hollow sound
in a voice,
Did, through the echoing vaults rebound,
He
bid us
The
'
he read,
listen, as
awful Hist'ry of the Dead.
" Those are the Kings
Those
Sculls the
who
sceptres bore
Crowns Imperial wore.
The Beauties of a former day

There grin the passing years away.
These are the heads within whose bone

The solemn
And
light of
will diffuse,
Wisdom
shone,
with Science sage,
each future age.
Its radiance o'er
Beneath this arch, in many a row,

Valour displays
They were
Whom
all
its
dismal show.
Knights of great renown
Honour
cherish'd as
Nay, some of them
Of what they did
its
shall tell
for
own
the story
Fame and
Glory."
195
The Phantom gave three heads a stroke

With
Torch, and thus they spoke.
his fierce
Said one, "
Who
war an early grave
found
in
was a soldier brave,

;
But, e'er in Honour's field I died

I
slew the
Hero by my
side."
The Hero, by his side, exclaim'd,
" 'Twas my
was
It
That
my
laid
right
arm your prowess tam'd
sabre's well-aim'd blow,
your glittering figure low."
cried a third, " pray cease your pother,
"
Ho,"
saw you both
kill
one another."
Thus, though no arms, or

thought they threaten'd an
And
To
I
legs
had
affray
they,
seem'd, without alarm or dread,
long to play the Loggerhead.
thought their clamour ne'er would cease
But the Torch wav'd, and

It
all
was peace.
seem'd most strange the sight
That heads should speak
I saw,
'gainst Nature's
law,
Without a Tongue,
Was
humbly
nor move a Jaw.
told the Guide, that I
of the class of Chivalry.
196
But that
Who
was a Civic Knight,
had much
rather eat than fight.
Turn and look up, methought he

At the huge
Which
The
said,
Sculls above your head,
are so thick, they might defy
any musketry.
balls of
Those which there meet your curious ken,

Belong'd to Knights and Aldermen,
Who
to the Sword's heroic
work
Preferr'd the feats of Knife
And, as they
and Fork
Jaws between,
grin, the
Their well-us'd, worn-out teeth are seen.
But
all
these mortal remnants stood,
In such exact similitude,

I
could not
If
any of
see,
my
then enquir'd,
And
If he
Was
all
my
care,
if
no
offence,
hop'd 'twas not impertinence,
might
to
fill
tell
whose
fleshless face
up an empty space,
Which seem'd
It
with
friends were there.
so large, that I could swear,
was preserv'd for some Lord Mayor.
He
wav'd his Torch, and lost in smoke,
'Twas thus
That
thought the Spectre spoke.
place, Sir
Simon,
Arid shortly will be
filled
is
your due
by you.

I felt his
grasp around
While the main bone
And though
I
thought that
Then
My
had
awoke.
97
neck,
was not dead,
my
lost
head.
What joy
Dolly snoring in
seem'd to break
it
dream'd
I
my
my
ear
to hear
!
To view her what a charming sight

And O, th' unspeakable delight
To find, when I could thus behold her,
I had a head upon my shoulder.'
My
Lady now, with tender
Calm'd
'
his alarms in her embrace.
I like this
'Tis a
grace,
dream,' she said,
good omen
never
'
my
dear
fear.
'm sure you cannot have forgot,
When once you dream'd that you were shot

And then you 'woke, alarm'd and frighted
But three weeks
after
you were knighted.
'm quite enchanted
The
and forebode
prospect of great future good.
Not long a simple Knight you '11
And mark my certain Augury
be,
For, in the Spectre's flaming brand,

I see
the Herald's
Bloody Hand
198
And soon
Sir
'
Simon
shall read in the Gazette

is
a Baronet.'
hope, that you divine aright,'
Replied the half-recover'd Knight
But though
'
my
tale so
lucky seems,
I'd rather sleep without These Dreams.'
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THE PORTER'S CHAIR

Of Things
to Notions
when we
see
regular Conformity,
(Such was the lesson of
We may
my
youth)
suppose we see the Truth.
And when
the contrary prevails,
'Tis Falshood, with its lying tales
But, the refinement of the day,
Has
settled
it
another way.
Some men may now, nor do

Tell ready Falshoods
Nay,
To
'tis
all
a wrong,
day long
the duty of their place,
utter practis'd Lies with grace
And, that
their wants
They keep them
ready, cut
John Lockfast had,
The Guardian
of
may be
supplied,
and
for years, kept sentry,
some Great Man's Entry,
Which, not to give offence, we
By
the
more
dried.
stylish
name
call
of Hall
;;
200
Prepar'd, at ev'ry sounding knock,
The
harrass'd Portal to unlock
And
there or yes
or noto
As was the order of the
say,
day.
The tenant of an Easy Chair,

His Life was
free
from bustling care
There, when by watchful nights
He
could recruit himself with

sit
With which the
liv'ried train
As they
The
in
rest.
and hear the News,
There he would
Their fellow
distrest,
and
varlets,
amuse
relate
due attendance wait
lucky fortune, or disasters
Which happen
And
to their
tittle-tattle
Of all
Lords and Masters,
of the heigh-days
the high-bred, tonish Ladies.
language of their own,
Nay,
in a
Talk
o'er the scandal of the
Thus /o/in, who had,

Been used the
The
many
a year,
daily Tales to hear,
state domestic,
Of ev'ry house
for
Town.
could declare
in ev'ry square.
Nay, such was his experience thought

In ev'ry thing which Service taught,
That
Did
all
the shoulder-knots in town
his superior
knowledge own,

Nor
the Porter sage to greet,
fail'd
As Oracle of Harley
Street.
He knew the policy that waits

On vigilance at Great Men's gates
And how to gloss the daily lie
With a
Of all
soft,
To him who was

But could
To
smiling gravity.
bows would
his
201
give the best
a welcome guest
reply, in surly tone,
those he wanted to be gone
In short, he could adapt his face,
As
well as voice, to ev'ry case
And had
When to
the
art,
return a
Nor was
this
the
Yes
all.
To
know,
or No.
He could unfold
The Language which
From
first I
the
Knocker
told
Fashion's proud, imperious rap,
the poor Suppliant's
Whether
'twas
humble tap
Form, or Friendship came,
Or disappointed Tradesman's claim
The sons
Or
of Frolic, and of Fun,
the stroke flippant of a Dun.
Besides, John, though he did not know

Was no mean Casuist, and
show
I
'11
it.
it,
202
From living well, and sitting

And of strong beer a daily fill,
With other habits
The props
By slow
still,
that combine,
of Life to undermine,
degrees,
John
was, at length
Diminish'd, both in health and strength
And,
The
as
he one night thought of dying,
thirty years
he 'd pass'd in lying,
Came cross his mind, with the intent

To quit his service, and repent.
But
after a full glass of Gin,
He
ask'd
how
it
could be a
sin,
To do what ev'ry Servant did,

And what his Lord and Lady bid ?
So while he
whirT'd th' inspiring smoke,
John, to himself, thus thought and spoke.
'
I say,
And
Nay,
what
my
'tis
am
told to say,
duty to obey.
I believe it true, that I,
When
am
lying,
if I
The
Lie's
my
And, though
think
do not
lie
utter Falsehood's words,
For,
'tis
it
Lady's or
may
my
Lord's;
not be so
civil,
they should fear the Devil.

remember,
I well
I
t'
203
other day,
heard a rev'rend Prelate say,
As from my Lord he went away,

I
am, indeed, with truth most fervent,
Your Lordship's most devoted Servant
And
that
's
a swinging one,
hold
Though my Lord Archbishop

