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The furniture's my chiefest care,"
Soore bold plebeian foon shall rise, Reply'd the fage; "here's roon to spare, Stretch to the goal, and win the prize. “ Sweet fir, for I and you;
For, since the forming hand of old, " When this with faithful friends is fillid, Cast all mankind in the same mold; " An ampler palace I thall build ;
Since no distinguish'd clan is bleft 5 Till thes, this cot mult do."
With finer porcelain than the rest;
And since in all the ruling mind THE TRUE USE OF THE LOOKING-GLASS.
Is of the same celestial kind;
'Tis education shows the way TOM CAREFUL had a fon and heir,
Each latent beauty to display; Exact his shape, genteel his air,
Each happy genius brings to light, Adunis was not half fo fair.
Conccal'd before in Thades of night: But then, alas: his daughter Jane
Su diamonds from the gloomy mine, Was but so-so, a lit:le piain.
Taught by the workman's hand to thine, In man's apartmeni, as one day
On Cloe's ivory bosom blaze, The little romp and hoyden play,
Or grace the crown with brilliant rays. Their faces in the glass they view'd,
Merit obícure shall raise its head, Which then upon her coilet itood;
Though dark obstructing clouds o'erspread; Where, as Narcissus vain, the boy
Heroes, as yet unsung, shall fight Beheld each rising charm with joy;
For flaves oppress’d, and injur'd right; With partia! eyes furvey'd himielf,
And able statesmen prop the throne, But for his fister, poor brown elf,
To Battle-Abbey-Roll* unknown. On her the self-enamour'i chit
Sha Abbas, with fupreme command, Was very lavish of his wit.
In Persia reign'd, and bless'd the land; She bore, ala.! whatt'er the could,
A mighty prince, valiant and wife, But 'twas too much for flcih and blood;
Expert, with sharp discerning eyes, What female ever had the grace
To find true virtue in disguise. To pardon scandal on her face?
Hunting (it seems) was his delight, Disconfolate away the flies,
His joy by day, his dream by night: And at her daddy's teet the lies;
The sport of all the brave and bold, Sighs, lobs, and groirs, calls to her aid,
From Nimrod, who, in days of old, Aud tears, that readily cbey'd;
Made men as well as beasts his prey, Then aggravates the vile ofience,
l'o mightier George, whole milder sway Exerting all her cloquence :
Glad happy crowds with pride obey. The cause th' in:Polynent father heard,
In quest of his fierce savage foes, And culprit fundon'd foon appear'd;
Before the sun the nionarch rose, Some tokens of remorse he sn w'd,
The grizly lion to engage, And promis'd largely to be good.
By baying dogs provok'd to rage; As both the tender facher press'd
In the close thicket to explore, With equal ardour to his breast,
And push from thence the bristled boar: And smiling kils'd, “ Let there be peace,'
Or to pursue the flying deer, Said he ; ict broils and discord ceale :
While deep-mouth'd hounds the vallies cheer ; " Each day, my children, thus employ
And echo srom repeating hills « The faithful mirror; you, my boy,
His heart with joy redonbled fills. « Remember that no vice disgrace
Under a rock's projecting thade, “ The gift of heaven, that beauteous face:
A Mepherd boy his seat had made, “ And you, my girl, take special care
Happy as Cræíus on his throne, “ Your want of beauty to repair
T'he riches of the world his own. • By virtue, which alone is fair."
Content on mortals here below,
Is all that heaven can bestow.
His crook and fcrip were by him laid,
Upon his oaten pipe he play'd; A LONG descent, and noble blood,
His flocks securely couch'd around, Is but a vain fantastic good,
And seem'd to litten to the found. Unless with inbred virtues join'd,
Returning from the chase one day, An honest, brave, and generous mind,
The kicg by chance had lost his way: All that our ancestors have done,
Nor guards, nor nobles, now attend; Nacions reliev'd, and battles won;
But one young lord, his bofom friend. The trophies of each blondy field,
Now tir'd with labour, spent with heat, Can only then true honour yield,
They fought this pleasant cool retreat; When, like Argyll, we fcorn to owe,
The boy leap'd active from his seat, And pay that luítre they bestow;
And, with a kind obliging grace,
Offer'd the king unknown his place.
* A record cubich contained tbe names of tbe cbief met Their great aichievements wc disclaim.
ilet came over with the Conqueror.
