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Resolv'd to travel with this courtly spark, PART OF S.AT. VI. BOOK II. OF HO

And gain the city when securely dark.
RACE, TRANSLATED.

“Now midnight hoverd o'er this earthly ball,

When our small gentry reach'd a stately hall, BEGINNING AT, PERDITUR HÆC INTER MISERO Where brightly glowing, stain'd with Tyrian LUX, NON SINE VOTIS, &c.

dye,

On ivory couches richest carpets lie ;
Consum'd in trifles, thus the golden day
Steals, not without this ardent wish, away;

And in large baskets, rang'd along the floor, When shall I see my peaceful country farm,

The rich collation of the night before.

On purple bed the courtier plac'd his guest, My fancy when with antient authors charm ?

And with choice cates prolong'd the grateful Or, lull'd to sleep, the cares of life elude

feast ; In sweet oblivion of solicitude ? O, for those beans which my own fields provide!

He carv'd, he serv'd, as much as mouse could do,

And was his waiter, and his taster too. Deem'd by Pythagoras to man allied ;

Joy seiz'd the rustic as at ease he lay : The savoury pulse serv'd up in platters nice,

This happy change had made him wondrous gayAnd herbs high-relish'd with the bacon slice?

When lo! the doors burst open in a trice, O, tranquil mights in pleasing converse spent,

And at their banquet terrified the mice:
Ambrosial suppers that might gods content !
When with my chosen friends (delicious treat!)

They start, they tremble, in a deadly fright, Before the household deities we eat;

And round the room precipitate their flight;

The high-roof'd morn with hideous cries resound: The slaves themselves regale on choicest meat.

Of baying mastiffs, and loud-bellowing hounds Free from mad laws we sit reclin'd at ease,

Then thus the rustic in the courtier's ear; And Jriok as much, or little, as we please.'

• Adieu ! kind sir! I thank you for your cheer: Some quaff large bumpers that expand the soul, Safe in my cell your state I envy not ; And some grow mellow with a moderate bowl.

Tares be my food, and liberty my lot !!" We never talk of this man's house or vill, Or whether Lepos dances well or ill: But of those duties which ourselves we owe, And which 'tis quite a scandal not to know : A PARODY ON THE CITY AND COUNAs whether wealth or virtue can impart

TRY MOUSE. The truest pleasure to the human heart: What should direct us in our choice of friends, A COUNTRY vicar in his hoinely house, Their own pure merit, or our private ends: Pleas'd with his lot, and happy in his spouse, What we may deem, if rightly understood, With simple diet, at his humble board, Man's sovereign bliss, his chief, his only good. Once entertain'd the chaplain of a lord ;

Mean-time my friend, old Cervius, never fails He gave him (all he could) a little fish, To cheer our converse with his pithy tales : With sauce of oysters, in no silver dish ; Praise but Arellius, or his ill-got store,

And, for the craving stomach's sure relief, His fable thus begins : “ In days of yore

The glory of Old England, rare roast-beef, A country mouse within his homely cave

Horse-raddish and potatoes, Ireland's pride; A treat to one of note, a courtier, gave;

A pudding too the prudent dame supplied : A good plain mouse our host, who lov'd to spare Their cheering leverage was a pint of port Those heaps of forage he had glean'd with care ; (Tho'small the quantum) of the better sort; Yet on occasion would his soul unbend,

But plenty of good beer, both small and stout, And feast with hospitality his friend :

With wine of elder to prevent the gout. He brought wild oats and vetches from his hoard ; | The vicar hop'd, by such a various treat, Dried grapes and scraps of bacon grac'd the To tempt his scarf-embellish'd friend to eat; board:

With nicest bits provok'd his guest to dine, In hopes, no doubt, by such a various treat, He cary'd the haddock, and he serv'd the wine : To tempt the dainty traveller to eat.

