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Or double-bottom'd frieze; their guarded feet With headless nails he now surrounds her shoes, Defy the muddy dangers of the street;
To save her steps from rains and piercing dews. While you, with hat unloop'd, the fury dread She lik'd his soothing tales, his presents wore, Of spouts high streaming, and with cautious tread And granted kisses, but would grant no more. Shun every dashing pool, or idly stop,
Yet Winter chill'd her feet, with cold she pines, To seek the kind protection of a shop.
And on her cheek the fading rose declines; But business summons; now with hasty scud No more her humid eyes their lustre boast, You jostle for the wall; the spatter'd mud 200 And in hoarse sounds her melting voice is lost. 270 Hides all thy hose behind ; in vain you scower, Thus Vulcan saw, and in his heavenly thought Thy wig, alas! uncurl'd, admits the shower. A new machine mechanic fancy wrought, So tierce Alecto's snaky tresses fell,
Above the mire her shelter'd steps to raise, When Orphens charm'd the rigorous powers of Hell; | And bear her safely through the wintery wayı. Or thus hung Glaucus' beard, with briny dew Straight the new engine on his anvil glows, Clotted and straight, when first his amorous view And the pale virgin on the patten rose. Surpris'd the bathing fair; the frighted maid No more her lungs are shook with dropping rheums, Now stands a rock, transform'd by Circe's aid. And on her cheek reviving beauty blooms.
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, The god obtain'd his suit: though fattery fail, Defended by the riding bood's disguise ; 210 | Presents with female virtue must prevail. 280 Or, underneath th' umbrella's oily shed,
The patten now supports each frugal dame,
OF WALKING THE STREETS BY DAY.
The proper implements for wintery ways; Where Lincoln wide extends her fenny soil, Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes, A goodly yeoman liv'd, grown white with toil; To read the various warnings of the skies: One only daughter bless'd his nuptial bed, Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town, Who from her infant hand the poultry fed : And for the public safety risk thy own. Martha (her careful mother's name) she bore, For ease and for dispatch, the morning's best; But now her careful mother was no more.
No tides of passengers the streets inolest. Whilst on her father's knee the damsel play'd, You'll see a dragged damsel here and there, Patty he fondly call'd the smiling maid; 230 From Billingsgate her fishy traffic bear; 10 As years increas'd, her ruddy beauty grew, On doors the sallow milk-maid chalks her gains; And Patty's fame o'er all the village few.
Ah ! how unlike the milk-maid of the plains ! Soon as the grey-ey'd morning streaks the skies, Before proud gates attending asses bray, And in the doubtful day the woodcock flies, Or arrogate with solemn pace the way ; Her cleanly pail the pretty housewife bears, These grare physicians with their milky cheer And singing to the distant field repairs;
The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair; And, when the plains with evening dews are spread, Here rows of drummers stand in martial file, The milky burthen smokes upon her head, And with their vellum thunder shake the pile, Deep through a miry lane she pick'd her way, To greet the new made bride. Are sounds like these Above her ancle rose the chalky clay. 240 | The proper prelude to a state of peace?
Vulcan by chance the bloomy maiden spies, Now Industry awakes her busy sons; With innocence and beauty in her eyes :
Full-charg'd with news tie breathless hawker runs : He saw, he lov'd; for yet he ne'er had known
Shops open, coaches roll, carts shake the ground, Sweet innocence and beauty meet in one.