The Persian monarch, who ro late,
Perplex'd and studious to contrive Lord of the world, ul'd all in slate;
To whom, and how, not what to give; On cloth of gold and uslue trod,
His pious frauds conceal the name, Whole nations trembling as his nod;
And Ikreen the modelt man from shame. With diamond and with rubies crown'd,
Whve'er wouid heavenly treasures raise, And gire with fawning llaves around;
Must grant the buon, escape the prailc. Behold him now : his canopy
But his immense and endief gain Th' impending rock, each shrub, each tree,
N private charitics could drain : That grew upon its shaggy brow,
On public works he fix'd his mind, To their great prince observant bow;
The zealous friend of human kind. Yield, as in duty bound, their aid,
Convenient inns on each great road And bless him with a friendly shade,
At his own proper coils endow'd, On the bare flint, he fits alone,
To weary caravans afford And oh would kings this truth but own,
Refreshment, both at bed and board. The safer and the nobler throne !
From Thames, the Tiber, and in Rhine, But where do I digress? 'tis tinie
Nations remote with Ali dine ; To check this arrogance of rhyme.
In various tongues his bounty's blest, As the judicious monarch view'd
While with surprise the ftranger guest The Atripling's air, nor bold por rude,
Does here on unbought dainties feaft: With native modesty subdued ;
Ssee stately palaces arise, The blush that glow'd in all its pride
And gilded domes invade the skies. Then trembled on his cheeks and dy'd.
Say, mufe, what lords inhabit here? He grew inquisitive to crace
Nor favourite eunuch, prince, nor peer? What foul dwelt in that lovely case:
The poor, the lame, the blind, the fick, To every question, serious, gay,
The ideot, and the lunatic. The youth reply'd without delay;
He curb'd each river's swelling pride, His answers for the most part right,
O'er the reluctant murmuring tide And taking, if not appofite :
From bank to bank his bridges Itride. Unfudy'd, unaffc&cd fense,
A thousand gracious decds were done, Mix'd with his native diffidence.
Bury'd in silence and unknown. The king was charm’d with such a prize,
At length, worn out with years and care, And stood with wonder in his eyes;
Sha Abbas dy'd; left his young heir Commits his treasure to the care
Sha Sef, unexperienc'd, taw, of the young lord; bids him not spare
By his ftern father kept in awe; For cott, or pains, t'enrich his brcast
To the seraglio's walis confin',
Barr'd from the converse of mankind.
To breed a tyrant and a fool.
Still Ali was prime minifter, By all admir'd, by all belov'd.
Put had not much his master's ear; Now the first curling down began
Walk'd on unfaithful, flippery ground,
Till an occasion could be found
As is the niode at court-turn out.
Sha Scfi, among eunuchs bred, The subjects love, the king's good will.
With them convers'd, by them was lcd ; Emp!oy'd in greater matters now,
Beardless, half-nien! in whose false breasts, No fateries, no bribes, could bow
Norjoy, nor love, nor friendship, retts. His stubborn foul; true to his truit,
There spight and pining envy dwell, Firm, and inexorably juft,
Ard rage as in their native hell; In judgment ripe, he loon became
For, conscious of their own disgrace A Walpolc, or a Walsingham;
Fach excellence they would debase, And, wakeful for the public peace,
And vent their spleen on human race. No dragon guards the golden ficece
This Ali found. Strange senseless lics With half that vigilance and care.
And inconsistent calumnios His busy eyes kenn'd every where;
They buz into the mcnarchi's cars, In each dark scheme knew how to dive,
And he believes all that he hears. Though cunning Dervises contrive
Great prince,” said they, “ Ali, your flaveTheir plots, disguis'd with thams and lies, " Whom we acknowledge wise and brave--. And cloak'd with real perjuries.
“ Yet pardon us we can't but fee Now high in rank the pier is plac'd,
" His boundless pride and vanity : And Ali Beg with titles grac'd;
“ His bridges triumph o'er cach tide, No bounds his master's bounties know,
“ In their own channels taught to glide. . His swelling coff rs overflow,
“ Each beggar, and each lazy drone, and he is puzzled to be tow;
“ His subject, more than yours, is grown :
“ And for a palace leaves his cell,
On all his compliments bestows, " Where Xerxes might be proud to dwell. Civil alike to friends and foes. “ His inns for travellers provide,
The king, impatient to behold " Strangers are lifted on his side:
His furniture of gems and gold, * In his own house how grand the scene ! From room to room the chase pursued, “ Tissues and velvets are too mean,
With curious eyes each corner view'd, “ Gold, jewels, pearls, unheard expence!