Content his own sharp stomach to regale Squat on fresh chaff, the master of the feast With plain, substantial roast meat, and mild ale. Left all the choicest viands for his guest,

Our courtly chaplain, as we may suppose, Nor one nice morsel for himself would spare, At such old-fashion'd commons curl'd his nose; But gnaw'd coarse grain, or nibbled at a tare, He tried in vain to piddle, and, in brief, At length their slender dinner finish'd quite, Pish'd at the pudding, and declin'd the beef;Thus to the rustic spoke the mouse polite : At length, their homely dinner finish'd quite, "'• How can my friend a wretched being drag Thus to the vicar spoke the priest polite: On the bleak summit of this airy crag ?

How can my brother in this paltry town Say, do you still prefer this barbarous den Live undistinguish'd, to the world unknown? To polish'd cities, savages to men?

And not exalt your towering genius higher, Come, come with me, nor longer here abide, Than here to herd with country clown-or squire; I'll be your friend, your comrade, and your Stunn'd with the discord of hoarse cawing rooks, guide,

The roar of winds, the dissonance of brooks, Since all must die that draw this vital breath, which discontented through the valley stray, Nor great nor small can shun the shafts of death, Plaintive and murmuring at their long delay. 'Tis ours to sport in pleasures while we may: Come, come with me, nor longer here abide; For ever mindful of life's little day.' [mouse, You've friends in town, and I will be your guide:

“ These weighty reasons sway'd the country Soon great preferment to your share will fall, And light of heart be sallied from his house. | A good fat living, or perhaps-- stall."

These weighty reasons sway'd the vicai's mind | Bemus'd in wine the bard his duns forgets,
To town he hied, but left his wife bebind :- And drinks serene oblivion to his debts :
Next levee-day he waited on his grace,

Wine drives all cares, and anguish from the heart,
With hundreds more, who bow'd to get a place; And dubs us connoisseurs of every art:
Shov'd in the crowd, he stood amaz'd to see Whom does not wine witb eloquence inspire ?
Lords who to Baal bent the supple knee,

The bousey beggar struts into a squire.
And doctors sage he could not but admire, This you well know - to me belongs to mind,
Who stoop'd profoundly low—to rise the higher.' That neatness with frugality be join'd;
So much of ermine, lace, beaus, bishops, young That no intruding blab, with itching ears,
and old,

Darken my doors, who tells whate'er he hears :
'Twas like a cloud of sable edg’d with gold: Two D—s, each a poet, with me dine,
By turns bis grace the servile train addrest, Your friends, and decent C-n, a divine :
Pleas'd with a smile, or in a whisper Glest. There's room for more-so to complete the band,
Sick of the scene, the vicar sought the door, Your wife will bring fair Innocence 'in hand.
Determin'd never to see London more;

Should Cave want copy, let the leaser wait,
But, as his friend had pleas'd the hour to fix, While you steal secret through the garden gate.
First went to dinner to my lord's at six;—
He knock'd-was usher'd to the room of state,

4 PASSAGE FROM PETRONIUS,
(My lord abroad) and dinner serv'd in plate;
Which, though it seem'd but common soup and

TRANSLATED. Was really callipee and callipash, [hash, (The relics of the gaudy day before)

" Fallen are thy locks! for woeful winter hoar What Indians eat, and Englishmen adore ;

Has stolen thy bloom, and beauty is no more! With bright champaign the courtier crown'd the | Thy temples mourn their shady honours shorn, feast,

Parch'd like the fallow destitute of corn. Sooth'd his own pride, and gratified his guest Fallacious gods! whose blessings thus betray; All this conspir'd our Stoic to controul,

What first ye give us, first ye take away. And warpt the steady purpose of his soul

Thou, late exulting in thy golden hair, When lo! the cry of Gre creates amaze

As bright as Phoebus, or as Cynthia fair, • The next house, Lady Riot's, in a blaze".

Now view'st, alas! thy forehead smooth and plain
Aghast the vicar stood, in wild affright,

Asthe round fungus, daughter of the rain :
Then briefly thus addres'd the priest polite : Smooth as the surface of well polish'd brass,
Adieu, my friend-your state I envy not And fly'st with fear each laughter-loving lass :
Beef, liberty, and safety be my lot”.