But that
No
is
sin at
And
let
Besides,
all,
me
Than him
call'd a
it.
mere expression,
nor wants confession
ask then,
told
it,
for using
why should
'm worse
if I
words of course ?
I feel
alarm
For saying what does no one harm ?

heard our Chaplain
I 've
Is not
Denying
say,
bona fide Lying
At
least, that
By
ev'ry
Law
it
will
that
be forgiven
's
made
in
Heaven.'
But a most strange event drew nigh,
To
cut short this Soliloquy.
The clock struck twelve, a gentle knock

Bid John the Mansion door unlock
He
took a
To
see
1
light,
who
and
left his chair,
ask'd admittance there.
Paley's Philosophy, vol.
ill. p.
184.
;:
204
horrid Figure met his eyes.
John
instant thought of all his Lies.
And
struck with fear, aloud he squalPd
Murder, and
Fire,
Then hobbled
And
and Thieves he bawl'd
off at helter skelter,
in the cellar sought for shelter.
My Lord and Lady were gone

To some Fandango,
And
all
the upper servants too,
As second-table gentry
Had,
To
out,
Rout,
Ball, or
do,
to ape their betters
gone
a smart party of their own.
The
maids upstairs with
Tom
were
sitting
For he was
sick,
and they were
They heard the noise
knitting.
Tom, with a
grin,
Said thieves were somewhere breaking in
Then
And
seiz'd a pistol
my
swore that none should rob
As Betty
and a sword,
Lord.
shriek'd, said jolly Nell,
There are no
thieves, I sure
can
tell
who, in a dream,
'Tis that fool John,
Sees some strange thing that makes him
scream
And
if
down
There we
stairs
we gently
shall find
him
creep,
fast asleep.
;
:
: :

'Twas but
last
week
205
that he was found
Bawling and sprawling on the ground,

Swearing he dream'd that he was drown'd.
They went, and what a

Death
sight was there
sitting in the Porter's chair
While some strange bird was heard to
And
Tom
dropp'd the pistol from his hand

his strength the
Bet shook with
Fell
It
fear,
nor was she
fat Nelly, in
from the
As she plung'd headlong
She heav'd a
The
her fright,
to the Hall
struck the marble floor

sigh,
and spoke no more.
his victim
on the ground
grinn'd a smile, and wav'd his dart
'Tis done,
The door
When
fall,
Spectre calmly turned around,
And saw
Then
slack,
back
stair-case, at the sight.
was a most tremendous
Her forehead
sword command.
trace her hurrying footsteps
While poor,
squall,
around the Hall.
flapp his wings
Nor could
To
he
said,
and
I depart.
gap'd wide, as he withdrew
the Bird shriek'd, and with
John, though
Stole up,
still
him
trembling with
and view'd the dismal
flew.
affright,
sight.
206
Death
still
Said John,
To
placed poor Nelly there.
I ne'er
again will
if I live,
to-morrow morning,
surely give his Lordship warning.
'11
In your warm
Be where you
place,
will,
he
good John remain
'11
come again
Whate'er may be your future
Whether
his
lie will
hand
serve to
salutes our gate,
make him
Whene'er he puts us
The
wait
to the trial,
scare-crow will take no denial
For, at the time he
We
lot,
in Palace, Hall or Cot,
Whene'er
No
stir,
such a Visiter
let in
And,
I
indeed possest his chair,
Tom had
For
all
's
pleas'd to
of us, must be at
Home.
come,
207
THE PANTOMIME
Joke, and Fun, and Frisk, and Folly,
And
ev'ry
With
Fill
Foe
airy step
to Melancholy,
and smiling mien,
up the Pantomimic scene.
Frolic spirits, light and gay,
Chase the ev'ning gloom away

While they
their lively
What have we
Tragedy
is
whims pursue,
with Care to do
blood and slaughter
Tyrant's wife, or Prince's daughter,
With some bold Lover
Who
by a
rival's
hand
in her train,
is
slain
With, right or wrong, a spice of reason
To
thwart Conspiracy and Treason
A fav'rite Slave, an infant Son,

A battle lost, a battle won
Tears, shrieks, a dagger
and a bowl,
Of Tragic Dramas form
the whole.
208
Though,
And
to
add horror to the woe,
give the last Scene
show,
all its
were as well the Stage to spread
It
With a
slight sprinkle of the
The Comic Muse, who

With
To
Life's
all
in her freaks,
domestic bus'ness seeks
call attention
With
Dead.
man's,
and
home
to please
varieties,
Will sometimes think
it
not a
sin,
With Death's grave pers'nage
to begin.
But he's not seen she thinks

:
To
it 's
better
introduce him in a Letter;
Or, to create a future laugh,
In a Newspaper paragraph.
An Uncle
rich
may be
suppos'd,
Perhaps in India, to have clos'd
His mortal
Life,
which may produce
Plenty of hopes and
fears, for
use
Turn up a score of odds and ends,
Make
friends of foes,
and
foes of friends.
ought not to be known,
Besides,
it
What he
with
all his
wealth has done.
In the third Act, perhaps, he '11 come
At some untoward moment home
And
the whole plot takes
From
complexion
its
unlook'd for resurrection.
this
Alarm and Joy, and Tricks and

With a few snug
subtle Valet,
Who
209
perplexities
Lies,
and a Maid,
are well nurtur'd in their trade^
With an outwitted rogue or two,
To
be expos'd to public view
song so fond and so complying,
In a fine
Or with
Which
strain, that
's
but dying
all
nice equivoques well stor'd,
will
Work up
be sure to be encor'd,
the int'rest of the Piece
Then
all at
They
yield to joy,
Some
shaking hands, and some caressing
Till
1
once the jarrings
Hymen comes
hope you
and asking
Farce
is
to say
like the
'
cease.
blessing,
good bye
Comedy.'
a comic view of Nature,
Caricatur'd in plan and feature
Nor does the

If
it
Critic
blame the scene
but robs him of the spleen.
The
Unities
If
but makes the Audience gay.
it
vol. 1.
may
all
give
way
: :
:;
210
Youth and Age,
Vice, Virtue, Folly,
May form
the bus'ness of the Stage
Sing-song and Dance
To
join their
power
hasten on the laughing hour.
But Death
In
may
all his
's
too solemn to appear
sad apparel there
Unless he lends his dismal show
To form a mockery of woe,

And make a louder laugh succeed,
When Life resuscitates the Dead.
Some may remember

But
it
was
in a
well the time
Pantomime,
When Death was seen to play his

To grin a smile and wield a dart
Now
Now
upright in the
He
stood,
mantled in a sable hood
Then he would
And
tomb he
part,
strut,
stand
still,
or
sit,
well nigh frighten half the Pit
next, to follow
Would
take a pipe
up the Joke,
and gravely smoke.
Pierrot
and Pantaloon amaz'd,
At the
familiar
Who, with
Phantom
gaz'd
his hideous grimaces,
Would work up Terror
in their faces
211
While Columbine with welcome glance,

Invites
him
At length
to the graceful
his Frolics
make
Dance
it
known
Harlequin turn'd Skeleton.
'Tis
But soon the magic

Restores him
And makes
At each
They
strip of
all his flesh
wood
and blood,
the wond'ring children gape
variety of shape
almost doubt the astonish'd eyes
Which
views the tricks his sword supplies.
Mountains that touch the clouds are seen
To
sink into the
While on
their sides the yielding trees,
Transform'd to
By
Ocean green
vessels,
plough the
The Rock
melts to a Rosy Bower
The Rosy Bower where Lovers

