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What walker shall his mean ambition fix Now oaths grow loud, with coaches coaches jar, On the false lustre of a coach and six ? 570 | And the smart blow provokes the sturdy war; Let the vain virgin, lur'd by glaring show,
From the high box they whirl the thong around, Sigh for the liveries of th’ embroider'd beau. And with the twining lash their shins resound :
See yon bright chariot on its braces swing, Their rage ferments, more dangerous wounds they With Flanders mares, and on an arched spring,
try, That wretch, to gain an equipage and place,
And the blood gushes down their painful eye. 40 Betray'd his sister to a lewd embrace.
And now on foot the frowning warriors light, This coach, that with the blazon'd 'scutcheon And with their ponderous fists renew the fight; glows,
Blow answers blow, their cheeks are smear'd with Vain of his unknown race, the coxcomb shows.
blood, Here the brib'd lawyer, sunk in velvet, sleeps ;
Till down they fall, and grappling roll in mud. The starving orphan, as he passes, weeps ;
580 So when two boars, in wild Ytene ' bred, There flames a fool, begirt with tinsel slaves, Or on Westphalia's fattening chesnuts fed, Who wastes the wealth of a whole race of knaves; Gnash their sharp tusks, and, rouz'd with equal fire, That other, with a clustering train behind, Dispute the reign of some luxurious mire; Oves his new honours to a sordid mind !
In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er, This next in court-fidelity excels,
Till their arm’d jaws distil with foam and gore. 50 The public rifles, and his country sells.
Where the mob gathers, swiftly shoot along, May the proud chariot never be my fate,
Nor idly mingle in the noisy throng: If purchas'd at so mean, so dear a rate !
Lurd by the silver hilt, amid the swarm, Or rather give me sweet content on foot,
The subtle artist will thy side disarm.
High on the shoulder, in a basket borne,
Here dives the skulking thief, with practis'd sleight,
And unfelt fingers make thy pocket light. 60
And thy late snuff-box is no more thy own.
But, lo! his bolder thefts some tradesman spies, O TRIVIA, goddess ! leave these low abodes, Swift from his prey the scudding lurcher fjes; And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads;
Dextrous he'scapes the coach with nimble bounds, Celestial queen! put on thy robes of light, Whilst every honest tongue “stop thief !” reNow Cynthia nam'd, fair regent of the night. So speeds the wily fox, alarm'd by fear, (sounds At sight of thee, the villain sheaths his sword, Who lately filch'd the turkey's callow care ; Nor scales the wall, to steal the wealthy hoard. Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies, O may thy silver lamp from Heaven's high bower And injur'd tenants join the hunter's cries. 70 Direct my footsteps in the midnight hour!
Breathless, he stumbling falls. Il-fated boy ! When Night first bids the twinkling stars appear, Why did not honest work thy youth employ? Or with her cloudy vest enwraps the air, 10 Seiz'd by rough hands, he's dragg'd amid the rout, Then swarms the busy street; with caution tread, And stretch'd beneath the pump's incessant spouta Where the shop-windows falling threat thy head, Or, plung'd in miry ponds, he gasping lies, Now labourers home return and join their strength Mud chokes his mouth, and plaisters o'er his eyes. To bear the tottering plank, or ladder's length; Let not the ballad-singer's shrilling strain Still fix thy eyes intent upon the throng,
Amid the swarm thy listening ear detain : And, as the passes open, wind along.
Guard well thy pocket; for these Syrens stand Where the fair columns of St. Clement stand, To aid the labours of the diving hand;
80 Whose straiten'd bounds encroach upon the Strand; Confederate in the cheat, they draw the throng, Where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, And cambric handkerchiefs reward the song. And the rough pavement wounds the yielding But soon as coach or cart drives rattling on, tread;
20 | The rabble part, in shoals they backward run. Where not a post protects the narrow space, So Jove's loud bolts the mingled war divide, And, strung in twines, combs dangle in thy face; And Greece and Troy retreat on either side. Summon at once thy courage, rouze thy care, If the rude throng pour on with furious pace, Stand firm, look back, be resolute, beware.