Death hastes amain-thy wretched fate deplore-
Fallen are thy locks, and beauty is no more.

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HORACE, EPIST. V. BOOK I. IMI.

AGAINST LIFE.
TATED.

FROM THE CREEK OF POSIDIPPUS.
TO JOHN HAWKESWORTH, ESQ.

What tranquil road, unvex'd by strife,

Can inortals chuse through human life? If you dear sir, will deign to pass a day

Attend the courts, attend the bar In the fair vale of Orpington and Cray,

There discord reigns, and endless jar: And live for once as humble vicars do;

At home the weary wretches find On Thursday let me see you here by two.

Severe disquietude of mind; Expect no nieeties my plates to foul,

To till the fields, gives toil and pain; Bui Bansted mutton, and a barn-door fowl,

Eternal terrours sweep the main : My friends with generous liquors I regale,

If rich, we fear to lose our store, Good port, old hock, or, if they like it, ale;

Need and distress await the poor : But if of richer wine you chuse a quart,

Sad cares the bands of hymen give; Why bring, and drink it here with all my heart.) Friendless, forlorn, th' unmarried live: Plain is my furniture, as is my treat,

Are children born? we anxious groan; For 'tis my best ambition, to be neat.

Childless, our lack of heirs we moan : Leave then all sordid views, and hopes of gain,

Wild, giddy schemes our youth engage ; To mortals miserable, mad, or vain ;

Weakness and wants depress old age. Put the last polish to th' historic page,

Would fate then with my wish comply,
And cease awhile to moralize the age.

I'd never live, or quickly die.
By your sweet converse cheer'd, the live-long day
Will pass unnotic'd like the stream, away.
Why should kind Providence abundance give,
If we, like niggars, can't afford to live?

FOR LIFE,
The wretched miser, poor 'midst heaps of pelf,
To cram his heir, most madly starves himself-

FROM THE GREEK OF METRODORUS,
So will not l-give me good wine and ease,

MANKIND may rove, unvex'd by strife,
Andlei all misers call me fool that please.

Through every road of human life.
What cannot wine? --it opens all the soul; Fair wisdom regulates the bar,
Faint hope grows brilliant o'er the sparkling bowl: | Aud peace concludes the wordy war :
Wine's generous spirit makes the coward brave,
Gives ease to kings, and freedom to the slave:

"The name of a very agreeable young ladys

ung lady.

There

At home anspicious mortals find

Where cattle pastured late, the perple plain, Serene tranquillity of inind;

Sad scene of horroar! teems with heroes slaid; All-beauteous nature decks the plain,

Where the proud palace rear'd its haughty head, Anil merchants plough for gold the inain: | Deep in the dust, see! crumbling columns Respect arises from our store,

spread; Security from being poor:

See gallant Britons in the field expire, More joys the bands of Hymen give;

Towns turn'd w ashes, fanes involv'd in fire! Th' unmarried with more freedom live:

These deeds the guilt of rash Ambition tell, If parents, our blest lot we own;

And bloody Discord, furious fiend of Hell! Childless, we have no cause to moan :

Ye baneful sisters, with your frantic crew, Firin vigour crowns our youthful stage,

Hence speed your flight, and take your last adieu, And venerable hairs old-age.

Eternal wars in barbarous worlds to wage; Since all is good, then who would cry,

There vent your inextinguishable rage. I'd never live, or quickly die?”.

But come, fair Peace, and be the nation's bride,
And let thy sister Plenty grace thy snie,

O come! and with thy placid presence cheer
ON OCCASION OF THE PEACE.

Our drooping hearts, and star for ever here.

Now be the shrill, strife-stirring trumpet mute; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extends,

Now let us listen to the softer lute: And white-rob'd Innocence from Heaven de.

The shepherd now his numerous focks shall feerl,

Where war relentless doom'd the brave to bleed, scends.

POPE.

