For now I fee, I fee proud London's fpires;
Greenwich is loft, and Deptford-dock retires.

VI.

Oh, what a concourfe fwarms on yonder quay !
The sky re-echoes with new shouts of joy :
By all this show, I ween, 'tis Lord Mayor's day;
I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy.

No, now I fee them near.

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Oh, these are they

Who come in crouds to welcome thee from Troy.
Hail to the bard, whom long as lost we mourn'd;
From fiege, from battle, and from storm, return'd!
VII.

Of goodly dames, and courteous knights, I view
The filken petticoat, and broider'd vest;

Yea peers, and mighty dukes, with ribbands blue,
(True blue, fair emblem of unftained breaft.)
Others I fee, as noble, and more true,

By no court-badge diftinguish'd from the rest:
Firft fee I Methuen, of fincerest mind,
As Arthur* grave, as foft as woman-kind.

VIII.

What lady's that, to whom he gently bends?

Who knows not her? ah! thofe are Wortley's eyes: How art thou honour'd, number'd with her friends! For the diftinguishes the good and wife.

*This perfon is mentioned in Pope's Epiftle to Arbuthnot, ver. 23.

"Arthur, whofe giddy fon neglects the laws,

Imputes to me, and my damn'd works, the caufe."

The

The sweet-tongued Murray near her fide attends;
Now to my heart the glance of Howard flies;
Now Harvey, fair of face, I mark full well,
With thee, youth's youngest daughter, fweet Lepell.
IX.

I fee two lovely fifters, hand in hand,

The fair-hair'd Martha, and Teresa brown; Madge Bellenden, the talleft of the land;

And fmiling Mary, foft and fair as down. Yonder I fee the chearful dutchess ftand,

For friendship, zeal, and blithfome humours known: Whence that loud shout in such a hearty strain? Why, all the Hamiltons are in her train.

X.

See next the decent Scudamore advance,
With Winchelsea, ftill meditating fong:

With her perhaps Miss Howe came there by chance,
Nor knows with whom, or why the comes along.
Far off from thefe fee Santlow, fam'd for dance*;
And frolick Bicknell †, and her fifter young;
With other names, by me not to be nam'd,
Much lov'd in private, not in publick fam'd!
XI.

But now behold the female band retire,

And the fhrill mufick of their voice is ftill'd! Methinks I fee fam'd Buckingham admire,

That in Troy's ruin thou hadst not been kill'd;

* She afterwards married Booth the player. S. + Mrs. Bicknell, the actrefs, is mentioned in the Spectator, Tatler, and Guardian, with applaufe. S.

Sheffield,

Sheffield, who knows to ftrike the living lyre
With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd.
Bathurst impetuous haftens to the coast,
Whom you and I ftrive who fhall love the most.

XII.

See generous Burlington, with goodly Bruce
(But Bruce comes wafted in a soft sedan);
Dan Prior next, belov'd by every Muse;

And friendly Congreve, unreproachful man!
(Oxford by Cunningham hath fent excuse ;)
See hearty Watkins comes with cup and can;
And Lewis, who has never friend forfaken;
And Laughton whispering asks -

XIII.

Is Troy town taken?

Earl Warwick comes, of free and honeft mind;

Bold, generous Craggs, whofe heart was ne'er dif

guis'd:

Ah why, fweet St. John, cannot I thee find?

St. John, for every focial virtue priz’d.—
Alas! to foreign climates he 's confin'd,

Or elfe to fee thee here I well furmiz'd :
Thou too, my Swift, doft breathe Boeotian air;
When wilt thou bring back wit and humour here?
XIV.

Harcourt I fee, for eloquence renown'd,

The mouth of justice, oracle of law! Another Simon is befide him found,

Another Simon, like as straw to straw.

How Lanfdown fmiles, with lafting laurel erown'd]
What mitred prelate there commands our awe?

Sec

See Rochefter approving nods his head *,
And ranks one modern with the mighty dead.
XV.

Carleton and Chandos thy arrival grade;

Hanmer, whofe eloquence th' unbiass'd sways ; Harley, whofe goodness opens in his face, And fhews his heart the feat where virtue stays. Ned Blount advances next, with bufy pace, In haste, but fauntering, hearty in his I fee the friendly Carylls come by dozens, Their wives, their uncles, daughters, fons, and coufins.

XVI.

Arbuthnot there I fee, in phyfick's art,

ways:

As Galen learn'd, or famed Hippocrate;
Whofe company drives forrow from the heart,
As all difeafe his medicines diffipate :
Kneller amid the triumph bears his part †,

Who could (were mankind loft) anew create:
What can th' extent of his vaft foul confine?
A painter, critick, engineer, divine!

XVII.

Thee Jervas hails, robust and debonair,

Now have [we] conquer'd Homer, friends, he cries: Darteneuf, grave joker, joyous Ford is there ‡, And wondering Maine, fo fat with laughing eyes,

So in the Epiftle to Dr. Arbuthnot,

"Ev'n mitred Rochefter would nod the head." S. This is no more than a compliment to the vanity of Sir Godfrey, which Pope and other wits were always putting to the strongest trials. S.

Charles Ford, efq; writer of the Gazette. S.

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(Gay,

(Gay, Maine, and Cheney, boon companions dear,

Gay fat, Maine fatter, Cheney huge of fize)
Yea Dennis, Gildon, (hearing thou haft riches)
And honest, hatlefs Cromwell, with red breeches.
XVIII.

O Wanley, whence com'ft thou with shorten'd hair,
And vifage from thy fhelves with dust besprent *?
"Forfooth (quoth he) from placing Homer there,
"For ancients to compyle is myne entente :
"Of ancients only hath Lord Harley care;

"But hither me hath my meeke lady fent:-
"In manufcript of Greeke rede we thilke fame,
"But book yprint beft plesyth myn gude dame."
XIX.

Yonder I fee, among th' expecting croud,
Evans with laugh jocofe, and tragic Young;
High-bufkin'd Booth, grave Mawbert, wandering
Frowde,

And Titcomb's belly waddles flow along †.

* So in the Dunciad, B. iii. 185. "But who is he in closet clofe ypent

"Of fober face, with learned duft besprent ?" Humphrey Wanley was librarian to Lord Oxford. S. + The names of the majority of perfons here enumerated are in want of no illuftration; and concerning a few of them, it would be difficult to fupply any. Titcomb, however, is mentioned in a letter from Pope to Congreve. "There is a grand revolution at Will's. "Morrice has quitted for a coffee-house in the city; "and Titcomb is reftored, to the great joy of Cromwell, "who was at a lofs for a perfon to converfe with on "the fathers and church hiftory." S.

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