Ransack'd th' apartments o'er and o'er, « Suspected, bold, magnificence!
Each clofet search'd, unlock'd each door; " Whence can this food of riches flow?
But all he found was plain and coarse, * Examine his accounts, you'll know :
The meanest Persian scarce had worse; “ Your eye on your exchequer cast,
These Ali for convenience boughe, « The secret will come out at last."
Nor for expensive trifles sought. Ali next morn (for 'twas his way
One door a prying eunuch spy'd, To rise before the dawn of day)
With bars and locks well fortify'd, Went early to the council-board,
And now, secure to find the prize, Prostrate on earth, his king ador'd.
Show'd it the king with joyful eyes. The king, with countenance fevere,
“ Ali,” said he, “ that citadel Look'd sternly on his minister :
" Is strong, and baricadoed well? e Ali,” said he, ” I have been told,
• What have you there?” Ali reply'd, " Great treasures, both in gems and gold, " Oh, sir, there's lodg'd my greatest pride ; « Were left, and trufted to your care;
“ There are the gems I value molt, 'Mong these, one gem exceeding rare,
" And all the treasures I can beast." e Ilong to view ; which was (they faid)
All now convinc'd of his disgrace, " A present from the sultan made,
Triumph appear'd in every face. " The finest that the world e'er saw,
The monarch doubted now no more ; “ White, large, and fair, without a flaw." The keys are brought, unlock'd the door, Th’unblemish'd Ali thus reply'd,
When, lo! upon the wall appear 6C Great fir! it cannot be deny'd,
His shepherd's weeds hung up with care, « 'Tis brilliant, beautiful, and clear,
Nor crook nor fcrip was wanting there; “ The Great Mogul has not its peer.
Nor pipe that tun'd his humble lays, « Please it your majesty, to go
Sweet solace of his better days! “ Into the treasury below,
Then, bowing low, he touch'd his breaft, “ You'll wonder at its piercing ray,
And thus the wondering king addrest : « The sun gives not a nobler day.”
“ Great Prince! your Ali is your fave, Together now they all descend;
“ To you belong whate'er I have; Poor Ali had no other friend,
“ Goods, house, are yours, nay yours this head, But a soul faithful to its truit,
“ For speak the word, and I am dead : The sure asylum of the juft.
“ These moveables, and these alone, In proper classes now are seen
“ I may with justice call my own. The diamonds bright, and emeralds green; “ Your royal fire, Abbas the Great, Pearls, rubies, sapphires, next appear,
" Whom nations proftrate at his fect Dispos'd in rows with nicest care.
« On earth ador’d; whose soul at reft, The king views all with curious eyes,
" In paradise a welcome guest, Applauds with wonder and surprise,
“ * Enjoys its full, and fragrant bowers, Their order and peculiar grace,
u Or wantons upon beds of flowers, Each thing adapted to its place;
" While the pure stream, in living rills, The rest with envious leer behold,
“ From rocks of adamant distils, And Itumble upon bars of gold.
“ And black-ey'd nymphs attend his nod, Next, in an amber box, is fhown
“ Fair daughters of that blest abode : The noblest jewel of the crown :
By his command, I left the plain, “ This, fir," said he, “ believe your flave, “ An humble, but contented (wain. " Is the fine gem the sultan gave;
“ Nor fought I wealth, nor power, nor place; * Around it dart its beams of light,
“ All thele were owing to his grace ; « No comet e'er was half fo bright."
“ 'Twas his mere bounty made me great, 'The king with joy the gem admires,
“ And fix'd me here, in this high seat, Well-pleas'd, and half.convinc'd, retires.
“ The mark of envy. Much he gave, " Ali,” said he,“ with you I dine ;
“ But yet of nought depriv'd his llave : " Your furniture, I'm told, is fine."
“ He touch'd not these. Alas! whose fpite, Wife Ali, for this favour show'd,
« Whose avarice, would these excite? llumbly with Jowett reverence bow'd.
“ My old, hereditary right! At Ali's house now every hand
“ Grant me but these, Great Prince, once more, Is buly at their lord's command;
“ Grant me the pleasure to be poor, Where at th' appointed hour refort
« This scrip, these homely weeds, I'll wear, The king and all his splendid court.
“ The bleating flocks shall be my care; Ali came forth his prince to meet, And, lowly bowing, kila'd his fcc:.
* Such is the Paradise the Turks expe:9.
“ Check each expensive appetite, * Shall be the comfort of my age."