On ruind ramparts shall the hawthorn flower, Adieu the horrours of destructive war,

And inantling iry clasp the nodding tower, And mad Bellona in her iron car!

Unusual harvests wave along the Jale, But welcome to our smiling fields again,

And the bent sickle o'er the sword prevail. Sweet Peace ! attended with thy jocund train, No more shall states with rival rage contend, Truth, Virtue, Freedom, that can never cloy, But arts their empire o'er the world extend; And all the pleasing family of Joy. (plan'd, Ingenious arts, that humanize the mind, Those schemes pursued, which Pitt so wisely And give the brightest polish to mankind! Conquest has shower'd her blessings on the land; Then shall our chiefs in breathing marble stand, And Britain's sons more laurels have obtain'd, And life seemn starting from the sculptor's hand; Than all her Henries, or her Edwards gain'd: Then lovely nymphs in living picture rise, George saw with joy the peaceful period given, The fairest faces, and the brightest eyes : And bow'd obedient to the will of Heaven: Theie polish'd Lane 'no loss of beauty fears; Awful he rose to bid dissention cease,

Her charms, still mellowing with revolving years, And all the warring world was calm'd to peace; Shall, ev'n on canvas, youthful hearts engage, “ Thus did the roaring waves their rage compose.

And warın the cold indifference of age: When the great father of the floods arose." Then the firm arch shall stem the roaring tide, Then came Astrea mild, our isle to bless, And join those countries which the streams din Fair queen of virtue, and of happiness!

Then villas rise of true palladian proof, [vide; Then came our troops in fighting fields renown'd, And the proud palace rear its ample roof; And mark'd with many an honourable wouud. Then statelier temples to the sjes ascend, The tender fair one, long boy fears opprest, Where mix'd with nobles mighty kings may beni, Now feels soft raptures rising in her breast, Where poverty may send her sighs to Heaven, The blooming hero of her heart to view,

And guilt return, repent, and be forgiven. And hear him bid the dangerous camp adieu. Such are the fruits which sacred peace imparts, The widow'd bride, that long on grief had fed, | Sweet nurse of liberty and learned arts ! And bath'd with weeping the deserted bed, These she restores--0! that she could restore Glad that the tumults of the war are o'er, Life to those Britons who now breathe no more,

That terrour. race, and rapine are no more, Who in th' embattled field undaunted stood, Greets her rough lord, secure from hostile harms, And greatly perish'd in their country's good; And hopes an age of pleasure in his arms: Or who, by rage of anyry tempests tost, While he, with pompous eloquence, recites In whirlpools of the whelming main were lost. Dire scenes of castles, storin'd and desperate

sties, storin'd and desperate Ye honour'd shades of chiefs untimely slain ! fights;

Whose bones lie scatter'd on some foreign plain; Or tells how Wolfe the free-born Britons led, That now perchance by lonely hind are seen How Granby conquer'd and the household fled; In glittering arnour gliding o'er the green; She, to the pleasing dreadful tale intent,

Ye! that beneath the cold cerulcan wave Now smiles, now trembles, for the great event. Have made the watery element yoår grave, O curst Ambition, foe to human good,

Whose wandering spirits baunt the winding shore, Pregnant with woe, and prodigal of blood!

Or ride on whirlwinds while the billows roar, Thou fruitful source, whence streams of sorrow With kind protection still our isle defend, What devastations to thy guilt we owe! [flow, (If souls unbodied can protection lend) Where-e'er thy fury riots, all around

| Still o'er the king your shadowy pinions spread, Confusion, havoc, and dread deaths abound: And in the day of danger shield his head; Where Ceres flourish'd, and gay Flora smild, Behold a barren, solitary wild!

i The hon. Mrs. Lane, danghter of the right To stately cedars thorns and briars succeed, | hon. lord chancellor Henley, and wife to the And in the garden spreads the noxious weed; hon. Mr. Lane,

Your bright examples shall our pattern be, | A neighbour's palfry, small and pretty,
To make us valiant, and to keep us free,

Is borrow'd for the use of Kitty.
Dec. 1762.

