"And his horfe, the dear creter, it prances and rears; "With ribbons in knots at its tail and its ears:

"At laft comes the troop, by the word of command, "Drawn up in our court; when the Captain cries, "STAND!

"Your Ladyship lifts up the fash to be seen

"(For fure I had dizen'd you out like a queen). "The Captain, to fhew he is proud of the favour, "Looks up to your window, and cocks up his beaver "(His beaver is cock'd; pray, madam, mark that, "For a Captain of horse never takes off his hat, "Because he has never a hand that is idle;

"For the right holds the fword, and the left holds the "bridle).

"Then flourishes thrice his fword in the air,

"As a compliment due to a lady fo fair;

"(How I tremble to think of the blood it hath spilt !) "Then he lowers down the point, and kiffes the hilt. "Your Ladyfhip fmiles, and thus you begin;

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Pray, Captain, be pleas'd to alight and walk in." "The Captain falutes you with congee profound, "And your Ladyship curtfies half way to the ground.

"Kit, run to your master, and bid him come to us, "I'm fure he'll be proud of the honour you do us. "And, Captain, you'll do us the favour to stay, "And take a fhort dinner here with us to-day : "You're heartily welcome: but as for good cheer, "You come in the very worst time of the year; "If I had expected fo worthy a guest-"

"Lord! madam! your Ladyfhip fure is in jest:

"You

"You banter me, madam; the kingdom must grant-" "You officers, Captain, are so complaifant !"

"Hist, huffy, I think I hear fomebody coming-" "No, madam; 'tis only Sir Arthur a-humming. "To shorten my tale (for I hate a long story) "The Captain at dinner appears in his glory; "The Dean and the * Doctor have humbled their pride, "For the Captain's entreated to fit by your fide; "And, because he's their betters, you carve for him ❝ first;

"The Parfons for envy are ready to burft.

"The fervants amaz'd are scarce ever able

"To keep off their eyes, as they wait at the table; “And Molly and I have thrust in our nose

"To peep at the Captain in all his fine clo'es. "Dear madam, be fure he's a fine-fpoken man, "Do but hear on the Clergy how glib his tongue ran; "And, madam, fays he, if fuch dinners you give, "You'll ne'er want for Parfons as long as you live. "I ne'er knew a Parfon without a good nofe; "But the Devil's as welcome wherever he goes: « G— d—n me! they bid us reform and repent, "But, z-s! by their looks they never keep Lent: "Mister Curate, for all your grave looks, I'm afraid “You cast a sheep's eye on her Ladyfhip's maid : "I wish she would lend you her pretty white hand "In mending your caffock, and smoothing your band "(For the Dean was fo fhabby, and look'd like a ninny, "That the Captain suppos'd he was Curate to Jinny).

Doctor Jinny, a clergyman in the neighbourhood. F.

"Whenever

"Whenever fee a caffock and gown,

you

"A hundred to one but it covers a clown. "Obferve how a Parfon comes into a room; "G- d--n me! he hobbles as bad as my groom; "A fcholard, when just from his college broke loose, "Can hardly tell how to cry bo to a goofe; *Your* Noveds, and Bluturcks, and Omurs, and stuff, "By G, they don't fignify this pinch of fauff.

To give a young gentleman right education, "The army's the only good school in the nation: My school-mafter call'd me a dunce and a fool, But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school; << I never could take to my book for the blood o' me, "And the puppy confefs'd he expected no good o'me. "He caught me one morning coquetting his wife, "But he maul'd me, I ne'er was fo maul'd in "So I took to the road, and, what 's very odd, "The first man I robb'd was a Parson, by G—. "Now, madam, you 'll think it a ftrange thing to say, "But the fight of a book makes me fick to this day."

my

life:

"Never fince I was born did I hear fo much wit, "And, madam, I laugh'd till I thought I should split. "So then you look'd scornful, and fnift at the Dean, "As who fhou'd fay, Now, am I † skinny and lean? "But he durft not fo much as once open his lips, "And the Doctor was plaguily down in the hips." Thus mercilefs Hannah ran on in her talk,

Till he heard the Dean call, "Will your Lady fhip "walk?"

*Ovids, Plutarchs, Homers.

+ Nick-names for my lady.

Her

Her Ladyfhip answers, "I'm just coming down :" Then, turning to Hannah, and forcing a frown, Although it was plain in her heart fhe was glad, Cry'd, "Huffy, why fure the wench is gone mad! "How could these chimera's get into your brains "Come hither, and take this old gown for your pains. "But the Dean, if this fecret fhould come to his ears, "Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers: "For your life, not a word of the matter, I charge ye: "Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy."

ΤΟ DEAN

SWIFT.

BY SIR ARTHUR ACHESON.

GOOD caufe have I to fing and vapour,

For I am landlord to the Drapier :

He, that of every ear's the charmer,
Now condefcends to be my farmer,
And grace my villa with his strains
Lives fuch a bard on British plains?
No; not in all the British court;
For none but witlings there refort,

Whose names and works (though dead) are made Immortal by the Dunciad;

And, fure as monument of brass,

Their fame to future times fhall pass,
How, with a weakly warbling tongue,
Of brazen knight they vainly fung:
A fubject for their genius fit;
He dares defy both fense and wit.

What

What dares he not? He can, we know it,
A laureat make that is no poet;
A judge, without the leaft pretence
To common law, or common fense;
A bishop that is no divine;

And coxcombs in red ribbons fhine:
Nay, he can make, what's greater far,
A middle-ftate 'twixt peace and war;
And fay, there fhall, for years together,
Be peace and war, and both, and neither.
Happy, O Market-hill at least,

That court and courtiers have no taste :
You never elfe had known the Dean,
But, as of old, obfcurely lain;

All things gone on the fame dull track,

And Drapier's-hill been ftill Drumlack;
But now your name with Penfhurst vies,
And wing'd with fame shall reach the skies.

DRAPIER'S-HILL.

WE give the world to understand,

Our thriving Dean has purchas'd land ;
A purchase, which will bring him clear
Above his rent four pounds a year;

*The Dean gave this name to a farm called Drumlack, which he rented of Sir Arthur Achefon, whose seat lay between that and Market-hill; and intended to build an house upon it, but afterwards changed his mind. F.