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Thither I've often been the damsel's guide,

When Blouzelind expir'd, the wether's bell When rotten sticks our fuel have supply'd;

Before the drooping flock tolld forth her knell; 100
There I remember how her faggots large

The solemn death-watch click'd the hour she dy'd,
Were frequently these happy shoulders' charge. And shrilling crickets in the chimpcy cry'd ;
Sometimes this crook drew hazel-boughs adown, The boding raven on her cottage sate,
And stuft'd her apron wide with nuts so brown; 50 And with hoarse croaking warn'd us of her fate;
Or when her feeding hogs had miss'd their way, The lambkin, which her wonted tendance bred,
Or wallowing 'mid a feast of acorns lay;

Dropp'd on the plains that fatal instant dead;
Th'umtoward creatures to the stye I drove, Swarm'd on a rotten stick the bees I spy'd,
And whistled all the way-or told my love.

Which erst I saw when Goody Dobson dy'd.
If by the dairy's hatch I chance to hie,

How shall I, void of tears, her death relate,
I shall her goodly countenance espy;

When on her darling's bed her mother sate ! 110
For there her goo:lly countenance I've seen, These words the dying Blouzelinda spoke,
Set off with kerchief starch'l anil pinners clean. And of the dead let none the will revoke:
Sointimes, like wax, she rolls the butter round, “Mother.” quoth she, “let not the poultry need,
Or with the wooden lily prints the pound. 60 And give the goose wherewith to raise her breed :
Whilom I've seen her skim the clonted cream, Be these my sister's care-and every morn
And press from springy curls the milky stream: Ainid the ducklings let her scatter corn;
But no:x, alas! these ears shall hear no more The sickly calf that's hous'd be sure to tend,
The whining swine surround the dairy dour; Feed nim with milk, and froin bleak colds defend.
No more her care shall fill the hollow tray, Yet ere I dieser, mother, yonder shelf,
To fat the guzzling hogs with floods of whey. There secretly I've hid my worldly pelf. 120
Lament, ye swine, in grunting spend your grief, Twenty good shillings in a rag I laid ;
For you, like me, have lost your sole relief. Be ten the parson's, for my sermon paid.

When in the barn the sounding fail I ply, The rest is yours-my spinning-wheel and rake
Where froin her sieve the chaff was wont to Ay; 70 Let Susan keep for her dear sister's sake;
The poultry there will seem around to stand, My new straw hat, that's trimly lin'd with grecn,
Waiting upon her charitable hand.

Let Peggy wear, for she's a dams: clean.
No succour meet the poultry now can find, My leathern bottle, long in harvests try'd,
For they, like me, have lost their Blouzelind. Be Grubbinol's—this silver ring beside:
Whenever by yon barley mow I pass,

Three silver pennies, and a nine-pence bent,
* Before my eyes will trip the tidy lass.

A token kind to Bumkinet is sent.”

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I pitch'd the sheaves, (oh, could I do so now!) Thus spoke the maiden, while the mother cry'd;
Which she in rows pil'd on the growing mow. And peaceful, like the harmless lamb, she dy'd.
There every deale my heart by love was gain'd, To show their love, the neighbours far and near
There the sweet kiss my courtship has explain'd. 80 Follow'd with wistful look the damsel's bier.
Ah, Blouzelind! that mow I ne'er shall see, Sprig'd rosemary the lads and lasses bore,
But thy memorial will revive in me.

While dismally the parson walk'd before.
Lament, ye fields, and rueful symptoms show; Upon her grave the roseinary they threw,
Henceforth let not the smelling primrose grow; The daisie, butter-flower, and endive blue.
Let weeds, instead of butter-flowers, appear,

After the good man warn'd us from his text, 159
And meads, instead of daisies, hemlock bear; That none could tell whose turn would be the next;
For cowslips sweet let dandelions spread;

He said, that Heaven would take her soul, no For Blouzelinda, blithsome maid, is dead !

doubt,
Lament, ye swains, and o'er her grave bemoan, And spoke the hour-glass in her praise-quite out.
And spell ye right this verse upon her stone : 90 To her sweet memory, flowery garlands strung,
“ Here Blouzelinda lies-- Alas, alas !