And hap to break thee from a friend's embrace, Forth issuing from steep lanes, the collier's steeds Stop short; nor struggle through the crowd in rain, Drag the black load; another cart succeeds; But watch with careful eye the passing train. 90 Team follows team, crowds heap'd on crowds ap Yet 1, (perhaps too fondi) if chance the tide pear,
Tumultuous bear my partner from my side, And wait impatient till the road grow clear. Impatient venture back; despising harm, Now all the pavement sounds with trampling feet, I force my passage where the thickest swarm. And the mix'd hurry barricades the street. 30 Thus his lost bride the Trojan sought in vain Entangled here, the waggon's lengthen'd team Through night, and arms, and flames, and hills of Cracks the tough barness; bere a ponderons beam
slain. Lies over-turn'd athwart; for slaughter fed, Thus Nisus wanderd o'er the pathless grove, Here lowing bullocks raise their horned head. To find the brave companion of his love.
A species of window now almost forgotten. N.
New Forest in Hampshire, anciently so called
The pathless grove in vain he manders o'er : He ne'er the threat or harsh command obeys, Euryalus, alas! is now no more.
100 | But with contempt the spatter'd sboe surveys. That walker who, regardless of his pace, Now man with utmost fortitude thy soul, Turns oft to pore upon the damsel's face,
To cross the way where carts and coaches roll; 170 From side to side by thrusting elbows tost,
Yet do not in thy hardy skill conside, Shall strike his aching breast against a post; Nor rashly risque the kennel's spacious stride ; Or water, dash'd from fishy stalls, shall stain Stay till afar the distant wheel you hear, His hapless coat with spirts of scaly rain.
Like dying thunder in the breaking air; But, if unwarily he chance to stray
Thy foot will slide upon the miry stone, Where twirling turnstiles intercept the way, And passing coaches crush thy tortur'd bone, The thwarting passenger shall force them found, Or wheels enclose the road; on either band And beat the wretch half breathless to the ground. Pent round with perils, in the midst you stand,
Let constant vigilance thy footsteps guide, 111 And call for aid in vain ; the coachman swears, And wary circumspection guard thy side; (night, And carmen drive, unmindful of thy prayers. 180 Then shalt thou walk, unharm'd, the dangerous Where wilt thou turn? ah! whither wilt thou fly? Nor need th' officious linkboy's smoky light. Ou every siile the pressing spokes are nigh. Thou never wilt attempt to cross the road,
So sailors, while Charyiulis' gulph they sban, Where ale-house benches rest the porter's load, Amaz'd, on Scylla's craggy dangers run. Grievous to heedless shins; no barrow's wheel, Be sure observe where brown Ostrea stands, That bruises oft the truant school-boy's bcel, W'bo boasts her shelly ware from Wallficet sands; Behind thee rolling, with insidious pace,
There may'st thou pass with safe unmiry feet, Shall mark thy stocking with a miry trace. 120 Where the rais'd pavement leads atbuart the Lt not thy venturous steps approach too nigh,
strcet. Where, gaping wide, low steepy cellars lie.
If where Fleet-ditch with muddy current flows, Should thy shoe wrench aside, down, down you fall, You chance to roam, where oyster-tubs in rows 190 And overturn the scolding buckster's stall; Are rang'd beside the posts; there stay thy haste, The scolding huckster shall not o'er thee moan, And with the savoury fish indulge thy taste: But pence exact for nuts and pears o'ertbrown. The damsel's knife the gaping shell commands,
Though you through cleanlier allies wind by day, While the salt liquor streams between her hands. To shun the hurries of the public way,
The man had sure a palate cover'd o'er Yet ne'er to those dark paths by night retire; With brass or steel, that on the rocky shore Mind only safety, and contemn the mire. 130 | First broke the oozy oyster's pearly coat, Then no impervious courts thy haste detain, And risqu'd the living morsel down his throat. Nor sneering alewives bid thee turn again.