And all the streets with passing cries resound. Ah, Mulciber! recal thy nuptial vows,
If cloth'd in black you tread the busy town, Think on the graces of thy Paphian spouse; Or if distinguish'd by the reverend grown, Think how her eyes dart inexhausted charms, Three trades avoid : oft in the mingling press And canst thou leave her bed for Patty's aris? The barber's apron soils the sable dress;
The Lemnian power forsakes the realms above, Shun the perfumer's touch with cautious eye, His bosom glowing with terrestrial love : 250 Nor let the baker's step advance too nigh. Far in the lane a lonely hut he found;
Ye walkers too, that youthful colours wear, No tenant ventur'd on th' unwholesome ground. Three sullying Irades avoid with equal care: Here emok s his forge, he bares his sinewy arm, The little chimney-sweeper skulks along, And early strokes the sounding anvil warm : And marks with sooty stains the heedless throng i Around his shop the steely sparkles flew,
When small-coal murmurs in the hoarser throat, As for the steed he shap'd the bending shoe. From smutty dangers guard tby threaten'd coat;
When blue-ey'd Patty near his window came, The dustman's cart offends thy clothes and eyes, His anvil rests, his forge forgets to flame.
When through the street a cloud of ashes flies; To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays; But, whether black or lighter dyes are worn, What woman can resist the force of praise? 260 | The chandler's basket, on his shoulder borne, At first she coyly every kiss withstood,
With tallow spots thy coat; resign the way, And all her cheek was tlush'd with modest blood; To shun the surly butcher's greasy tray,
Butchers, whose hands are dy'd with blood's foul To seek amours; the vice the monarch lov'd 109
And ev'n the proudeșt goddess, now and then, The wall surrender to the hooded maid;
Would lodge a night among the sons of men; Nor let thy sturdy elbow's hasty rage
To vulgar deities descends the fashion, Jostle the feeble steps of trembling age:
Each like her betters, had her earthly passion. And when the porter bends beneath his load, [49 Then Cloacina' (goddess of the tide, And pants for breath, clear thou the crowded road. Whose sable streams beneath the city glide) But, above all, the groping blind direct;
Indulg'd the modish flame; the town she rov'd, And from the pressing throng the lame protect, A mortal scavenger she saw, she lov'd ;
You'll sometimes meet a fop, of nicest tread, The muddy spots that dry'd upon his face, Whose mantling peruke veils his empty head; Like female patches, heighten'd every grace: 120 At every step he dreads the wall to lose,
She gaz'd; she sigh'd; (for love can beauties spy And risks, to save a coach, his red-heel'd shoes; In what seem faults to every common eye.) Him, like the miller, pass with caution by,
Now had the watchman walk'd his second round, Lest from his shoulder clouds of powder fly. When Cloacina hears the rumbling sound But, when the bully, with assuming pace, Of her brown lover's cart (for well she knows Cocks his broad hat, edg'd round with tarnish'd That pleasing thunder): swift the goddess rose, lace,
60 And through the streets pursu'd the distant noise, Yield not the way, defy his strutting pride, Her bosom panting with expected joys. And thrust him to the muddy kennel's side ; With the night-wandering harlot's airs she past, He never turns again, nor dares oppose,
Brush'd near his side, and wanton glances cast ;130 But mutters coward curses as he goes.
In the black form of cinder-wench she came, If drawn by business to a street unknown, When love, the hour, the place, had banish'd shame; Let the sworn porter point thee through the town; To the dark alley arm in arm they move: Be sure observe the signs, for signs remain, O may no link-boy interrupt their love! Like faithful landmarks, to the walking train, When the pale Moon had nine times fill'd her. Seek not from 'prentices to learn the way,
space, Those fabling boys will turn thy steps astray; 90 The pregnant goddess (cautious of disgrace) Ask the grave tradesman to direct thee right, Descends to Earth; but sought no midwife's aid, He ne'er deceives but when he profits by't. Nor 'midst her anguish to Lucina pray'd;
Where fam'd St. Giles's ancient limits spread, No cheerful gossip wish'd the mother joy, An enrail'd columna rears its lofty bead,
Alone, beneath a bulk, she dropt the boy. Here to seven streets seven dials count the day, The child, through various risks in years imAnd from each other catch the circling ray.
prov'd, Here oft the peasant, with inquiring face, At first a beggar's brat, compassion mov'd; Bewilder'd, trudges on from place to place; His infant tongue soon learnt the canting art, He dwells on every sign with stupid gaze,
Knew all the prayers and whines to touch the Enters the narrow aliey's doubtful maze, 80
heart. Tries every winding court and street in vain, Oh happy unown'd youths! your limbs can bear And doubles o'er his weary steps again.