O'er her now empty seat aloft were hung.
Weep, shepherds and remember flesh is grass." With wicker rods we fenc'd her tomb around,

To ward from man and beast the hallow'd ground;
GRUBBIYOL.

Lest her new grave the parson's cattle raze,
Albeit thy songs are sweeter to mine ear, For both his horse and cow the church-yard graze.
Than to the thirsty cattle rivers clear;

Now we trudg'd homeward to her mother's farm,
Or winter porridge w the labouring youth,

To drink new cyder mull’d, with ginger warm. 150
Or buns and sugar to the damsel's tooth ;

For Gaffer Treadwell told us, by the by,
Yet Blouzelinda's name shall tune my laya

“ Excessive sorrow is exceeding dry."
Of her P'll sing for ever and for aye.

While bulls bear horns upon their curled brow,

Or lasses wi:h soft stroakings milk the cow;
Ver. 84

While paddling ducks the standing lake desire,
Pro molli violá, pro perpureo narcisso,

Or batiening hogs roll in the sinking mire;
Carduus & spinis surgit paliurus acutis. Virg. While moles thc crumbled earth in hillocks raise;
Ver. 90.

So long shall swains tell Blouzelinda's praise.
Et tumulum facite, & tumulo superaddite carmen. Thus wail'd the louts in melancholy strain,
Ver. 93.

Virg. Till bonny Susan sped across the plain. 16Q
Tale tuum carmen nobis, divine pocta,
Quale sopor fessis in gramine : quale per æstum

Ver. 153.
Dulcis aquæ saliente sitim restinguere rivo.
Nostamen hæc quocunque modo tibi nostra vicissim, Dum juga montis aper, fluvios di m piscis amabit,
Dicemus, Daphninque tuum tollemus ad astra. Dumque thymo pascentur apes, dun rore cicadæ,

Virg. Semper bonos, nomenque tuum, laudesque mane.
Ver. 96. An imitation of Theocritus.

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They seiz'd the lass in apron clean array'd, Not ballad-singer plac'd above the crowd
And to the ale-house forc'd the willing maid; Sings with a note so shrilling sweet and loud;
In ale and kisses they forget their cares,

Nor parish-clerk, who calls the psalın so clear, And Susan Blouzelinda's loss repairs.

Like Bowzybeus soothes th' attentive ear. 50

Of Nature's laws his carols first begun,
Why the grave owl can never face the San.
For owls, as swains observe, detest the light,

And only sing and seek their prey by night.
SATURDAY; OR, THE FLIGHTS.

How turnips hide their swelling heads below;
And how the closing coleworts upwards grow ;
How Will-a-wisp misleads night-faring clowns

O'er hills, and sinking bogs, and pathless downs.
DOWZYBEUS.

Of stars he toid, that shoot with shining trail,

And of the glow-worm's light that gilds his tail. 60 SUBLIMER strains, O rustic Muse! prepare ;

He sung where woodcocks in the Suminer feed, Forget awhile the barn and dairy's care;

And in what climates they renew their breed Thy hom ly voice to loftier numbers raise,

(Some think to northern coasts tbeir flight they The drunkard's Bights require sonorous lays; Or to the Moon in minight hours ascend); (tend, With Bowzybeus' songs exalt thy verse,

Where swallows in the Winter's season keep, While rocks and woods the various notes rehearse.

And how the drowsy bat and dormouse sleep; 'Twas in the season when the reapers' toil

How Nature does the puppy's oyelid close Of the ripe harvest 'gan to rid the soil;

Till the bright Son has nine times set and rose Wide through the field was seen a goodly rout,

(For huntsmen by their long experience find, Clean damsels bound the gather'd sheaves about; 10 That puppies still nine rolling suns are blind). 70 The lads, with sharpen'd hook and sweating brow,

Now he goes on, and sings of fairs and shows, Cut down the labours of the winter plough. For still new fairs before his eyes arose. To the near hedge young Susan steps aside,

How pedlars' stalls with glittering toys are laid, She feigo'd her coat or garter was unty'd;

The various fairings of the country maid. Whate'er she did, she stoop'd adown unseen,

Long silken laces hang upon the twine, And merry reapers what they list will ween.