What will not Luxury taste ? Earth, sea, and air, Where Lincoln's-inn, wide space, is rail'd around, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare ! Cross not with venturous step; there oft is found Blood stuff'd in skins is British Christian's food? The lurking thief, who, while the day-light shone, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood! Made the walls echo with his begging tone : Spungv morels in strong ragouts are found, That crutch, which late compassion movid, shall And in the soup the slimy snail is drown'd. wound
When from high spouts the dashing torrents fall, Thy bleeding head, and fell thre to the ground. Ever be watchful to maintain the wall; Though thou art tempted by the link-man's call, For, should'st thou quit thy ground, the rushing Yet trust him not along the lonely wall;
throng In the mid-way he'll quench the flaming brand, Will with impetuous fury drive along; And share the booty with the pilfering band. All press to gain those honours thou hast lost, Still keep the public streets, where oily rays, And rudely shove thee far without the post Shot from the crystal lamp, o'erspread the ways. Then to retrieve the shed you strive in vain, Happy Aug ista! law-defended town!
Draggled all o'er, and soak'd in foods of Here no dark lanterns shade the villain's frown; Yet rather bear the shower, and toils of mud, No Spanish jealousies thy lanes infest,
Than in the doubtful quarrel risque thy blood. Nor Roman vengeance stays th' unwary breast; O think on Oedipus detested state, Here 'Tyranny ne'er lifts her purple hand,
And by his woes be warn'ü to shun thy fate. But Liberty and Justice guiared the land; 150 Where three roads join'd, he inet his sire un No bravos here profess the bloody trade,
known; Nor is the church the murderer's refuge maile. (Unhappy sire, but more unhappy son!)
Let not the chairman, with assuming stride, Each claim'd the way, their swords the strife decide, Press near the wall, and rudely thrust thy side: The hoary monarch fell, he groan'd, and died! 93 The laws hare set him bounds; his servile feet
lience sprung the fatal plague that thian'd thy Should ne'er encroach where posts defend the
Thy cursed incest! and thy children slajn ! Yet who the footman's arrogance con quell, Hence wert thou doom'd in endless night to stray Whose flambeau gilds the sashes of Pall-mall, Thro' Theban streets, and cheerless grope thy was When in long rank a train of torches flame,
Contemplate, mortal, on thy fleeting years; To light the midnight visits of the dame? 160 See, with black train the funeral pomp appears! Others, perhaps, by happier guidance led,
Whether some beir attends in sable state, May where the chairman rests with safety tread; And mourns, with outward grief, a parent's fate; Whene'er 1 pass, their poles (unscen below) Or the fair virgin, nipt in beauty's bloom, Make my knee tremble with a jarring blow. A crowd of lovers follow to her tomb:
If wheels bar up the roald, where streets are crost, Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round With gentle words the coachwan's war accost : And with the modding plume of ostrich cromadi
No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain;
Ah, hapless swain! unus'd to pains and ills! It only serves to prove the living vain.
Canst thou forego roast-beef for nauseous pills? 300
When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands !
240 | And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain. Has not wise Nature strung the legs and feet
Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly ligh
For sixpence will support thy helpless arm,
And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm. And think'st thou not the double nostril meant, But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar 311 To wam from oily woes by previous scent ?
To call their brethren to confederate war, Who can the various city frauds' recite,
When rakes resist their power; if hapless you With all the petty rapines of the night?
Should chance to wander with the scowering crew;
249 Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair,
Now is the time that rakes their revels keep;
Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run;330
So Regulus, to save his country, dy'd.
O'er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows;
Ere Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne;
Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broken Or muffled pinners hide ber livid eyes.