The scorching dog-star, and the winter's air ; Thus bardy Theseus with intrepid feet
While the rich infant, purs'd with care and pain, Travers'd the dangerous labyrinth of Crete; Thirsts with each heat, and coughs with every rain ! But still the wandering passes forc'd his stay, The goddess long had mark'd the child's distress, Till Ariadne's clue unwinds the way.
And long had sought his sufferings to redress. 150 But do not thon, like that bold chief, confide She prays the gods to take the fondling's part, Thy venturous footsteps to a female guide : To teach his hands some beneficial art She'll lead thee with delusive smiles along,
Practis'd in streets: the gods her suit allow'd, Dive in thy fob, and drop thee in the throng. 90 And made him useful to the walking crowd ;
When waggish boys the stunted beesom ply, To cleanse the miry feet, and o'er the shoe, To rid the slabby pavement, pass not by
With nimble skill, the glossy black renew. Ere thou hast held their hands; some heedless Each power contributes to relieve the poor : flirt
With the strong bristles of the mighty boar Will overspread thy calves with spattering dirt. Diana forms his brush; the god of day Where porters' hogsheads roll from carts aslope, A tripod gives, amid the crowded way 160 Or brewers down steep cellars stretch the rope, To raise the dirty foot, and ease his toil; Where counted billets are by carmen tost, Kind Neptune fills his vase with fetid oil Stay thy rash step, and walk without the post. Prest from th' enormous whale; the god of fire, What though the gathering mire thy feet be From whose dominions smoky clouds aspire, smear,
Among these generous presents joins his part, The voice of Industry is always near. 100 | And aids with soot the new japanning art. Hark! the boy calls thee to his destin'd stand, Pleas'd she receives the gifts; she downward glides, And the shoe shines beneath his oily hand. Lights in Fleet-ditch, and shoots beneath the tides. Here let the Muse, fatigued amid the throng, dorn her precepts with digressive song;
Cloacina was a goddess, whose image Tatius of shirtless youths the secret rise to trace, (a king of the Sabines) found in the common and show the parent of the sable race.
shore; and, not knowing what goddess it was, he Like mortal man, great Jove (grown fond of called it Cloacina, from the place in wbich it was change)
found, and paid to it divine honours. Lactant. 1. of old was wont ibis nether world to range, 20. Minuc. Pel. Oct. p. 232.
Now dawns the mom, the sturdy lad awakes, Does not his service earn your daily bread ? Leaps from his stall, bis tangled hair he shakes ; Your wives, your children, by bis labours fed! Then leaning o'er the rails, he musing stood, 171 If, as the Samian taught, the soul revives, And view'd below the black canal of mud,
And, shifting seats, in other bodies lives; Where common shores a lulling inurmur keep, Severe shall be the brutal coachman's change, Whose torrents rush froin Holborn's fatal steep: Doom'd in a backney horse the town to range; 240 Pensive through idleness, tears tow'd apace, Carmen, transform’d, the groaning load shall diaw, Which eas'd his loaded heart, and wash'd his face! Whom other tyrants with the last shall awe. At length he sighing cry'd, “ That boy was blest, Who would of Watling street the dangers share, Whose infant lips have drain'd a mother's breast; When the broad pavement of Cheapside is near? But happier far are those (if such be known) Or who that rugged street' would traverse o'er, Whom both a father and a mother own: 180 | That stretches, O Fleet-ditch, froin thy black shore But I, alas! hard Fortune's utnjost scorn,
To the Tower's moated walls? Here steams ascend Who ne'er knew parent, was an orpban born ! That, in mix'd fumes, the wrinkled nose offend. Some boys are rich by birth beyond all wants, Where chandlers' cauldrons boil; where fishy prey Belov'd by uncles, and kind good old aunts; Hide the wet stall, long absent from the sea ; 250 When tiine comes round, a Christinas-box they And where the cleaver cbops the heifer's spoil, bear,
And where huge hogsheads sweat with trainy oil; And one day makes them rich for all the year. Thy breathing nostril hold; but how shall I Had I the precepts of a father learn'd,
Pass, where in piles Carnaviano cheeses lie; Perhaps I then the coachman's fare had earn'd, Cheese, that the table's closing rites denies, For lesser boys can drive; I thirsty stand,
