Quoth Matthew, I know, that, from Berwick to Dover, You 've fold all our premiffes over and over: But a word to the purpose: to-morrow, dear friend, We'll fee, what to night you fo highly commend; Then anfwer'd 'Squire Morley; Pray get a calash, That in fummer may burn, and in winter may splash; I love dirt and duft; and 'tis always my pleasure, To take with me much of the foil that I measure. But Matthew thought better: for Matthew thought right, And hired a chariot fo trim and fo tight, That extremes both of winter and summer might pafs: For one window was canvass, the other was glass. Lord Coningsby was one of the members of the committee of the Privy Council, who examined Mr. Prior at the acceffion of George I. From the account given by Mr. Prior of what then paffed, he appears to have been very ungenteely and roughly treated by that nobleman. Draw Draw up, quoth friend Matthew; pull down, quoth friend John, We shall be both hotter and colder anon. Thus, talking and fcolding, they forward did speed; And Ralpho pac'd by, under Newman the Swede. Into an old inn did this equipage roll, At a town they call Hodfon, the fign of the Bull, Near a Nymph with an urn, that divides the high way, And into a puddle throws Mother of Tea. Come here, my fweet Landlady, pray how d'ye do? Where is Cicily fo cleanly, and Prudence, and Sue? And where is the Widow that dwelt here below? And the Hoftler that fung about eight years ago? And where is your Sifter, fo mild and fo dear? Whofe voice to her Maids like a trumpet was clear, By my troth! fhe replies, you grow younger, I think : And pray, Sir, what wine does the gentleman drink? Why now let me die, Sir, or live upon trust, If I know to which queftion to answer you first : Why Why things, fince I faw you, moft frangely have vary'd, The Hoftler is hang'd, and the Widow is marry'd. And Prue left a child for the parish to nurfe? Well, peace to her afhes! what fignifies grief? For that matter, Sir, be you 'Squire, Knight, or I'll give you whate'er a good inn can afford: Of Mutton a delicate neck and a breaft Shall swim in the water in which they were dreft: taken, Addle-eggs fhall be next courfe, toft up with rank Bacon. Then fupper was ferv'd, and the fheets they were laid; And Morley most lovingly whifper'd the Maid. The The Maid! was fhe handfome? why truly fo-fo. Then up rofe thefe Heroes as brifk as the fun, And their horfes, like his, were prepared to run. Now when in the morning Matt afk'd for the score, John kindly had paid it the evening before. Their breakfast fo warm to be fure they did eat, A cuftom in travellers mighty difcreet; And thus with great friendship and glee they went on, To find out the place you fhall hear of anon, Call'd Down, down, hey derry down. But what did they talk of from morning till noon?. Why, of spots in the fun, and the man in the moon; Of the Czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the city, The wife men of Greece, and the Secret Committee. So to Harlow they came; and, hey! where are you all? Shew us into the parlour, and mind when I call: Why, your Maids have no motion, your Men have no life; Well, Mafter, I hear you have bury'd your wife. Come Come this very inftant, take care to provide Tea, Sugar, and Toast, and a Horfe and a Guide. Are the Harrisons here, both the old and the young? And where ftands fair Down, the delight of my fong? O 'Squire, to the grief of my heart I may say, I have bury'd two wives fince you travel'd this way; And the Harrifons both may be presently here; And Down ftands, I think, where it ftood the last year. Then Joan brought the Tea-pot, and Caleb the Toast; And the wine was froth'd out by the hand of mine hoft: But we clear'd our extempore banquet so fast, That the Harrisons both were forgot in the hafte. Now hey for Down-Hall! for the guide he was got; The chariot was mounted; the horses did trot; The guide he did bring us a dozen miles round; But oh! all in vain: for no Down could be found. O thou |