And rows of pins and amber bracelets shine; Soon she rose up, and cry'd with voice so shrill,

How the tight lass knives, combs, and scissars spies, That Echo answer'd from the distant hill;

And looks on thimbles with desiring eyes, The youths and damsels ran to Susan's aid,

Of lotteries next with tuneful note he told, Who thought some adder had the lass dismay'd. 20

Where silver spoons are won, and rings of gold. 80 When fast asleep they Bowzybeus spy'd,

The lads and lasses trudge the street along, His hat and oaken staff lay close beside;

And all the fair is crowded in his song. That Bowzybeus who could sweetly sing,

The mountebank now treads the stage, and sells Or with the rosin'd bow torment the string;

His pills, his balsams, and his ague-spells ; That Bowzybeus who, with fingers speed,

Now o'er and o'er the nimble tumbler springs, Could call soft warblings from the breathing reed ; And on the rope the venturous maiden swings; That Bowzybeus who, with jocund tongue,

Jack Pudding in his party-colour'd jacket Ballads and roundelays and catches sung : Tosses the glove, and jokes at every packet. They loudly laugh to see the damsel's fright,

Of raree-shows he sung, and Punch's feats, And in disport surround the drunken wight. 30

Of pockets pick'd in crowds, and various cheats. 90 “Ah, Bowzybee, why didst thou stay so long?

Then sad he song the Children in the Wood: The mugs were large, the drink was wondrons

(Ah, barbarous uncle, stain'd with infant blood!) strong!

How blackberries they pluck'd in deserts wild, Thou should'st have left the fair before 'twas night; and fearless at the glittering falchion smild; But thou sat'st toping till the morning light.”

Their little corpse the robin-red-breasts found, Cicely brisk maid, steps forth before the rout,

And strow'd with pious bill the leaves around. An) ksd with smacking lip the snoaring lout :

(Ah, gentle birds! if this verse lasts so long, (For cu t m says, “Whoe'er this venture proves, Your naines shall live for ever in my song.) For such a kiss demands a pair of gloves.")

For Baxom Joan he sung the doubtful strife, By her example Dorcas bolder grows,

How the sly sailor made the maid a wife. 100 Ad plays a tickling straw within his nose. 40

To louder strains he rais'd his voice, to tell He rub; ! is nostril, and in wonted joke

What woeful wars in Chevy-chace befell, Tie sneering swains with stammering speech bespoke :

Ver. 47. " To you, my lads, I'll sing my carols o'er,

Nec tantum Pharbo gaudet Parnassia rupes : As for the ma’ds----I've something else in store."

Nec tantum Rhodope mirantur & Ismarus Orpbea No sooner 'gan be raise his tuneful song,

Virs But lads and lasses round about him throng.

Ver. 51. Our gwain had possibly read Tusser,

from whence he might hate collected these philo Ver. 22.

sophical observations : Serta procul tantum capiti delapsa jacebant. Virg. Nainque canebat, uti magnum perinane coacta, &c. Ver. 40.

Ver. 97. Sangumeis frontem moris & tempora pingit. Virg. Fortunati arbo, si quid mea carmina possunt, Ver. 43.

Nulla dies uinquam memori vos eximet evo. Virg. Carmnia, quæ vultis, cognoscite : carmina vobis ; Ver. 99. A song in the coinedly of Love for Love, Huic aliud inercedis erit.

Virg, beginning “A soldier and a sailor," &c.

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V. 60

When Percy drove the deer with hound and horn, Cowslips

V. 87 Horse
Wars to be wept by children yet unborn!

Chalk

ii. 44 Goodman Hodges i 122 Ah, Witherington! more years thy life had crown'd, Cricket

v. 108 Hound

iii. 59 If thou hadst never heard the horn or hound ! Curd

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Yet shall the squire, who fought on bloody stumps, Cuddy

i. Jack Pudding vi. 87 By future bards be wail'd in doleful dumps.

Church-yard v. 148 Jay

iii. 5 All in the land of Essex next he chants, 109 Cuckow

iv. 15 Joan

vi, 99 How to sleek mares starch quakers turn gallants : Cur

i. 56 Irish Trot vi. 116 How the grave brother stood on bank so green Cyder

v. 150
Happy for him if mares had never been !