Passes away, and
With
all its
lo,
a Street,
cities, rich in trade,
That
whirled away, and, in
stately building rears its
But
's
still
meet,
busy, bustling train,
Which
seas.
the same metaphysic power
contain.
its
head
stead,
:
more strange when mortal man
Lion growls or swims a Swan.
So quick the change of human nature
To
ev'ry
form of
living creature
; ;
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: ;;
212
That
e'en Pythagoras
Had
he been a Spectator there.
might
stare,
Pierrot and Pantaloon pursue

With
all their
But vain the
clumsy retinue
toil
with which they strive
T o'ertake the Motly Fugitive

Till kick'd
They 're
and
cufif'd in ev'ry place,
forc'd at length to yield the chace
While Harlequin, each danger

Enjoys his Columbine
past,
at last.
Thus may Death's image
aid delight
'Mid the gay scen'ry of the night

But, in the
'Tis serious
Pantomime of
all,
years,
when Death
appears.
For then no grin can Pierrot save
He
finds the trap a real grave
Old Pantaloon with
all
his care,
Will cease to be an Actor there.
Luris magic sword, with
Must
all its art,
yield to Fate's resistless dart
And when Life's closing scene is o'er,

The Curtain falls to rise no more.

THE HORSE RACE

own
But then
For
the Simile
is trite,
correctly right
it is
ev'ry learned Critic
That on
When
all-fours
glibly goes,
the ever-varying strife
That gives
Is in
it
knows
its
activity to Life,
proper time and place,
Compar'd
to
what
is call'd
a Race.
For when we see each high-bred Horse

Stretching for Conquest on the Course,
What does he but man's

Through
ev'ry
hour of
toil
display
ev'ry day.
But we postpone the moral

And
call
Where
To
strain,
the Reader to the Plain.
the assembled croud are met
wrangle, jangle, and to bet.
'Tis not to see the
Pace
o'er the
Down
noble Steed
with matchless speed
213
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ENGLISH DANCE OF -DEATH
214
Tis not
When
to view the Rider's art
from the Goal he
Or where
the contest
That makes
it
may
doubtful
For
this
begin,
who
shall
win
make
a prey
same curious, motly meeting
somewhat of a Race
Jack Trimbush,
To
calPd to start
who, in honourable way,
'Tis
Shall of his neighbour
Is
's
for cheating.
in the country bred,
nothing useful turned his head
Cock-fighting, Racing, and the
Games
That sober Prudence never names,
He long had practis'd, and was

To figure at a Billiard Table.
An Uncle left him an estate
That was not
But
At
it
either small or great
was thought to bring him
least
to spare
praise where he can claim a share,
Of that he took
He
clear,
a thousand pounds a year ;
And, as 'twould be unjust
The
able
especial care.
sav'd what others give in bounty,
And though
he gambled round the county,
'Twas thought the conscientious sinner,
Somehow
contriv'd to be a winner.

Now Jack
The
He
to all those he
cried,
That
to
I offer fifty
They
pound,
Death
all.'
I get
took the Bet.
Mare was Merry Joan,
'Squire's
And Death
Post
saw around,
yon gambling place
Before you
The
to the
21
Won and Zw/,
busy scene of
When
1
was making
rode, Scrambling Skeleton.
started,
nor
much
time they lost
Before they reach'd the gambling Host
But
e'er
they pass'd the betting Pole,
Which was
the terminating Goal,
O'er a blind Fiddler Joan
With
fatal force
When
came down
poor Jack was thrown,
a stone, on the verdure laid,
Prov'd harder than the Rider's head.
Death wav'd
aloft his dart,
and
fled.
Upon the ground Jack senseless

And turn'd the bus'ness of the day
Horses and Jockies were
'Twas whether
He
Says High-Game,
'
And
would
'
'11
lay,
:
forgot,
live or not.
lay five to one,
who, among you, answers
That with Jack Trimbush
And
Done ?
'tis all
that he never will recover.'
over,
2l6
Cries Blacklegs,
1
'
'
'
But then
I
He
think that
bar
No
Why,
'
'11
recover yet,
must assistance
get.'
exclaims the other
all aid,'
Doctor,
take the Bet,'
'11
He
if
were
my
Brother
If a lancet breathes a vein

I recall
my
Bet again.'
Such was the language round the
Trimbush
Till
The
racing
Post,
yielded up the Ghost.
o'er,
a Party met
Neither to gamble nor to bet,
But
to enjoy the flow of soul
Around
the
full,
capacious Bowl.
There was, howe'er, a dismal dearth,
That evening, of
their usual mirth
For Trimbush, and
his fractur'd scull,
Somehow
made them
or other,
dull;
Till thus Sir Jeffrey Graveairs spoke.

1
Since we are not dispos'd to joke,

I,
who
to-night possess the chair,
'
Call on our Friend the Doctor there,
'
To
'
give us, nor will he refuse,
Some
Ditty from his moral Muse.
'Twill be a lack
Which we
to
and
well-a-day,
poor Jack's mem'ry
pay.'
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217
The Doctor smil'd consent, and soon

Began
his sentimental tune.
SONG
Nor Humour, nor
My
A
I
Wit,
strain is all moral,
subject to suit you,
pretend to rehearse,
and sober
my
my
verse
song shall embrace
sing of the Jockies in Life's busy race.
Derry down,
The Croud
of
Mankind
in
The High and the Low, of

The King and
Contention we
etc.
see,
ev'ry degree
the Beggar, the
weak and the
strong,
E'en the blind grope their way, and the lame

halt along.
Ambition high mounted on Courser so
Who
pants with impatience, and snuffs up the air
As he
He
fair,
strains for the prize, behold, with a
falls
from
his horse,
and
is
flirt,
laid in the dirt.
Great monarchs contend in destruction and wars,
And
strive for the Laurels
But how
oft,
as
and glory of Mars
they run through this perilous
strife,
This loses his Crown, and that loses his
Life.
; ;
2l8
The Miser now

As he thinks he
treasure,
sturdy and bold,
may add
shall lose, or
While heaping up
And some
now
trembling,
to his gold,
he sinks 'neath the
toil
profligate Spendthrift runs off with the
spoil.
The Sage who,

With
If
store of
he
lets
it
in Schools
and Academies bred,
deep learning has furnish'd his head,
not forth to embellish mankind,
The Dunce and
the Blockhead will leave
him behind.
The
Virgin
who
As she
glides
smoothly on scatters Love and alarms
full
of her smiles and her charms,
Assisted by Prudence, should hold tight the rein,
Or her charms and her beauty

Tho' the young boast
wealthy their gold
will
conquer
strength,
their
in vain.
and the
Tho' the Hero looks big 'cause
He 's
valiant
and
bold;
Tho' Kings wave their sceptres, Death strides on

apace,
And
sooner or
later will finish the
Where Reason
When
And
We
Discretion
Race.
directs let us haste
commands,
though, as we run, we
shall certainly
let
on our way,
us wisely obey
may sometimes be
win the best prize
past,
at the last.