And bids me with th' unwilling chaplain rise? And see the double flaggon charge their hand, 190 O bear me to the paths of fair Pall-mall! See them puff off the froth, and gulp amain, Safe are thy paveinents, grateful is thy smell ! While with dry tougue I lick my lips in vain." At distance rolls along the gilded coach,
While thus he fervent prays, the heaving tide, Nor sturdy carmen on thy walks encroach; 260 In widen'd circles, beats on either side ; ;
No lets would bar thy ways were chairs deny'd, The goddess rose amid the inmost round,
The soft supports of laziness and pride : With wither'd turnip-tops her temples crown'd; Shops breathe perfumes, through sashes ribbons Low reach'd her dripping trı sses, lank, and black The mutual arms of ladies and the beau. (glow, As the smooth jet, or glossy raven's back ;
Yet still ev'n here, when rains the passage hide, Around her waist a circling cel was twin'd,
Oft the loose stone spirts up a muddy tide Which bound her robe that hung in rags behind. Beneath thy careless foot; and from on high, Now beckoning to the boy, she thus begun : 201
Where masons mount the ladder, fragments fly, “ Thy prayers are granted ; weep no more, my Mortar and crumbled lime in showers descend,
And o'er thy head destructive tiles impend. Go thrive. At some frequented corner stand; But sometimes let me leave the noisy roads, • This brush I give thee, grasp it in thy hand, And silent wander in the close abodes, (stray, Temper the soot within this vase of oil,
Where wheels ne'er shake the ground; there pensive And let the little tripod aid thy toil;
In studious thought, the long uncrowded way. On this methinks I see the walking crew,
Here I remark each walker's different face, At thy request, support the miry shoe;
And in their look their various business trace. The foot grows black that was with dirt embrown'd, The broker here his spacious beaver wears, And in thy pocket gingling halfpence sound.” 210 l'pon his brow sit jealousies and cares; The goddess plunges swift beneath the flood, Bent on some mortgage (to avoid reproach) 979 And dashes all around her showers of mud : He seeks by-streets, and saves th' expensive coaches The youth straight chose his post ; the labour ply'd Soft, at low doors, old letchers tap their cane, Where branching streets from Charing-cross divide; For fair recluse, who travels Drury-lane ; His treble voice resounds along the Meuse,
Here roams uncomb'd the lavish rake, to sbun And Whitehall echoes" Clean your honour's His Fleet-street draper's everlasting dun. shoes !"
Careful observers, studious of the town, Like the sweet ballad, this amusing lay. Shun the misfortunes that disgrace the clown; Too long detains the walker on his way;
Untempted, they contemn the juggler's feats, While he attends, new dangers round him throng; Pass by the Meuse, nor try the thimble's cheats", The busy city asks instructive song.
220 When drays bound high, they never cross behind, Where, elevated o'er the gaping crowd,
Where bubbling yest is blown by gusts of wind : 990 Clasp'd in the board the perjur'd head is bow'd, And when up Ludgate-hill huge carts inove slos, Betimes retreat ; here, thick as hailstones pour, Far from the straining steeds securely go, Turnips and half-hatch'd eggs (a mingled shower) Whose dasbing hoofs hehind then fling the mire, Among the rabble rain : some random throw And mark with muddy blots the gazing 'squire. May with the trickling yolk thy cheek o'ertlow. The Parthian thus his jarelin backward throns,
Though expedition bids, yet never stray And as he flies iufi-sts pursuing focs. Where no rang'd posts defend the rugged way. The thoughtless wits shall frequent forfeits pay, Here laden carts with thundering waggons meet, Who 'gainst the sentry's box discharge their tea. Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow Do thon some court or secret corner seik, 999 street;
230 Nor flush with shame the passing virgin's check. The lashing whip resounds, the horses strain, And blood in anguish bursis the swelling vein. 1. Thames-street. : Cheshire, anciently so called. O barbarous ben! your cruel breasts assuage ; A cheat commonly pra, rised in the streets with Why vont ye on the generous steed your iage ? threr thimbles and a little ball,
Yet let me not descend to trivial song,
Booths sudden hide the Thames, long streets apNor vulgar circumstance iny verse prolong.