Corns
i. 28

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Then he was seiz'd with a religious qualm,

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Katharine Pear ij. 56
And on a sudden sung the hundredth psalm.

Dairy
v. 42 Kerchief

V. 58
He sung of Taffey Welch, and Sawney Scot, Daisie

i. 44 Kid

i. 54 Lilly-bullero, and the Irish Trot.

Dandelion v. 87 Kidling
Why should I tell of Bateman. or of Shore, Deborah

iv. 18 Kiss

i. 73 Or Wantley's Dragon, slain by valiant Moor, Death-watch

v. 101 Kite

iji. 60 The Bower of Rosamond, or Robin Hood,

D'Urfey

iii. 9 Kersey doublet ii. 31 And how the grass now grows where Troy town Goody Dobbins ii. 104 Knife

i. 89 stood ?

120 Deer
i. 36 Kingcup

i. 43 His carols ceas'd: the listening maids and swains Dick

ili. 83

L Seem still to hear some soft imperfect strains.

Doe

i. 16 Lady-bird iv. 85 Sudden he rose; and, as he reels along,

Dorcas
vi. 39 Leather

ii. 44 Swears kisses sweet should well reward his song,

Dragon
vi. 118 Lamb

i. 53 The damsels laughing fly : the giddy clown

Drink
iii. 43 Lobbin Clout

i. Again upon a wheat-sheaf drops adown;

Goody Dobson v. 108 Love-powder iv. 124 The power that guards the drunk, his sleep attends, Duck

v. 155 Lambkin v. 105 Till ruddy, like his face, the Sun descends. Duckling v. 116 Lottery

vi. 79 Ducking-stool ji. 105 Lark

i. 3 Ver. 109. A song of sir J. Denham's, Sec his

Leatbern bottle v. 127 poems.

Lubberkin

iv. 7 Ver. 112,

Eggs

iv. 120 Lily Et fortunatam, si nunquam armenta fuissent, Elm

v. 5.
Leek

iii. 55 Pasiphaen.

Virg. Endive

v. 138 Lilly-bullero vi. 116 Ver. 117. Quid loquar aut Scyllam Nisi, &c. Epitaph

v. 90 Linnet

iii. 3. Virg.

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Ver. 117--120. Old English ballads.

Fair
vi. 71. Mackrel

iij. 68
Fawn
i. 16 May-day

i. 58 Fox ji. 61 Magpye

iii. 5 Fuel

V, 46 Milk-pail ii. 58
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Mare

vi. 110 ALPHABETICAL CATALOGUE

Gilly-flower
i. 45 Mug

vi. 32
Gloves
vi, 38 Marian

ii. 9 Glow-worm vi. 60 Moore

vi. 118 NAMES, PLANTS, FLOWERS, FRUITS, BIRDS, BEASTS, IN

Garter
iv. 110 Marygold

i. 46 secrS, AND OTHER MATERIAL THINGS, MENTIONED

Goldfinch

i. 52 Midsummer-eve iv. 27 IX THESE PASTORALS.

Ginger
v. 150 Mole

v. 157
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Bumkinet ii. 28

Goose

v. 114 Mountebank vi. 83 ACORNS, Past. v. 52 Bun

Gillian of Croydon v. 17 Mow

v. 75 Adder vi. 20 Boobyclod iv. 102 Gooseberry iv. 51

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Ale-house

Butter
i. 33

iv. 155 Neckcloth ii. 36 Apple iv. 126 Bowzybeus

vi. Grass
iv, 94. Nuts

V. 50 Apron ii. 105. v. 50 Butcher

iii. 90 Grubbinol

v. Ninepence

v. 129 Ass ji. 6. 70 Butterflower v. 85 Gypsy

ii. 74 Autumn v. 3. 37 Buxoma

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Hare
jij. 59 Oak

V. 3 Barley ii. 70. v. 78 Calf

i. 16, 55 | Holy-day

i. 66 Oatmeal

ii. 44 Ballad-singer vi. 47 Capon

i. 90 | Haycock
i. 72 Owl

vi. 59 Bat iji. 117 Car ii. 65 | Hazel-nut iv. 61 Oxen

iii. 20 Bateman vi. 117 Cat ji, 90. iii. 67 Harvest

vi. 8°

P Bays ji. 18 Cicely ii. 20. vi. 35 Hemlock

v. 86 Ploughing ii. 51 Barn i. 122. v. 69 Clover grass j. 42 | Hempseed iv. .28 Pease-cod iv. 69 Beech v. 6 Cloddipole