Then
let
not the contests that happen in
Engender Confusion, Disorder and
219
life,
Strife
Let us run where bright Virtue distributes the prize
Tho' we lose
it
on
earth, 'twill
be found in the
skies.
Derry down,
etc.
220
THE DRAM SHOP

A
Preacher,
Whose
Harangu'd
Old Nick,
And
remember
well,
his
as
tell,
Audience how to shun
round the world he run
thus the fav'rite haunts defin'd
Of the
'
fashion was blunt truths to
great
Enemy
of Mankind.
Avoid the place where the profane
Their faithless Mysteries maintain
Nor
'
let
Where
Nor
those mansions be explor'd

the Dice rattles on the board.
risk
your Labour's
fair
reward
'
By
'
In haste, pass by the tempting street
'
shuffling the deceitful Card.
Where
For
the alluring wantons meet
thus, as sure as Evil
's
evil,
You'll meet that Spirit call'd the Devil.
'
But above
'
In Life and Death to be undone,
all,
as
you would shun

1
Indulge not in the liquid
That flows from the empoison'd
'
Thither the Fiend loves to repair,
And
Death, too
'
Who,
'
The
'
oft,
attends
Stilly
him there
in his never-ceasing rounds,
compounds
Still-man aids as he
Each mixture
that
's
in daily strife
With Health, with Honour, and with
The Dram-shop
More
Where grow
Th' existence of the
221
ill
'
various
The Town
is
ills
the fields
all
the Vices that disgrace
human
with beggars
it
race.
supplies,
And
'
Gives half their inmates to the
'
And
Question the sturdy Lab'rer, why
'
'
He
almost
Life.
the spot that yields
than
'
fills
th'
multiplies the
Infirmaries
jails,
Hangman's
vails.
wears the rags of Poverty ?
Wherefore
his well-paid, daily task
Denies the Bread his Children ask
Dram's
It is the
That swallows
all
alluring
his earnings up.
Behold the squallid Mother's
'
By
the
cup
breast,
faint, sickly infant prest,
That
Instead, the Suckling's lip receives
ne'er the milk of Nature gives
'
222
'
The
'
Destroys
'
Till Life its ev'ry aid denies,
'
And
puny, struggling strength
its
the poor, shrivell'd pigmy dies.
Bid the Procuress mark the way
'
To make
Maid her
incautious
th'
The guards
And smooth the path

same
to lawless love
deleterious power,
'Tis the
'
That crowns Seduction's
'
'
Look
On
at a
fatal hour.
shop whose windows show,
ev'ry side, above, below,
The pledge
of
many a former
Of pressing Want
Does
To
it
not
the sad display.
who
Dram shop
As
'
And spend
to the
Behold,
'
What
'
While the
'
Does the
day,
wound each tender
see the poor
'
'
prey,
of Virtue to remove,
'
sad Infusion which at length,
sense,
issue thence,
they repair,
the borrow'd pittance there

th' uplifted
hand
threat'ning looks
is
seen
and angry mien
foul execrating tongue
fierce,
clam'rous war prolong
Pawnbroker made the following reply
to
a Friend who
expressed his surprize that he did not remove to a better Situation.

1
'I
don't
know a
distance from three
better: for
Dram
Shops.
it
is
within a very convenient
;:

'
While
'
The
e'en
from female
threat of
223
lips proceed,
many a bloody
deed.
Thus Virtue 's drown'd and Health destroy'd,
seldom
'
For the
'
Are then our Legislators loth
'
To
vile habit
curb the
ills
's
that ruin both
Or wherefore do we
Such scenes
'
Do
cloy'd.
daily
meet
as these in ev'ry street
they then tempt the poor to pay
Their health and virtue to defray
The
Nation's wants, and urge the Still,
The
rav'nous Taxman's book to
If they protect such baneful evil,
Nought
will protect
The Preacher
them from the Devil.'
thus his thoughts display'd
The Congregation groaned and
And some few thought it not a

To go and toast his health in
How
fill.
oft the
sons of
pray'd
sin,
Gin.
riot find
Pleasure the poison of the
mind
In Life, by Fire and Famine,
less
Sink to their Graves, than by excess.
224
'Tis
Temperance
gives the richest wealth
Contentment, Peace, and lasting Health

'Tis
Temperance
that forms the sage
Is youth's best Guardian,
Age.
and the Friend of
225
THE GAMING TABLE

If
it
Whose
were questioned of the Sage,

reas'ning mind, to hoary age,
Has with
a keen and curious ken,
Examin'd well the ways of men,
What
The
He
is
most
likely to
impart
worst of Frailties to the heart,
would not hesitate to
It is
say,
the excessive love of play
That Gamesters are but birds of prey
Who,
Look down with a rapacious

Eager to
seize
Gaming,
Becomes,
When
sky,
joy,
and to destroy.
at first, a pleasure
made,
at length, a rav'nous Trade.
the
hand shakes the treach'rous
heart's the seat of ev'ry vice,
The most abhorrent from
the plan
That Virtue has mark'd out

vol. 1.
like the vultures, as they fly
Through the calm region of the
The
for
man.
dice,
226
In that
fell
moment
Friendship dies,
Love, startled, from the bosom
And Nature
Nature's
Nay, does not the
To
flies,
self belies
fierce
"j
Lust proceed
consecrate the blackest deed.
Bacon, that
first
The Gamester 's
And
of
Men, has
with th' accursed rage endued,
Has not
While
a sense of what
his
predominance
is
in
good
ill,
Bears just proportion to the
With which
The
said,
to each virtue dead,
his practic'd
skill,
mind can guard
doubtful throw, the casual Card.
How
oft the
Youth, to virtue bred
And born
to wealth,
Have
him, through the world to stray
left
whose parents dead
In blooming Manhood's early day,
Becomes the
At
first
He 's
wily Sharper's prey.
taught to find delight
In those amusements of the night,
Where men of courtly manners meet
To
ply the progress of deceit.
Led on,
at length,
All unsuspecting,
by slow degrees,
and
at ease,

To
ev'ry earthly comfort blind,
The
love of Play absorbs his mind,
Nor
suffers
To
227
any other care
find a free
Admission
there.
Then, to supply the wager'd gold,
His woods are
And
fell'd, his trees
are sold
the last hazard of the die
Leaves him to want and misery
While the
false friend,
Sits, careless
who
caus'd his ruin,
of the foul undoing
And, should Despair attempt the blow
That calms
at
once
all
'Twill scarce arrest th'
Is he,
human
impending throw.
who by Despair
is
led
To
give a wife
By
a mere threat'ning to purvey
From
Is
infants bread,
Travelers on the public way
such a deed, which, when
May
Is
and
frighten some, but ruin
such a deed, which,
'tis
done,
none
like a dart,
Pierces the trembling Culprit's heart,
And, springing from no
To
Is
find the fatal
On
vile intent,
punishment
such a wretched
man
to die
Gallows tree in infamy
woe,
J
228
While
On
he,
who
in gay plenty lives
the vile gains which gaming gives,
Shall be received with %ase
And
In those bright
circles,
glee,
Of Fashion hold
where the train
their splendid reign
Though many a Dupe may
When
Fortune's
them
Allur'd
That could
false,
curse the hour,
insidious power
to his treach'rous hand,
th'
obedient card command,
Or
tell
To
aid the well-plan n'd treachery.
the fabricated die
Is there in
Of a more
Is there to
Reason's view a scene
fell
and horrid mien
calm Reflection's eye
nest of greater villainy,
Than where
Or
the
Pandemoniums
to be cheated, or to cheat
Is there a vice that
Is there
The Gaming Houses of an
of St. James's, are
good men share?
an oath that
Is there a curse that
is
's
not heard
'
not preferr'd ?
inferior kind, in the
denominated
meet,-
not there
is
Is there a sense that
and
marks of polish'd courtesy,
Hells.'
neighbourhood
229
Does not the disappointing die

