But how, my friend, can I endure,
Once fo renown'd, to live obfcure?
No little boys and girls to cry,
"There 's nimble Tim a-paffing by :"
No more my dear delightful way tread
Of keeping up a party hatred?

Will none the Tory dogs purfue,
When through the streets I cry balloo?
Muft all my d-n me's! bloods and wounds!

Pafs only now for empty founds?

Shall Tory rafcals be elected,

Although I fwear them difaffected?

And, when I roar, "A plot, a plot !”
Will our own party mind me not?
So qualify'd to fwear and lye,
Will they not truft me for a spy?
Dear Mullinix, your good advice
I beg; you fee the cafe is nice:
O! were I equal in renown,

Like thee to please this thankless town!
Or, blefs'd with fuch engaging parts
To win the truant fchool-boys' hearts !
Thy virtues meet their just reward,
Attended by the fable guard.

Charm'd by thy voice, the 'prentice drops
The fnow-ball deftin'd at thy chops:
Thy graceful steps, and colonel's air,
Allure the cinder-picking fair.

M. No more in mark of true affection,

I take thee under my protection ..

Your parts are good, 'tis not deny'd;
I wish they had been well apply'd.
But now observe my council, (viz.)
Adapt your habit to your phyz;
You must no longer thus equip ye, a
As Horace fays, optat ephippia;
(There's Latin too, that you may fee
How much improv'd by Dr.

-).

I have a coat at home, that you may try;

'Tis just like this, which hangs by geometry.

My hat has much the nicer air;

Your block will fit it to a hair.

That wig, I would not for the world

Have it fo formal, and fo curl'd;

"Twill be fo oily and fo fleek,
When I have lain in it a week,
You'll find it well prepar'd to take
The figure of toupee and fnake.
Thus drefs'd alike from top to toe,
That which is which 'tis hard to know;
When firft in public we appear,

I'll lead the van, you keep the rear;
Be careful, as you walk behind;
Use all the talents of your mind;
Be ftudious well to imitate

My portly motion, mien, and gait,
Mark my addrefs, and learn my style,
When to look fcornful, when to smile;
Nor fputter out your oaths so fast,
But keep your fwearing to the laft.

Then

Then at our leisure we 'll be witty,

And in the streets divert the city;
The ladies from the windows gaping,
The children all our motions aping.
Your conversation to refine,
I'll take you to fome friend of mine;
Choice fpirits, who employ their parts
To mend the world by useful arts;
Some cleanfing hollow tubes, to spy
Direct the zenith of the sky;
Some have the city in their care,
From noxious fteams to purge the air ;;
Some teach us in these dangerous days
How to walk upright in our ways;
Some whofe reforming hands engage:
To lafh the lewdnefs of the age;
Some for the public fervice go
Perpetual envoys to and fro;

Whose able heads fupport the weight
Of twenty minifters of state.

We fcorn, for want of talk, to jabber
Of parties o'er our bonny-clabber:

Nor are we ftudious to enquire,
Who votes for manors, who for hire:
Our care is, to improve the mind
With what concerns all human-kind;
The various fcenes of mortal life;
Who beats her husband, who his wife;
Or how the bully at a stroke

Knock'd down the boy, the lantern broke.

One

One tells the rife of cheese and oatmeal;
Another when he got a hot meal;
One gives advice in proverbs old,
Inftructs us how to tame a fcold;
One fhews how bravely Audouin dy'd,
And at the gallows all deny'd';
How by the almanack 'tis clear,
That herrings will be cheap this year.
T. Dear Mullinix, I now lament
My precious time fo long mis-fpent,
By nature meant for nobler ends :
O, introduce me to your friends!
For whom by birth I was defign'd,
Till politicks debas'd my mind:
I give myself entire to you';

G-d-n the Whigs and Tories too!

TIM* * AND THE FABLES.

Mr meaning will be best unravel'd,

When I premife that Tim has traveld.

In Lucas's by chance there lay
The Fables writ by Mr. Gay.
Tim fet the volume on a table,
Read over here and there a Fable;
And found, as he the pages twirl'd,
The Monkey who had feen the world:
(For Tonfon had, to help the fale,
Prefix'd a cut to every tale.)

Sce an account of him in the "Intelligencer," N° x,

The

The Monkey was completely dreft,
The Beau in all his airs expreft.

Tim, with furprize and pleafure flaring,
Ran to the glafs, and then comparing
His own sweet figure with the print,
Diftinguish'd every feature in 't,

The twift, the fqueeze, the rump, the fidge in all,
Juft as they look'd in the original.

"By," fays Tim, and let a fart,

"This graver understood his art.

""Tis a true copy, I'll fay that for 't;
"I well remember when I fat for 't.
"My very face, as firft I knew it ;
"Juft in this dress the painter drew it.”
Tim, with his likenefs deeply fmitten,
Would read what underneath was written,
The merry tale, with moral grave.
He now began to ftorm and rave:
"The curfed villain! now I fee
"This was a libel meant at me:
"These scribblers grow fo bold of late
"Against us minifters of state!

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"Such Jacobites as he deserve

"D-n me! I fay, they ought to ftarve."

TOM MULLINIX AND DICK.

TOM and Dick had equal fame,

And both had equal knowledge;

Tom could write and spell his name,
But Dick had feen the college.

Dick