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Heifer
i. 25 Penny

v. 129 Bee v. 107 Churn ji. 42 Hen jii. 60 Peggy

1. 126 Barn ii. 44 Coleworts vi. 56 | Hour-glass v. 142 Penknife

iii. 101 Blackberry vi. 93 Clumsilis jij. 30 Holly

iii. 54 Pigeon

v. 29 Blind-man's-buffi. 95 Cock

ii. 79 Hosen
ii. 33 Pedlar

vi. 13 Bramble i. 2 Comb vi. 77 Hobnelia

iv. Pig

ii. 102 Blouzelind i. 10. v. 26 Cow i. 16. 82. ii. 104 Hot-cockles i. 99 Pinner

v. 58 Breakfast ii. 52 Colin Clout ü. 1

Hog
V. 51 Pippin

iv. 91 Bull ii. 104 Clouted cream v. 61 | Hodge

ji. 15 Pottage

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V. 66

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Potatoe
i. 84 Swallow
i. 29

TRIVIA
Pudding

i. 91
Shore
vi. 117

BOOK 1.
Primrose

v. 84 Srine Patient Grissel v. 19 Suminer

i. 61

OF THE IMPLEMENTS FOR WALKING THE STREETS, AND Poultry v. 11 i Silver-spoon

vi. 80

SIGNS OF THE WEATHER. Parish clerk vi. 49 parabella

iii.

Througx winter streets to steer your course aright, Puppy vi. 67 See-sawing

i. 107 R

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How to walk clean by day, and safe by night; Rake i. 123 Thimble

vj. 79

How jostling crowds with prudence to decline, Raven v. 103 Throstle

i. 2

When to assert the wall, and when resign,

I sing: thou, Trivia, goddess, aid my song, Robin Hood vi. 119 Tobacco

iii. 40 Robin-red-brcast vi. 95 Gafler Treadwell v. 151 Through spacious streets conduct thy bard along; Ring vi. 80 Troy town

vj. 120

By thee transported, I securely stray Rook ii. 54 Turnip

i. 86

Where winding alleys lead the donbtful way,

The silent court and opening square explore, Rosamond vi. 119 Threshing

ij. 55 Roast-beef

10 i. 89 True-love's knot iv. 115

And long perplexing lanes untrod before. Ribbon iii. 29

To pave thy rialu, and smooth the broken ways,

Earth froin her womb a finty tribute pays;
Rosemary
Riddle
i. 111. Valentine's day iv. 37

For thee the sturdy pavior thumps the ground, $

Whilst lidder

i. 4

every stroke his labouring lungs resound; Swinging i. 103

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For thee the scavenger bids kennels glide Spring iv. 16 Wake

ii. 4 Within their bounds, and heaps of dirt subside. Sawney vi. 115

My youthful bosom burns with thirst of fame,
Weather

V. 99
Sage
ii. 13 Winter

From the great theme to build a glorious name, Seissars

vi. 77
Weed

To tread in paths to ancient bards unknown,
Sheep

20 ii. 28 Will-a-wisp vi. 57

And bind my temples with a civic crown: Straw-hat v 125 Wheat-sheaf vi. 126

But more my country's love demands iny lays; Sloe iii. 52 Whey

My country's be the profit, mine the praise! Smock iv. 18 Whitepot

i. 92

When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice, Snail dii. 71

And “clean your shoes” resounds from every voice; Wood Spinning-wheel v. 123 Worky-day i. 63