All things provided, out they stalk;
Poor Dobbin wishes them at York ;
Then mount and sally in great state,

William before, behind them Kate;
ON A COUNTRY VICAR

When thus he entertains his spouse

With observations on each house,
CARRYING HIS WIFE BEHIND HIM, TO VISIT HIS

Each field and orchard, as they ride,
PARISHIONERS. BY MR. - OF BRAZEN

Looking and pointing on each side;
NOSE COLLEGE, OXFORD.

Remarking whence his profits rise,

And where he gets the best supplies. In southern climes there lies a village,

“ That house is manag‘d ill, my dear, Where oft the vicar, fond to pillage,

It scarce affords a pig a year: Sailies with gun aloft on shoulder,

This orchard 's good, but, were it wider, (Orlando's self could ne'er look bolder)

'T'would yield a hogshead of good cider." With which, well ramm'd with proper cartridge, I With joy he shows where turnips grew, He knocks down apples, or a partridge;

And tells what profits thence accrue; And whilst o'er all his neighbours' ground,

But looks with envy on each stubble, Striding, he throws his eyes around,

That nothing pays for vicar's trouble. Surveying, with a look most blithe,

Pleas'd, she admires the lambkins play, The growing riches of his tithe,

And loves them—when she's wld they say. Minds not the game for which he's beating; Suppose them now arriv'd; my daine But, to prevent his flock from cheating, Runs out, inquiring how they came; Looks in each yard with jealous eye,

Welcomes them in, and after all her With care examines every stye,

Forms are gone through, she shews her parlour. Numbers the cows, observes their udders, “ Pray, madam, take a dram; the weather, And at the dread of losing shudders.

Is cold and damp, and I have either
“ His composition's low; the butter

Good rum or brandy, plain or cherry;
From so much milk”-he can but mutter. A glass will make you warm and merry."
He counts the poultry, large and fine,

Next on the board the tea-things rattle,
“ Forty and five, then four are mine."

And introduce a world of prattle.
But when tbe vernal season came,

“ Your china's pretty, I declare;
And took him from pursuit of game,

'Tis pity 'tis such brittle ware."A sudden thought of his condition

“Your tea is to your mind, I hope"Induc'd him to an expedition ;

“Exceeding good"--" Pray one more cup." An expedition of great moment,

" Your toast is very pice; I've eat
Which sing I must, let what will come on 't. Till I'm asham’d.”—“ Another bit:
Scratching his head one day in strong sort, The butter, ma'am, is fresh and sweet,
Then turning short upon his consort,

Although I say 't, that should not say it."
" My joy,” quoth he,“ now things are dearish, After removing all the clutter
To make some visits in the parish

Of china, tea, and toast and butter,
I think can never be amiss;

Pipes and tobacco come, and beer
As for my reason, it is this:

Preserv'd through many a rolling year;
Some farms, you know, jie vėry distant,

And curraut-wine, and punch, fit liquor
At which I seldom am a rist'ant;

To elevate the heart of vicar.
And, now the shooting season's over,

At loo the ladies take a game,
Cannot so readily discover

All but my notable old dame;
If any sharp or fijching wight

She has no time to seat her crupper,
Should cheat us of our lawful right;

She's so intent on getting supper.
Nor have we any means to hear how

At length it comes, a spare-rib, large
Soon they expect a sow to farrow,

Enough to cover a small barge;
Besides, my dearest, should they cheat us, Or for (the simile to drag on)
We shall get something when they treat us; A tilt for any carrier's waggon ;
And save at home lhe spit and pot;

Attended by a brace of chicken,
A penny sav'd's a penny got."

But twelve months old, for lady's picking:
While thus, with all his oratory,

A link of sausages, that seem
He labour'd throngh the pleasing story;

A boom design'd for some strong stream.
Ma'am by his side was all attention,

“ Your cbicks are very fine,"_" You flatler ; Delighted with his good inreution;

( wish they were a little fatter Adinird, and prais'd, then seal'd his bliss But I have two shut up, design'd With joyous matrimonial kiss.