369 Why should I teach the maid, when torrents pour, And numerous games proclaim the crowded fair. Her head to shelter from the sudden shower? So when a general bids the martial train Nature will best her ready hand inform,
Spread their encampment o'er the spacious plain; With her spread petticoat to fence the storm. Thick rising tents a canvas city build, Does not each walker know the warning sign,
And the loud dice resound through all the field.
'Twas here the matron found a doleful fate :
When silent evening closes up the flowers;
Lulling as falling water's hollow noise ; And when he takes his stand, to wait a tare, Indulging grief, like Philomela's voice. 380 His horses foreheads shun the Winter's air?
Doll every day had walk'd these treacherous Nor will I roam where Summer's sultry rays,
roads; Parch the dry ground, and spread with dust the Her neck grew warpt beneath autumnal loads
Of various fruit: she now a basket bore; ways; With whirling gusts the rapid atoms rise,
That head, alas ! shall basket bear no more. Smoke o'er the pavement, and involve the skies. Each booth she frequent past, in quest of gain,
Winter my theme confines ; whose nitry wind And bays with pleasure heard her shrilling strain. Shall crust the slabby mire, and kennels bind ; 320 Ah, Doll! all mortals must resign their breath, She bids the snow descend in tlaky sheets,
And industry itself submit to Death!
388 And in her hoary inantle clothe the streets. The cracking crystal yields; she sinks, she dies, Let not the virgin tread these slippery roads, Her head, chopt off, from her lost shoulders flies; The gathering tleece the hollow patten loads; Pippins she cry'd; but death her voice confounds; But if thy footstep slide with clotted frost,
And pip-pip-pip along the ice resounds. Strike off the breaking balls against the post.
So, when the Thracian furies Orpheus tore, On silent wheels the passing coaches roll;
And left his bleeding trunk deform'd with gore, Oft look behind, and ward the threatening pole.
His sever'd head floats down the silver tide, In harden'd orbs the school-boy moulds the snow, His yet warın tongue for his lost consort cry'd; To mark the coachman with a dextrous throw. 330 Eurydice with quivering voice he mourn'a, Why do ye, boys, the kennel's surface spread, And Heber's banks Eurydice return'd. To tempt with faithless pass the matron's tread ? But now the western gale the flood unbinds, How can you laugh to see the damsel spurn, And blackening clouds move on with warmer winds; Sink in your frauds, and her green stocking mourn? | The wooden town its frail foundation leaves,
401 At White's the harness' chairman idly stands,
And Thames' full urn rolls down his plenteous And swings around his waist his tingling hands;
waves; The semipstress speeds to Change with red-tipt nose; From every pent-house streams the fleeting snow, The Belgian stove beneath her footstool glows;
And with dissolving frost the pavements flow. In half-whipt inuslin needles useless lie,
Experienc'd men, inur'd to city ways, And shuttle-coks across the counter fly.
340 Need not the calendar to count their days. These sports warın barmless; why then will ye When through the town with slow and solemn air,
Led by the nostril, walks the muzzled bear; prove, De:luded maids, the dangerous flame of love? Behind him moves, majestically dull,
Where Covent-garden's famous temple stands, The pride of Hockley-hole, the surly bull. 410 That boasts the work of Jones' immortal hands;
Leatn hence the periods of the week to name, Columns with plain magnificence appear,
Mondays and Thursdays are the days of game. And graceful porches lead along the square :
When fishy stalls with double store are laid; Here oft my course I bend; when, lo! from far The golden-belly'd carp, the broad-finn'd maid. I spy the furies of the foot-ball war:
Red speckled trouts, the salmon's silver jowl, The 'prentice quits his shop, to join the crew,
The jointed lobster; and unscaly soal, Increasing crowds the flying game pursue.