- And make the most of every mite : The king, amaz'd at such a scorn
“ Consider well, my child, O think Of riches, in a shepherd born;
“ What numbers are undone by drink! • How soars that foul," said he,“ above
Hopeful young men who might be great, “ The courtier's hate, or monarch's love!
“ Die well, and leave a large eltate; "No power such virtue can efface,
" But, by lewd comrades led astray, “ No jealous malice shall disgrace.
“ Guzzling, throw all their means away. " Wealth, grandeur, pomp, are a mere cheat, “ Tom Dash, of parts acute and rare. * But this is to be truly great."
“ Can split a fraction to a hair ; While tears ran trickling down his face,
“ Knows Wingate better than his creed, He clasp'd him in a close embrace;
“ Can draw strong ale, or a weak deed; Then caus'd himself to be undrest,
“ By precedents a bond can write, And cloth'd him in his royal vest :
“ Or an indenture tripartite ; The greatest honour he could give,
“ Can measure land, pasture, or wood, Or Persian subjects can receive.
“ Yee never purchas'd half a rood.
“ Whom all these liberal arts adorn, THE SWEET-SCENTED MISER.
• Is he not rich! as sheep new thorn! Tell me, my noble generous friend,
" The reason need not far be sought, With what design, and to what end,
“ For three-pence gain'd, he spends a groat. Do greedy fools heap up with care
“ There's Billy Blowfe, that merry fellow, That pelf, which they want heart to share ? “ So wondrous witty when he's mellow; What other pleasure can they know,
“ Ale and mundungus, in despite But to enjoy, or to bestow ?
“ Of nature, make the clown polite. Ads of benevolence and love
" When those rich steams chafe his dull head, Give us a taste of heaven above;
“ What flowers shoot up in that hot-bed! We imitate th' immortal powers,
“ His jelts, when fogs his temples shroud,
7 Whose sun-fhine, and whose kindly showers, “ Like the sun bursting through a cloud, Refresh the poor and barren ground,
“ Blaze out, and dazzle all the crowd: And plant a paradise around :
“ They laugh, each wag's exceeding gay, But this mean, sneaking avarice,
" While he, poor ninny ! jokes away Is a collection of all vice.
“ By night, whate'er he gets by day. Where this foul weed but taints the place, “ To thefe examples I might add Nor virtue grows, nor worth, nor grace;
“ A 'íquire or two, troth full as bad; The soul a desert waste remains,
" Who, dooni'd by heaven for their fins, And ghaitly defolation reigns.
“ Mind nothing but their nipperkins : But where will these grave morals tend?
“ But chese, at this time, shall suffice; Pardon my zeal, dear courteous friend;
“ By saving, boy, that is, be wise.” The province of my humbler vein,
Now, muse, come hold thy nose, and tell Is not to preach, but entertain.
What doleful accident befel; Gripe, from the cradle to the grave,
His horse set hard, an ancient hack, Was good for nothing, but to save;
That cwice ten years carry'd a pack,
But such a cargo ne'er before;
His bowels stuft with too much meat, * A penny fav’d's a penny got.”
He sat unealy in his scat, This rich poor man was jogging down,
And riggled often to and fro, Once on a time, from London town ;
With painful gripings gnaw'd below. With him his son, a handy lad :
His distance yee in hope to gain, To drels his daddy-or his pad :
For the next inn he spurs amain; Among his dealers he had been,
In haste alights, and scuds away, And all their ready cash swept clean.
But time and tide for no man stay. Gripe, to save charges on the road,
No means can save whom heaven has curst, At each good house cramm'd in a load :
For out th' impetuous torrent burst. With boil'd and roaft his belly fillid,
Struck dumb, aghast at first he stood, And greedily each tankard swillid :
And scratch'd his head in pensive mood : How favoury, how sweet the meat!
But, wisely judging 'twas in vain low good the drink when others treat!
To make an outcry, and complain, Now on the road Gripe trots behind,
Of a bad bargain made the best, or weighty reasons (as you'll find):
And lull'd his troubled foul to rest. The boy foon long'd to take a whet,
Back he return'd with rueful face, Fis horse at each sign made a set,
And shuffled through the house apace; nd he spurt'd on with great regret.
My 'andlady screams out in haste, his the old man observ'd with pain,
" Old gentleman, ho where fo fait ? Ah! fwn," said, he," the way to gain
“ Before you go, pray pay your shot, W’ealth (our chief good) is to abftain; “ This young man here has drunk a poc."