Call forth the horrid blasphemy
And
If
him who
in the smile of
Each
feature, as
it
wins,
brightens, sins.
any one should wish
to scan
The God-like countenance
of man,
When
descend
Passion shapes
it
to
Into the visage of a Fiend
To
haunts like these he
He
'11
repair
find the frightful picture there.
But Death, who
May
may
as
Gaming
find the
And, when he shows
The knowing ones
he roams about,
Table out
his ghastly grin,
are taken
The lucky Phantom

He
when the
enters,
's
in.
sure to win.
fearful
shout
turn him out.
Echoes around, of
No, he
replies
that
Gold
is
mine
Gamester, that Gold you must resign.
Now Life
's
the Main, the Spectre cries
He throws and
lo
The Gamester
dies.
230
THE BATTLE
Life's
Has
oft
Which
Amid
frail
and perishable hour
been liken'd to a
first
the show'rs of vernal days,
And Summer
opens to the Sun
But Autumn sees
its
beauty gone
by Winter cold
Chill'd
To be
Such
it lies,
renew'd 'neath milder skies.
is
the whole progressive span
That marks the longest
life
But, by experience,
we
The
that
various
means
Disease, with
And
flower,
a verdant leaf displays
all
of
Man
make
it
short.
destructive Train,
its
the Family of Pain
These
are the Ministers that wait
Upon
the dread
Fever's
fierce
commands
of Fate.
and burning heat
Which makes each pulse with

Pallid
Ague
are taught
that,
by
fury beat
turns,
Shakes with tremors cold, or burns
;;

With parching pain
the
Stone,
That parent of the heaving groan
The Gout, and
all its
Or Frenzy, writhing
And many an
ill
231
racking pains,
in its chains,
of doubtful
name
That harrasses the human frame.
Nor
these alone
Heart-breaking Care
With pining Love, and
Or
despair
fell
Passion's unreflecting rage,
Which Reason trembles
to assuage
They, in their various natures, pave
Man's passage
to the
His mortal destiny
gloomy
grave,
but these
Waste mankind by slow degrees,

While Nature's
all-prolific
power
Supplies such losses every hour.
No,
'tis
the vast, ensanguin'd plain
Cover'd with thousands of the
Where
the
fell
Deity of
Drives onward in his fatal Car

'Tis there th' affrighted eye
The power
The Sun
And
that thins the
his early
can trace
human
beams
tips the hills with
slain,
War
race.
displays
golden rays
; ;;
232
;;

Then
on the martial show,
glitters
That covers
Where
all
the vale below
the embattePd armies wait,
Impatient for the word of Fate
While Death expects,
The
in dire array,
victims of the bloody day.
Thousands who saw the Sun
And
with
bright
its
beams
arise,
streak the skies,
E'er his orb sinks into the main,
In ghastly shapes
will strew the plain.
E'er his allotted Circuit
What
glory will be lost
's
run,
and won,
Glory, the dearly purchas'd prize
Of widows'
tears,
Of matrons
shrieking wild with woe
Of cities, and
Of chrystal
Of the
of orphans' cries
their walls laid
low
streams bestain'd with gore
rich vallies that
no more
Their plenty to the sickle yields
While Blood
Man
's
the Harvest of the
could not be by Nature
made
For War's destructive, cruel trade
To change
the joys of social Life,
For savage deeds of martial
fields.
Strife.
;;
233
He who is born to weep with those

Who feel the weight of human woes
He, whose
The aching
first
joy
is
to relieve
hearts of those
who
grieve
He, whose happier passions move,

Faithful to Friendship
He
Is
The
and
by Nature form'd
to
to wield
sabre in the tented field
What though he may
Summon'd by
What, though
Love
the battle
try,
stern Necessity
wrongs may charm
his country's
The
patriot citizen to arm,
And
join the cohorts to oppose
The
darings of his country's foes,
He, born with Love to be endued,
And
Charity, Life's real good,
Was
never form'd to deal in blood.
cannot with his virtues
It
suit,
For the stern trump to change the
Or
quit,
The
lute
without a deep-drawn sigh,
scene of peace and harmony.
The mother, when
she
lulls to rest
Th' unconscious infant on her breast
When,
as she views the Babe, her eye
Glances with tender extasy
;;
234
She
up the
offers
To Heaven,
To
secret prayer
for its protecting care;
guard him from the
Upon
that wait
ills
weak and helpless
his
state.
Give him strength, and grant him health

Give him Virtue, crown'd with wealth
That thus her Infant may be

Is the maternal,
She thinks not
From
Nor
To
fond request.
of the
woe
that springs
the ambitious pride of kings
looks, with premature alarms,
hostile feats
Nor
To
blest,
and deeds of arms
are her wishes e'er beguil'd,
Hero
see a
With the
in her child.
pale lily
and the
rose,
She decks the smiling Urchin's brows
Nor does
To
hand prepare
Affection's
place the verdant Laurel there,
Emblem
Virtue,
of
Honour
she
knows,
gain'd irv^war.
may
find
its
meed,
Where daring
warriors never bleed
And Honour may
enjoy renown
Without the Victor's laureate crown.

For added
All find
evils
wherefore roam,
enough of ill
at
home

If
ill it
should be
call'd that
The noble Heart which
War 's
proves
Virtue loves.
the Disease of nations, sent
By Heaven,
At once
235
as awful punishment,
and chastise
to chasten,
Mankind's combin'd enormities
And when
its
What woes
standard
is
unfurl'd,
trembling world.
assail the
Murder, and Massacre and Spoil,
Pursued with unremitting

In ev'ry clime, on ev'ry
Amid
toil
soil.
the Battle's bloody hour,
Death
And
brandishes his utmost power
thousands in a
moment
fall,
Beneath that Strength which conquers
When He
his potent
arm
all.
uprears,
In ev'ry shape his dart appears,
Which
the
fell arts
With deadly genius
When
'Tis
of
War employ
to destroy.
the sword strikes the struggling foe,
Death
directs the fatal
blow
When the shaft makes the bosom bleed,

'Tis Death directs the fatal speed
When the loud cannon breathes, its breath
:
Is the destructive
fume of Death.
236

Where'er he waves his torch on high,
The
victors
and the vanquish'd die
And Fame 's

Or of the
blest
When
too oft the only
living, or the
meed
dead.
be that benignant hour,
chast'ning Justice calms
Bids
all
And
gives the
its
power
the warring contests cease,
humbled Nations
peace.
THE WEDDING
There
By
is
a proverb that
ev'ry lively
For
Miss
whom Love
in
lies in
That Marriages
in
is
known
Town,
ambuscade,
Heaven are made.
Thus, when the Fair, resolv'd to wed,

Receives the Captain to her bed,
Whose
only fortune
Of nothing
like a
is
his
pay
pound per
day,
father's anger to assuage,
And calm
She
an humbled Mother's rage,
says, in
The
How
hopes to be forgiven,
nuptial knot was tied in Heaven.
could she help
it
when her Love
Was
govern'd by the powers above
And
therefore
That
this
would Papa persuade
same match was wisely made
Nay, asks the Dower he would accord,
As
if
her Spouse had been a Lord.
But
'tis
not Birth, nor
is it
gold
That does the sacred Union hold
237
238
In that firm fondness which
When
Beauty, and
Affection
is
the
when
Knot
will last,
years are past.
that binds
In silken cord, congenial minds
And,
To
e'en, in with'ring
age will bloom,
grace the confines of the
Thus Hymen
tomb
often doth beguile
The
Heart, though Fortune does not smile
And
turns, disgusted,
from the
great,
Beneath the domes of Wealth and
If
Hymen
would with Plutus
And
always seek the
Nor
ever quit the
When
If
God
of
common
State.
rove,
Love
shrine,
they the Nuptial Contract sign
Cupid
ne'er
would make pretence
Unless to Beauty, Wit, or Sense,
And Plutus ever ready be