350 And luscious 'scallops to allure the tastes Thus, as you roll the ball o'er snowy ground, Of rigid zealots to delicious fasts; The gathering globe augments with every round. Wednesdays and Fridays you'll observe from hence, Bit whither shall I run the throng draws nigh, Days when our sires were doom'd to abstinence. 420 The ball now skims the street, now soars on high; When dirty waters froin balconies drop, The dext'rous glazier strong returns the bound,
And dext'rous damsels twirl the sprinkling mop, And jingling sashes on thc pent-honse sound. And cleanse the spatter'd sash, and scrub the O, roving Muse! recal that wondrous year,
stairs ; When Winter reign'd in bleak Britannia's air; Know Saturday's conclusive morn appears. When hoary Thaines, with frosted oziers crown'd, Successive cries the seasons' change declare, Was three long moons in icy fetters bound. 360 And mark the monthly progress of the year. The waterman, forlorn, along the shore,
Hark! how the streets with treble voices ring, Pensive reclines upon his useless oar;
To sell the bounteous product of the Spring! See harness'd steeds desert the stony town,
Sweet-smelling flowers, and elder's early bud, And wan ler roads unstable, not their own ;
With nettle's tender shoots, to cleanse the blood; Wheels o'er the harden'd waters smoothly glide, And, when June's thunder cools the sultry skies, 431 And rase with whiten'l tracks the slippery tide; E'en Sundays are profan'd by mackrel cries. Here the fat cook piles high the blazing fire,
Waluuts the fruiteror's hand in Autumn stain, And scarce the spit can turn the stcer entire; Blue plumbs and juicy pears augment his gain;
Next oranges the longing boys entice,
Yet still your nerves rheumatic pains defy, To trust their copper fortunes to the dice. Nor lazy jaundice dulls your saffron eye ;
When rosemary, and bays, the poet's crown, No wasting cough discharges sounds of death, Are bawl’d, in frequent cries, through all the town, Nor wheezing asthma heaves in rain for breath ; Then judge the festival of Christmas near,
Nor from your restless couch is heard the groan Christmas, the joyous period of the year. 440 Of burning gout, or sedentary stone.
510 Now with bright holly all your temples strow, Let others in the jolting coach confide, With laurel green, and sacred misletoe.
Or in the leaky boat the Thames divide; Now, heaven-born Charity! thy blessings shed; Or, box'd within the chair, contemn the street, Bid meagre Want uprear her sickly head;
And trust their safety to another's feet : Bij shivering limbs be warm; let Plenty's bowl Still let me walk; for oft the sudden gale In bumble roofs make glad the needy soul ! Ruffles the tide, and shifts the dangerous sail; See, see! the heaven-born maid her blessings shed; Then shall the passenger too late deplore Lo, meagre Want uprears her sickly head; The whelming billow, and the faithless oar; Cloth'd are the naked, and the needy glad, The drunken chairman in the kennel spurns, While seifish Avarice alone is sad.