When late their miry sides stage-coaches show,

And their stif' borsts through the town move slow; Squirrel

mi. 70

Woodcock vi. 61 Sugar v or Whistling

When all the Mall in leaty ruin lies,

v. 54 Susan

And damsels first renew their oyster-cries: v. 124 Squire

'Then let the prudent walker shoes provide, ji 76 Yarn

jr. 77 Sowing

30 ii. 53 Youngling ii. 26

Not of the Spanish or Morocco hide;
The woolen heel may raise the dancer's bound,
And with the scallop'd top his step be crown'd:

Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy fect
TRIT 1;

Thro' freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet.
Should the big last extend the shoe too wide,
Fach stone will wrench th' unwary step aside ;
The suiden turu may stretch the swelling vein,
Thy cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain;

And, when too short the modish shoes are worn, Quo te Mæri pedes? an, quo via ducit, in urbem? You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn. 46

Virg. Nor should it prove thy less important care,

To choose a proper coat for winter's wear.
Now in thy truok thy D'Oily habit fold,

The silken drugeet ill can fence the cold; The world, I believe, will take so little notice The frieze's spongy nap is soak'd with rain, of me, that I need not take much of it. The And showers soon drench the cainlet's cockled critics may sce by this poemn, that I walk on foot, grun; which probably may save me froin their enty. I True Witney' broad-cloth, with its shag unshorn, should be sorry to raise that passion in inen uhom l'npiere'd is in the lasting tempest wom: I am so much obliged to, since they allow me an Be this the horseman's fence, for who would wear honour hitherto only shown to better writers, Amid the town the spoils of Russia's bear? 50 that of denying ine to be the author of my own Within the roqueiaure's clasp thy hands are pent, works.

Hands, that, stretch'd forth, invading baris preGentlemen, if there be any thing in this poem Let the loopd haigroy the fop embrace, (vente good enough to displease you, and if it be any ad-Or his deep cloke bespatter'd o'er with lace. vantage to you tu ascribe it to some person of That garment best the winter's rage defends, greater merit; I shall acquaint you, for your Whose ample form without one plait depends; comfort, that, among many other obligations, I By varions naines ? in various counties known, Our seleral hints of it to Dr. Suitt And, if you Yet held in all the true surtout alone; will so far continue your favour as to write against Be thine of kersey tirm, though small the cost, it, I beg you to oblige me in accepting the follow- | Then brave unwct the rain, unchill'd tuc frost. 60 ing motto:

Non tu, in triviis, indorte, colchas (Virg. Id town in Oxfordshire.
Şernenti, miserum, stipula, disperare carme a * A Joseph, wrap-rascal, &C.

OR,

THE ART OF WALKING THE STREETS OF LONDON.

IN THREE BOXS.

ADVERTISEMENT.

If the strong cane support thy walking hand, This knows the powder'd footman, and with care Chairmen no longer shall the wall command; Beneath his Happing hat secures his hair. Ev'n sturdy carinen shall thy nod obey,

Be thou for every season justly drest, And rattling coaches stop to make thee way: Nor brave the piercing frost with open breast ; 130 This shall direct thy cautious tread aright, And, when the bursting clouds a deluge pour, Though not one glaring lamp enliven vight. Let thy surtout defend the drenching shower. Let beaux their canes, with anber tipt, produce; The changing weather certain signs reveal. Be theirs for empty show, but thine for (ise.

Ere Winter sheds her snow, or frosts congeal, In gilded chariots while they loll at ease,

You'll see the coals in brighter tiame aspire, And lazily ensure a life's disease;

70 And sulphur tinge with blue the rising fire; While softer chairs the tawdry load convey

Your tender shins the scori hing heat decline, To court, to White's', assemblies, or the play; And at the dearth of coals the poor repine; Rosy.complexion'd Health thy steps attends, Before her kitchen hearth, the nodding dame, And exercise thy lasting youth defends.

In flannel mantle wrapt, enjoys the flame; 140 Imprudent men Heaven's choicest gifts profane: Hovering, upon her feeble knees she bends, Thus some beneath their arm support the cane ; And all around the grateful warmth ascende. The dirty point oft checks the careless pace,

Nor do less certain signs the town advise And iniry spots the clean cravat disgrace.

Of milder weather and serener skies. Oh! may I never such misfortune meet!