To crown each faithful Votary,
And Hymen,
'Till his
Who
Who
not a step proceed,
Associates were agreed,
would not seek the Nuptial
State,
would not be a married mate ?
Nay, scarce upon
Would one
this earthly
round
old Bachelor be found.
; ;

But
To
It
'tis
239
not form'd by Nature's plan
give such Happiness to
would be
folly
Man
then to wonder
That Love and Plutus keep asunder
Hymen 's
For
ever at their will
Their sep'rate pleasure to
Though Plutus seems

Of Love,
Such
in
fulfil
to take the lead
matrimonial deed
at least, the gen'ral
is,
creed
And
such Amelia's
Who
married Wealth, nor thought of Love.
She was,
'tis
tale will
prove
Fashion bred,
true, in
With
all
those whimsies in her head,
With
all
those hopes, within her heart,
That High-life
fantasies impart.
Her
glass return'd the lovely face,
Her
ev'ry
motion beam'd with
Which might
And
bid each gazing eye admire
So that she thought,

'Tis
some Adonis
For
let
shall
who
will
subdue
woe me,
me
'm not yet so foolish grown,
To wed
But
grace,
the ardent wish inspire,
a form unlike
'twill
my
own.
not do, unless his door,
Beholds each day, the coach-and-four ;
240
Or,
just to take the air,
if 'tis
The
sprightly Curricle
and
pair,
Or the groom with the high-bred mare.
Nor must
To one
the dear
Adonis
stint her,
grand Fete through one long winter
But, by the splendour of each treat,
To
lay all
Fashion
Thus did her
From
at her feet.
flatt'ring
hopes go on
seventeen years to twenty-one
But no Adonis yet appears,
And
all
her hopes were turn'd to fears.
Instead, an ancient, tatter'd Beau,

Who
totter'd
on threescore, or
so,
Resolv'd to close his rakish Life,
With a young fashionable
Amelia caught
And
In
To
his gloting eye,
all
that could her pride content,
figure, wealth,
Was
wife.
heard his fond Idolatry
When
j-
and settlement,
placed at her supreme
command,
bribe the Fair to yield her hand.
Amelia conn'd
the matter
o'er,
Sigh'd twenty-one, and then threescore.

The
offer
she would say
But then there
And
'Till all
Should
I
's
my
the offer'd Lot
might e'en
be forgot.
live to
Besides, my dear,
So that
I stay,
Beauties fade away
I refuse
Gave me
is fair,
no Adonis there
Adonis should
for
prolific
five Sisters,
my Dower
mother
and a Brother
will ne'er invite
A match beyond a country Knight

My Fortune may not e'en inspire
The Courtship
My love-lorn
hopes to
all his
be wise
'twill
sacrifice,
take Sir John, let
With
of a mortgag'd Squire.
All things consider'd,

And
241
who
will flout
him,
wealth and years about him
Nay, should the Veteran not survive

I
am
twenty-five,
So wealthy, and
yet
handsome
The day when
I shall
And
have Lovers
at
my
still,
will,
stand a better chance to find
A young
Adonis
to
But that the world
my mind
may
not upbraid me,
It is
my mother
And
thus to give the matter weight,
I for
vol.
1.
shall
persuade
a week will hesitate.
me
242
This interval
To
Mamma
employs
influence her Daughter's choice,
And
urges in a different way
The
self-same reasons ev'ry day.
'
own,
Sir John
my
's
Dear,
Of having such a
And
in the matrimonial dish,
We
'
Let Fortune cook
can't
There
have
will
And
it
we can wish
how
will,
it
still.
oft the truth displays,
think jon what this proverb says
You *d
'
that
all
be something wanting
A proverb
for the pride
lovely Bride,
too true,
a horrid form to view,
But he pays nobly
'
it is
better be
an old marts darling
Than hear a young marts constant snarling.
He
But
While from the Life which he has
The Doctors
'
He
At
know
that
he
's
He 's
but threescore,
something more
say he cannot
past,
last.
It seems, that more than half the year
says, indeed,
has the Gout, and can't appear

least, his
limping form
is
seen,
Shelter'd within a gilded screen.
In this same calculating age,

1
'
'
When
Int'rest is the
243
growing rage,
prospect, with such golden views,
It
would be madness
There
many
's
to refuse.
a Dutchess cannot prove
Such splendid marks of gen'rous Love
As he proposes
'
And
'
Envy may
tell
count them
me, would you wish

scoff,
o'er,
for
and some may
more.
smile,
But think on what you '11 gain the while.

Few, few, among the world's gay throng
Will say, dear Girl, you 've acted wrong,
If
Nor
you with prudence play your

let
When
as a
With twice
And
all
part,
the world corrupt your heart,
Widow you
appear
three thousand
pounds a
Of doting Love,
My
counsel
is,
will give beside.
the proffer'd
Should be receiv'd
This
moment
let
this
boon
afternoon
your mother write
To
To tell him, that at length, you yield,

And leave him Master of the field
ease the gallant, surf' ring Knight
'
But, to conclude this long debate,
'
Think, think on his precarious
The
year,
the fine things which the pride
state,
bus'ness must not be delay 'd,
244
'
Or
He
e'er the settlements are
to that region
Where Marriages
'Twas done
The Lawyers
may be
are never known.'
In haste the forms proceed
all
are doubly fee'd
The Fashion-shops work
To
made,
flown
night and day,
furnish out the rich array,
That young Amelia might be
The image
of the Cyprian queen
When, 'mid
Idalian rites she moves,
Surrounded by
Such
seen,
th'
costly jewels
admiring Loves
now appear
To shine and dangle in her ear,

To bind her arms, and deck her hair,
To make the fairest look more fair,
Such
To
as a Sultan
seldom gave
the Seraglio's fav'rite Slave.
In short,
it
was the tempting store
Of am'rous wealth
At length
When
Still
To
all,
at sixty-four.
arriv'd th'
appointed Day,
but Emily, were gay.
her pale
lips,
however
loth,
the old Bridegroom plight their troth
While he
affects a simp'ring grace,

Or
calls a
smirk into his
245
face.
Thus, as she saw him by her stand,
And
palsied hand,
felt his chilly,
The humbling
And mourn'd
bedew'd her eyes,
tear
own sad
her
Nor could she draw
Of Comfort,
In spite of
She
Call'd
Nor
a faint supply
her splendid show,
all
woe
in the secret of her
mind,
to
Death
the
call'd in vain.
Union
unbind
In surplice
drest,
At once the Bridesman and the

'Twas
Death who
The inward wish
And when
And
Priest,
heard
at the Altar
that she preferr'd;
the sacred knot was tied,
The Bridegroom
from Vanity.
e'en
inly curs'd the gilded
And,
sacrifice
left her, as
in a
moment
died,
she just had pray'd
widow'd Bride, a married Maid.
She now her gawds
And
in all
to sables turns,
due Apparel mourns.
But though, by some good folks
That marriages
in
Heaven
are
'tis
said,
made,
She thinks, to make the Proverb even,
That they
are
sometimes
loos'
in
Heaven.
246
THE SKAITERS
Water and
Earth, and Air
All, in their different
Our
Life's frail nature to
Or, as
it
happens, cut
Not a day passes but
and
Fire,
ways conspire,
it
'tis
support
short.
found
That some are burn'd, or some are drown'd.
Does not the
Of some
And
foul
and
foetid breath
disease, cause daily death
The Spot where Danger does not
The
who, on Earth's vast space can
tell
dwell
very Elements, that tend
To give us Life, produce our end.