A pot!" said Gripe ; " oh, the young rogue ! Smoking his pipe, warm as a toast, " Ah, ruinous, expensive dog:”
And reading over last week's poit ; And, muttering curfes in his car,
He saw the foe the fort invade, Look'd like a witch with hellish leer;
And soon smelt out the breach he made : But, finding 'twas in vain to fret,
But not a word a little fly Pull'd out his catskin, paid the debt.
He look'd, 'tis true, and from each eye This point adjusted, on they fare,
A side-long glance sometimes he sent, Ambrofial sweets perfume the air :
To bring him news, and watch th' events The younker, by the fragrant fcent,
At length, upon thar tender part Perceiving now how matters went,
Where honour lodges (as of old Laugh'd inwardly, could scarce contain,
Authentic Hudibras has told) And kept his countenance with pain.
The blustering colonel felt a smart. At last he cries, " Now, fir, an't please,
Sore griev'd for his affronted bum, I hope you're better, and at ease."
Frisk'ü, ikip'd, and bounc'd about the room; # Better, you booby!-'ris all out”
l'hen turning short, “ Zounds, fir!” he cries" What's out?" said he. “ You drunken lout! “ Pox on hini, had the fool no eyes? “ All in my trowsers--well--no matter-
" What! let a man be burnt alive." « Not great--th' expence of soap and water; “ I am not, sir, inquisitive” * This charge--if times are not too hard, (Reply'd Sir Gravity) “ to know e By management may be repair'd:
" Whate'er your honour's pleas'd to do; * But, oh! that damn'd confounded pot ! “ If you will burn your tail to tinder, * Extravagant, audacious foc;
Pray what have I to do to hinder ? € This, this indeed, my soul does grieve,
“ Other mens business let alone, " There's two-pence lost without retrieve !" " Why should not coxcombs mind their own ?".
Then, knocking out his pipe with care,
Laid down his penny at the bar;
And, wrapping round his frieze surtout, And lay their laurels at her feet;
Took up his crab-tree, and walk'd out. 'The niodern Pallas, at whose fhrine
THE BUSY INDOLENT:
Jack CARELESS was a man of parts,
Well skill'd in the politer arts, Cheering his reins before the fire,
With judgment read, with humour wric : (So every true-born Briton should)
Among his friends pait for a wit: Like that, he chaf'd, and fum'd, with ire. But lov'd his eafe more than his meat, “ Jenny,” said he,“ tis very hard,
And wonder'd knaves could toil and chcat, 6 That no man's honour can be spar'd;
T'expose chemselves by being great. " If I but sup with Lady Duchess,
At no levees the suppliant bow'd; “ Or play a game at ombre, such is
Nor courted for their votes the crowd : « The malice of the world, 'tis said,
Nor riches nor preferment sought, Although his Grace lay drunk in bed,
Did what he pleas’d, spoke what he thought. "'Twas i that caus'd his aching head.
Content within due bounds to live, “ If Madam Doodle would be witty,
And what he could not spend, to give : * And I am sunimon'd to the city,
Would whiff his pipe o'er nappy ale, « To play at blind-man’s-buff, or so,
And joke, and pun, and tell his tale ; " What won't such hellish malice do?
Reform the state, lay down the law, 6 If I but catch her in a corner,
And talk of lords he never saw; “ Humph—-'tis, Your servant, Colonel Horner : Fight Marlborough's battles o'er again, " But rot the sneering fops, if e'er
And push the French on Blenheim's plain ; " I prove it, it shall cost them dear;
Discourse of Paris, Naples, Rome, " I swear by this dead-doing blade,
Though he had never stirr'd from home : “ Dreadful examples shall be made :
'Tis true he travel'd with great care, “ What--can't they drick bohea and cream, The tour of Europe in his chair. " But (den them) I must be cheir cheme? Was loth to part without his load, " Other men's bufinets let alone,
Or move till morning peep'd abroad. " Why should not coxcombs mind their own ?" One day this honeft, idle rake, As thus he rav'd with all his might
Nor quite alleep, nor well awake, (How intecure from Fortune's ipight,
Was lolling in his elbow chair, Alas: is every mortal wighe')
And building castles in the air ; To show his anciene spleen to Mars,
His nipperkin (the port was good) Fierce Vulcall caught him by the am
Half empty at his elbow flood, Stuck to his skirts, infatjate varlet!
When a strange noise offends his ear, And ied with plealure on the scarlet.
The din increas'd as it came near, Hard by, and in the corner, fate
And in his yard at lall he view'd A Buncher grave, with louk ludate,
Of farmers a great multitude;