The ladies, gaily dress'd, the Mall adorn May no such vicious walkers crowd the street! 80 With various dyes, and paint the sunny morn: May Providence o'ershade me with her wings,

The wanton fawns with frisking pleasure range, While the bold Muse experienc'd danger sings! And chirping sparrows greet the welcoine change ;

Not that I wander from my native home, Not that their ininds with greater skill are fraught', And (tempting perils) foreign cities roam.

Endued by instinct, or by reason taught: 150 Let Paris be the théine of Gallia's Muse,

The seasons operate on every breast; Where Slavery treads the streets in wooden shoes. "T'is hence the fawns are brisk, and ladies drest. Nor do I rove in Belgia's frozen clime,

When on his box the nodding coachman snores, And teach the clumsy boor to skate in rhyme; And dreams of fancy'd fares; when tavern doors Where, if the warmer clouds in rain descend, The chairmen idly crowd ; theu ne'er refuse No miry ways industrious steps offend; 90 | To trust thy busy steps in thinner shoes. The rushing food froin sloping pavements pours,

But when the swinging sigus your ears offend And blackens the canals with dirty showers. With creaking noise, then rainy floods impend; Let others Naples' smoother streets rehearse, Soon sl.all the kennels swell with rapid streams, And with proud Ronan structures grace their verse, And rush in muddy torrents to the Thames. 160 Where frequent murders wake the night with The bookseller, whose shop's an open square, groans,

Foresees the tempest, and with early care And blood in purple torrents dyes the stones. Of learning strips the rails; the rowing crew, Nor shall the Muse through narrow Venice stray, To tempt a fare, clothe all their tilts in blue; Where gondolas their painted oars display. On hosier's poles (lepending stockings tyd, O happy streets! to rumiling wheels unknown, Flag with the slacken' gale from side to side; No carts, no coaches, shake the floating town! 100 Church-monuments foretol the changing air, Thus was of old Britannia s viry bless'd,

Then Niobe dissolves into a tvar,

I sounds Ere pride and luxury her sons possess'd;

And sweats with sacred grief; you'll hear the Coaches and chariots yet unfash on'd lay,

Of whistling winds, ere kennels break their bounds; Nor late-inventei clairs perplex'd the way: Ungrateful odours common-shores diffuse, 171 Then the proud lady tripp'd along the town, And dropping vaults distil unwholesome dews, And tuck'd-up petticoats sicur'd her gown;

Ere the tiles rattle with the smoking shower, Her rosy cheek with distant visits glow'd,

And spouts on heedless men their torrents pour. And exercise unartful charms bestow'd :

All superstition from thy breast repel : But since in braide d gold her foot is bound, Let credulous boys and prattling nurses tell, And a long training mantua sweeps the ground, How, if the festival of Paul be clear, Her shoe clisdains the street; the lazy fair, 111 Plenty from liberal horn shall strew the year; With narrow step, atfects a limping air.

When the dark skies dissolve in snow or rain, Now gaudy pride corrupts the lavish age,

The labouring hind shall yoke the stcer in vain; Aud the streets Haine with glaring «quipage; But, if the threatening winds in tempests roar, 181 The tricking gamester insolently rides,

Then War shall bathe her wasteful sword in gore. With Loves and Graces on his chariot sides; How, if on Swithin's feast the welkin lours, In saucy state the griping bruker sits,

And every pentnouse streams with basty showers, And laughs at honesty and trudging wits.

Twice twenty days shall clouds their flecces drain, For you, O honest men! these useful lays And wash the pavements with incessant rain. The Muse prepares; I seck no other praise. 120 Let not such vulgar tales del as: thy mind;

When sleep is first disturb’d by morning cries, Nor Paul nor Swithin rule the clouds and wind. From sure prognostics learn to know the skies, If you the precepts of the Muse despise, Lest you of rheums and coughs at night com And slight the faithful warning of the skies, 190 plain;

Others you'll see, when all tive town's afloat, Surpris'u in dreary fogs, or Jriving rain.

Wrapt in th' embraces of a kersey coat, When sullocating mists obscure the morn, Lựt thy worst wig, long us'd to storms, be worn; Haud equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis,

Ingeniuin, aut reruin fato pri.duntia major. "A chocolate house in St. James's sireet,

Virg. Georg. *

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