For you ma'am.”_"You're extremely kind."'And soon the loving pair agreed

“ And soon (my sow is very big) By this same system to proceed;

| I hope to send you a fat pig." And through the parish, with their how d’ye, (The vicar inward smil'd, to see Go to each gaffer and each goody.

His scheme succeed so happily.) 'Twas then resolv'd, that first of all . And last an apple-pye appear'd, They pay a visit at E-t hall;

In earthen bowl, with custar'd smear'd. And William 's order'd, to save trouble,

The cloth remov'd, the chearful glass "To get a steed that carries double.

Iegins to circulate apace:

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The landlord, waxing brisk and mellow,

By which, 'tis plain to all mankind, Becomes a hearty jovial fellow;

Ilis inill for verses goes by wind. And now with liquor grown full ripe,

Encourag'd thus with bouncing liquor, Parson, you shall take t' other pipe.”

He points his wit against the vicar; “We must not stay; 'tis late, Sir. No' Then giuws satiric on his wife, "Well, one half pipe, and then wo go.” The very meckest thing in life; The pipe and liquor out, they start,

And next on cunning-looking Kitty, And homeward speed, with joyful heart.

And calls her palfry, not her,--pretty. He triumpbs in his good success;

But why, sad poet, should you fall
And she applauds his nice finesse.

On the good woman of Emt Hall ?
Because you did nut taste her supper,

You hit her hard upon her crupper.
THE VICAR'S REPLY.

Next time that I anci spouse ride double,

To save your Muse, and you too, trouble ; BY FRANCIS FAWKES, M. A. And keep my horse from being hit

With any of your waggish wit; Rhymes! bless me! doggrel, I suppose,

I'll take you in my hand along, Penn'd by some son of Brazen Nose;

And thus prevent some idle song ; Some starveling bard, or curate thin,

Cram you with custard till you choke : Whose bones have elbow'd out his skin;

And fill with punch, and not with smoke. And jogg'd him to provoke his Muse

Mean while, to prove my honest heart,
An honest vicar to abuse,

Step down direct, and take a quart.
Because he looks a little sleek,
With belly fair, and rosy cheek,
Which never but in men abound

TO DR. REDMAN,
Of easy minds, and bodies sound.
This vicar lives so blithe and happy,

WHO SENT THE AUTHOR A HARE, AND PROMISED With daily roast-meat, and ale nappy ;

TO SUP WITH HIM. BY THE REV. DR. COWPER'. With dogs to hunt, and steeds to ride, And wife that ambles at his side;

Qui leporem mittis contingis cuncta lepore; Who loves no hurries, routs, nor din,

Condiat O leporem, te veniente, lepos ! But gently chucks her husband's chin.

Digna etenim, Redmanne, Jove est lepidissima These blessings, altogether met,

cena, Have put lean curate in a pet,

Quæ sic tota tua est et lepus atque lepos.
As meagre wine is apt to fret.
And so this bard ecclesiastic
One day presum'd in Hudibrastic,

IMITATED BY MR. FAWKES.
One day in Lent, un-eating time,
To prick his genius into rhyme;

A hAre you in season presented to us, (puss: The wind fresh blowing from the south,

And with fine Attic salt you will season your And Indian vapours from his mouth:

'Tis a jovial treat-worthy Jove, I declare, For smoking aids this dry divine;

For the sauce and the supper will suit to a Puff follows puff, and line succeeds on line.

hair. His lines by puffs he's wont to measure ; He rhymes for drink, and puffs for pleasure, 'John, eldest son of judge Cowper, rector of And as he labours for a joke,

Berkhamsted, Herts, patentee for making out Out comes a puff, that ends in smoke.

commissiuns of bankruptcy, one of K. George Lo! swelling into thought he sits;

the Second's chaplains, and afterwards dean of Wrapt in the rage of rhyming fits;

Durham,
Fits which are seldom known to fail,
When full blown up with bottled ale.
But puffy cider 's better still,
It always works his doggrel mill;

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