Death is not only here and there,
His
He
fearful
sails,
Amid
He
power
upon
is
every where.
his baleful wing,
the zephyrs of the spring
can his deadly
frolics play
Beneath the Summer's burning ray
While Autumn's
fruit, at his
command,
Shall drop ripe from the gatherer's
hand
GO
'
6m
He
calls
obedient to his power,
Each pastime of the
wint'ry hour
Whether we seek the painted dome,
Or
are invited forth to roam,
When
And
the earth
Should then the
To
is fast
bound
in frost,
ev'ry stream in ice is lost.

fatal
Shape incline
glide along the Serpentine,
How many
Throw
Away,
skaiting folks
would he
into mortal jeopardy

in vain, the Skaiters skim,
'Tis all in vain that they can swim.

If
he but waves his mystic
dart,
Th' obedient Ice begins to part
And, while the opening chink
The
Some
To
receives
hapless groupe, he grins, and leaves
of the smartest blades in town
squall, to flounder,
and to drown.
247
248
THE DUEL
Honour 's
By
and
all
ev'ry
But what 's
That
It
will
its
where
word,
preferr'd.
meaning,
where
unlock the Mystery
seems to change
And
common
a very
's
the Key,
in ev'ry street,
with each person that we meet.
Ask
the old
She whispers,
Maid
'tis
of fifty-three,
Virginity.
Ask the gay Virgin,

What
in her teens,
this self-same expression
She '11
say,
To be an
means ?
when a young Miss can
boast,
universal Toast.
In Bond-street, of the Loungers there

Enquire
Honour, when and where
say
be found Why some
for
'Tis to
will
In paying debts, when
lost at play
In guiding, with adroit
command,
The gay Barouche and
four-in-hand
With equal grace
to swear
As any Coachman
and
of a Mail.
rail
; ;
If in your walks
Your head
to
pop
into a Tradesman's shop,
What though he
If
you chance
249
lies
from morn to night,
he can get a Guinea by 't,
Let him but pay his
He
is
Man
of
Bills
Honour
when due
too.
The Jobber in the Stock Exchange,

Call him a Rogue he
say
strange
'11
For
if
he
's
He
is
Go
to the
'tis
neither Bull nor Bear,
Man
of
Honour
there.
Temple, or Gray's Inn,
And
ask where
The
Porter answers,
Honour 's
to
be seen
not
known
Within those quarters of the
Town
But
if
'tis
you touch him with a Fee,
Though
all in
vain,
The Soldier,
if
He
'11
go and
see.
you name the word,
Lays his rough hand upon his Sword
Then
points in silence to the scar,
Won
'mid the bloody
What
says Religion
Honour
within the
The Steers-man
toils
of War.
She
replies,
bosom
of our moral frame,
Honour and Conscience

But there 's an Engine
Which some
lies
are the
same
in the breast,
folks call Self-interest,
;:
2 SO
That
in this
busy world of
our's,
Possesses those resistless powers,
That sometimes change the name and nature,
The
very form and shape and feature
Of all
the principles which plan
The moral
And,
Institute of
like the
Man
Alchemy of
Strives to convert
them
But now
'Tis
some
I find,
Honour
Nay, do not
old,
into Gold.
My Grandame told me,

Honour 's another word
in
of
my
youth.
Truth
for
years gone by,
to maintain a
men
lie.
Honour hold
That Truth's not always to be told?

But says the world, and be
I
have an Honour of
Whose
Spirit ever is
my
known,
it
own,
awake
Revenge, for certain wrongs, to take
Whose keen impatience
will
not wait
For Lawyers to accommodate
An
insult of whatever kind,
A blow before,
An
a kick behind
idle word, a
booby drunk,
quarrel for a playhouse punk.
'Tis daily seen, with all its worth,
What
Folly calls this honour forth.

Jack Tetchy, who
25
for several years
Captain had been of Volunteers
And Billy Diaper, who

The Colours
bore
in the self-same Corps,
In a Cook-shop by chance had met,
little
noon-tide prog to get.
who
Jack,
look'd big,
and munching
stood,
Swore that the Cheese-cakes were not good

While
The
'
Then,
Was
1
Billy said
If
they were a
had ever
best that he
you mean to
Sir,
treat,
eat.
say, I
lie,'
the impetuous, quick reply.
you should wish
Says Billy,
I shall
'
to take
not say no.'
Words begat words, and
When
it so,'
threaten'd blows,
Jack took Billy by the nose.
This was an insult too severe
For a brave
'Twas
Soldier's pride to bear.
Honour nam'd
the following day
The angry Heroes both obey

When, without
fear of
They bravely met
The Seconds now

Which forms
the
at
wounds
or blood,
Hornsey Wood.
prepare the Fuel
Honour
of a Duel
Surgeon too was near the ground,
T' extract a
ball,
or dress a
wound.
; ;
252
Jack was dim-ey'd, and made a claim
To
use a glass, to aid his aim.
The Combatants
The opposing
drew
their triggers
Bullets instant flew
fatal Ball struck
Billy's paunch,
Ek'd out with many a
Ham
With agony he loudly
squall'd
Th' expecting Doctor
's
and Haunch
;
quickly call'd
But, e'er he can approach the scene,
Death had thought
And
He
fit
to intervene,
prov'd his strength
threw
fat
Billy
Alarm'd, the diffrent

The work
of
for, in
a crack
'cross his back.
parties run;
Honour now
is
done.
253
THE BISHOP AND DEATH

Thus
are Death's mortal weapons hurl'd,
Resistless
on a prostrate world
The young,
the old, the grave, the gay,
His potent summons
all
obey.
But can no remedy be found
To
Is
sooth the rancour of his
Gilead of her Balm
And
Say, will
bereft,
Creation hopeless
frail
wound ?
left ?
no white-rob'd Son of Light,
Swift darting from his Heavenly height,
Here deign
And shed
to take his hallow'd stand,
Salvation round the
Mortals, the aid you wish
No
light-clad angel
is
Land ?
near,
need appear,
Prophetic voice, and Gospel Grace,
May
well supply an Angel's place
Yes, Gospel Truth's unerring sound,
Has long been heard
And He, who
will
Should dead men
the world around
not these attend,

rise,
or Saints descend
254
Would
mood,
in unbelieving
still,
Refuse the
bliss
Would not
attend though rocks should speak,
Or
by which he
woo'd
's
voice from bursting mountains break.
'Twas the great Messenger from Heaven,
By whom
The Son
the sacred
word was
given,
of God's eternal Love
Descended from the Heaven above,
To arm
frail
man
for
Against his last Great
To
combat
Enemy
guard him in the awful
And
high,
strife,
point the way through death to
Himself the arduous conflict
And
rose triumphant though he died.
His
faithful followers here
behold
Amidst Death's Terrors calmly bold
life.
tried,
Prelate full of Heavenly Grace,
High
rais'd in virtue as in place
One who God's
people ne'er betray 'd,
Nor
practis'd other than
His
early age to learning given,
he
Prepar'd him for the task of
said.
Heaven
Science, thy thorny paths he trod,
Through Nature's works,
to Nature's
God