450 | The glasses shatters, and his charge o'erturns. 520 Proud coaches pass, regardless of the moan Who can recount the coach's various harms, Of infant orphans, and the widow's groan;
The legs disjointed, and the broken arms? While Charity still moves the walker's mind, I've seen a beau, in some ill-fated hour, His liberal purse relieves the lame and blind. When o'er the stones cloak'd kennels swell the Judiciously thy halfpence are bestow'd,
shower, Where the laborious beggar sweeps the road. In gilded chariot loll; he with disdain Whate'er you give, give ever at demand,
Views spatter'd passengers all drench'd in rain. Nor let old age long stretch his palsy'd hand. With mud fill'd high, the rumbling cart draws near; Those who give late are importun'd each day, Now rule thy prancing steeds, lac'd charioteer : And still are teas’d, because they still delay. 460 The dustman lashes on with spiteful rage, 529 If e'er the miser durst his farthings spare,
His ponderous spokes thy painted wheel engage; He thinly spreads them thro' the public square, Crush'd is thy pride, down falls the shrieking beau, Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie, The slabby pavement crystal fraginents strow; And from each other catch the doleful cry; (score, Black foods of mire th' embroider'd coat disgrace, With Heaven, for two-pence, cheaply wipes his And mud enwraps the honours of his face. Lifts up his eyes, and hastes to beggar more. So, when dread Jove the son of Phoebus hurl'd,
Where the brass-knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Scard with dark thunder, to the nether world, Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand; The headstrong coursers tore the silver reins, Tl. upholder, rueful harbinger of Death,
And the Sun's beamy ruin gilds the plains. Waits with impatience for the dying breath; 470 If the pale walker pant with weakening ills, As vultures o'er the camp, with hovering flight, His sickly hand is stor'd with friendly bills : 540 Sr uff up the future carnage of the fight.
From hence he learns the seventh-born doctor's l'ere canst thou pass, unmindful of a prayer,
fame, 'l hat Heaven in mercy may thy brother spare ? From hence he learns the cheapest taylor's name.
Come, Fortescue, sincere, experienc'd friend, Shall the large mutton smoke upon your boards? Thy briefs, thy deeds, and ev’n thy fees suspend; Such Newgate's copious market best affords. Come, let us leave the Temple's silent walls, Would'st thou with mighty beef augment thy meal? Ne business to my distant lodging calls;
Seek Leaden-hall; St. James's sends thee veal; 'l hrough the long Strand together let us stray, Thames-street gives cheeses; Covent-garden fruits; With thee conversing, I forget the way. 480 Moor-fields old books; and Monmouth-street old Behold that narrow street which steep descends,
suits. Whose building to the slimy shore extends; Hence mayst thou well supply the wants of life, Here Arundel's fam'd structure rear'd its frame, Support thy family, and clothe thy wife. 550 The street alone retains the empty name.
Volumes on shelter'd stalls expanded lie, Where Titian's glowing paint the canvas warmid, And various science Jures the learned eye; And Raphacl's fair design, with judgment, charm'd, The bending shelves witb ponderous scholiasts Now hangs the bellman's song, and pasted here
groan, The colour'd prints of Overton appear.
And deep divines, to modern shops unknown: Where statues breath'd the works of Phidias' hands, Here, like the bee, that on industrious wing A wooden pump, or lonely watch-house, stands. Collects the various odours of the Spring, There Essex' stately pile adorn'd the shore, 491 Walkers, at leisure, learning's flowers may spoii, There Cecil's, Bedford's, Villiers', now no more. Nor watch the wasting of the midnight oil; Yet Burlington's fair palace still remains;
May morals snatch írom Plutarch's tatter'd page, Beauty within, without proportion, reigns.
A mildew'd Bacon, or Stagyra's sage : 560 Beneath his eye declining art revives,
Here sauntering 'prentices o'er Otway weep, The wall with animated picture lives;
O'er Congreve smile, or over D'Urfey sleep; There Handel strikes the strings, the melting strain Pleas'd sempstresses the Lock's fam'd Rape unfold; Transports the soul, and thrills through every vein; And Squirts' read Garth, till apozems grow cold. There oft I enter, (but with cleaner shoes)
O Lintot ! let my labours obvious lie, For Burlington's belov'd by every Muse. 500 Rang'd on thy stall, for every curious eye! Oye associate walkers! O my friends!
So shall the poor these precepts gratis know, Upon your state what happiness attends !
And to my verse their future safetjes one. What though no coach to frequent visit rolls, Nor for your shilling chairmen sling their poles; ! An apothecary's boy, in The Dispensary,