Till
now
The
Spirit
And
tipt
intent
on Heavenly good,
caught him where
tongue
his
255
it
would,
Coal of
with
Fire,
And bade
the hallow'd flame aspire.
The Holy
word, by day, by night,
At once
his study
and delight
Anxious he weighs each verse each
And human
learning aids divine
But not alone
He
to study given,
shews, and leads the path to Heaven.
Still,
He
by the sick man's bed,
instant
cheers his heart and
His counsels
At
line,
his
lifts
his
head
tott'ring virtue stay,
rebuke vice shrinks away.
Such, such of old good Pastors were,
Such Cranmer
All
At
Wilson Latimer.
humbler duties duly

last,
paid,
the Mitre decks his head
Still
modest
Still
grac'd with
in his high degree,
meek
humility.
Another glory yet remains,
And
that
by death the good man
gains;
An heavenly crown, bright heritage,

Amid the Saints of ev'ry Age.
;;
256
What more can Heaven on man
bestow,
Or man deserve of God below ?
Now call'd to that, devoid of fear,

He sees the close of Life is near
Religion beaming in his heart,
He
heeds not Death's impending dart
His
faithful friend directs the
To
way
regions of eternal day.
Where then thy
The triumph
sting,
dread tyrant, where
to thy Pride so dear,
Harmless thy boasted dart

'Tis Sin gives
venom
to the
The body, given him
is
found
wound.
at his birth,
Must mingle with
its
'Gainst that alone
Death's darts
Against
The
fragil
There
From
And
No
th'
native earth.
immortal parts they
prevail,
fail
frame sinks to the tomb,
rests
amid sepulchral gloom
thence,
join
its
more
glorious to arise,
partner in the skies
longer pain or care to know,
Or changes
that
man
feels
below;
But change of Bliss and Pleasure pure,
And
Peace that ever
shall endure.
As he whose form the fiend

When
sustain'd,
Eve's too easy faith he gain'd

That
beast, the subtlest of the field,
As Winter's
And
chilling rigours yield,
earth receives Spring's tepid ray,
Casts his old Coil in Scorn away
Darts from his Cave in vigour bold,
And
rears his crest of burnish'd gold,
Renew'd with the renewing

Again
to
droop
in
Autumn
year,
sear:-
But Man, the sleep of Death once

Shall rise renew'd, to
fall
no more.
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME
VOL.
I.
o'er,
257
INDEX TO THE FIRST VOLUME

Time and Death.
i.
Time and Death their Thoughts impart

On Works of Learning, and of Art
2.
The Antiquarian and Death.
Fungus, at length, contrives to get

Death's Dart into his Cabinet
The Last Chase.
3.
Such mortal Sport the Chase attends

At Break-Neck Hill, the Hunting ends
:
4.
The Statesman.
Not all the Statesman's power or Art

Can turn aside Death's certain Dart
5.
His Blood
He
is
Tom
Higgins.
stopp'd in ev'ry Vein,
ne'er will eat or drink again
6.
The Dangers
.26
...
of the
Death wrecks the
33
The Shipwreck.
Ocean
Sailors
o'er
on the Shore
41
260
7.
The Virago.
PAGE
Her Tongue, and Temper to subdue

Can only be perform'd by you
8.
49
The Glutton.
....
What, do these sav'ry Meats delight you ?

Be gone, and stay, till I invite you
9.
I list
One
you, and you

of
my
'11
Be not
To
The Maiden
alarm'd.
....
Home
....
67
The Quack Doctor.
have a secret Art, to cure
Each Malady, which Men endure
12.
Drunk and
alive, the
Man
But dead and drunk, why
13.
The
was
thine,
he
14.
-74
Sot.
is
mine
...
84
The Honey Moon.
When the old Fool has drank his Wine,

And gone to rest I will be thine
.92
The Hunter Unkennelled.
Yes, Nimrod, you

I
63
Ladies.
'm only come
choose a Wife, and light her
11.
The Recruit.
soon be found,
Regiment, under Ground
10.
58
may
have unkennell'd you,
look aghast
at last
103
INDEX
26l
The Good Man, Death and the Doctor.
15.
PAGE
No
in Virtue's Eyes,
Scene so blest
As when
the
Man
16.
of Virtue dies
Death and the Portrait.
Nature and Truth are not at strife

Death draws his pictures after Life
On
that illumin'd Roll of
.112
Name
.118
The Catchpole.
The Catchpole need not fear

The Undertaker is his Bail
19.
Fame,
to write your Lordship's
18.
a Jail
.
The Insurance
.127
Office.
But, to your Sorrow,
Insure his Life.
You '11 pay
The Genealogist.
17.
Death waits
105
a good, round Sum, to-morrow
20.
136
The Schoolmaster.
Death, with his Dart, proceeds to flog

Th' astonished, flogging Pedagogue
21.
....
144
The Coquette.
'11 lead you to the splendid Croud

But your next Dress will be a Shroud
22.
152
Time and Death, and Goody Barton.
On with your dead and I '11

To bury this old Fool alive
;
contrive
,
157
262
23.
The Undertaker and the Quack.

PAGI
The
Doctor's sick'ning Toil to close,
Recipe Coffin,'
is
the
Dose
24.
The Masquerade.
161
Such is the Power, and such the Strife,

That ends the Masquerade of Life
For
vain are
this
all
Set-To
it
your Triumphs past

your last
The
177
Vision of Skulls.
appears, though dead so long,
Each Skull
is
found to have a Tongue
What
.165
will be
26.
As
The Death Blow.
25.
How
27.
The
who
199
The Pantomime.
Behold the Signal of Old Time

That bids you close your Pantomime
:
29.
.188
.....
never sleeps
28.
Porter's Chair.
watchful Care the Portal keeps
Porter He,
....
207
The Horse Race.
a very break-neck Heat
This
is
And
'Squire Jockey you are beat
30.
The Dram
.213
Shop.
....
Some find their Death by Sword and Bullet

And some by Fluids, down the Gullet
220
INDEX
31.
263
The Gaming Table.

PAGE
Whene'er Death
plays,
He 's
sure to win
He '11
take each knowing Gamester in
Such
common
is,
alas, the
of
33.
Plutus
commands
Of doting Age,
On
225
230
The Wedding.
she yields her
frail Ice,
Story,
Death and Glory
and to the Arms
34.
the
The Battle.
32.
Of Blood and Wounds,
The
Charms
....
237
Skaiters.
.....
the whirring Skait
Becomes an Instrument of Fate
35.
The Duel.
Here Honour, as it is the Mode,

Tc Death consigns the weighty Load
36.
246
....
248
The Bishop and Death.
Though I may yield my forfeit Breath,

The Word of Life defies thee, Death
.253
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Printed
by T. and A. Constable
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Places which they were respectively intended

and with rather a Comic

Mr. Rowlandson had contemplated

Customs, and Character of

His Pencil has accordingly produced the Designs,

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of proceeding which has been sanctioned by

the Success of our joint Labours in the

English Dance of Death, which has appeared

Twelve successive Numbers,

will follow in the

same mode of Publica-

Name and Tenour

most serious Subject attached

indeed, presented with a Degree of familiar Pleasantry which

Example of the Painters who

suggested and propagated the Idea has been

been found on the Walls

of Edifices dedicated to Religion

and was thus

Pride of the Protector Somerset

caused the Dilapidation of that Appendage to the

not afraid of being accused by reflecting Minds,

claim the Approbation of the grave and the good,

any way, with the various Situations

TIME AND DEATH

see that mortals have the power

to prolong Life's fleeting

them thus display the

And, though the

While you with placid eye look on,

Nor blame the mischief that

your motions, are so slow,

With such a measur'd

suffer the records to last

step you go,

not for sword and

and storms and tempests

Temples and towers of ancient days

their perfect structures raise.

the Antiquarian's toil

Digs deep for Greek and

In Desolation's arid fields