And from the crackling axle tlies the spoke. With empty bandbox she delights to range,
So, when fain'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray, And feigns a distant errand from the 'Change;
That led the sailor through the stormy way, Nay, she will oft the quaker's hood prophane,
Was from its rocky roots by billows torn, And trudge deinure the rounds of Drury-lane. 280 And the high turret in the whirlwind borne; She darts from sarsenet ambush wily leers,
Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land, Twitches thy sleeve, or with familiar airs
And pitchy ruins blacken'd all the strand. 350 Her fan will pat thy check; these snares disdain, Who then through night would hire the harness'd Nor gaze behind thee, when she turns again.
steed? I knew a yeoman, who, for thirst of gain,
And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed ?
From bearn to beam the fierce contagion spreads;
swarins, Deep in the round - house pent, all night he shores,
The fireman sacats beneath his crooked arms; And the next morn in vain his fate deplores.
*Gentlemen who delighted to broak windows with Various cheats formerly in practice.
A leathern casque his venturous head defends, Arundel-street
ii. 484 Boldly he climbs where thickest smoke ascends; Author, his wish
ii. 587 Mov'd by the mother's streaming eyes and prayers,
B The helpless infant through the flame he bears,
Bavaroy, by whom worn
i. 53 With no less virtue, than through hostile fire
Brokers, keep coaches
i. 117 The Dardan hero bore his aged sire..
Bookseller, skilled in the weather
i. 161 See, forceful engines spout their levellid streams,
Barber, by whom to be shunned
. 28 Toquench the blaze that runs along the beams;370 Baker, to whom prejudicial
qi. 30 The grappling hook plucks rafters from the walls,
Butchers, to be av ded And heaps on heaps the smoky ruin falls;
Bully, bis insolence to be corrected ii. 59 Blown by strong winds, the fiery tempest roars,
Broker, where he usually walks
ii. 277 Bears down new walls, and pours along the floors;
ji. 494 The Heavens are all a-blaze, the face of Night
Beau's chariot overturned
jj. 523 Is cover'd with a sanguine dreadful light.
Bills, dispersed to walkers
ii. 558 'Twas such a light involv'd thy towers, O Rome !
iii. 77 The dire presage of mighty Cæsar's doom, When the Sun veil'd in rust his mourning head,
с And frightful prodigies the skies o'erspread. 380 Country, the author's love of his
i. 21 Hark! the drum thunders! far, ye crowds, retire : Civic crown
i. 20 Behold! the ready match is tipt with fire,
Cane, the convenience of one
i. 61 The nitrous store is laid, the smutty train,
-an amber-headed one useless
i. 67 With running blaze, awakes the barreld grain;
-the abuse of it
i. 75 Flames sudden wrap the walls ; with sullen sound Camlet, how affected by rain
i. 46 'The shatter'd pile sinks on the smoky ground,
Coat, how to choose one for the winter i. 41 So, when the years shall have revolv'd the date, Chairs and chariots, prejudicial to health i. 69 'Th' inevitable hour of Naples' fate,
Coachman asleep on his box, what the sign i. 153 Her sapp'd foundations shall with thunders shake,
ii. 241 And heave and toss upon the sulphurous lake; 390
-his whip dangerous
ii. 310 Earth's womb at once the fiery flood shall rend,
-his care of his horses
ii. 311 And in th' abyss her plunging towers descend.
-despises dirty shoes
iii. 165 Consider, seader, what fatigues I've known,
Chairman, an observation upon them
i. 154 The toils, the perils, of the wintery town;
Church monuments, foretel the weather
i. 167 What riots seen, what bustling crowds 1 bore,
i 171 How oft I cross'd where carts and coaches roar:
Cold, the description of one
i. 267 Yet shall I bless my labours, if mankind
Clergy, what tradesmen to avoid
ii. 95 Their future safety from my dangers find.
Chimney-sweeper, by whom to be avoided ii. 33 Thus the bold traveller (inur'd to toil,
Chandlers, prejudicial to walkers
ü. 40 Whose steps have printed Asia's desert soil, 400 Civility to be paid to walkers
ii. 45 The barbarous Arabs haunt; or shivering crost Carman, when unmerciful, his punishment ii. 245 Dark Greenland's mountains of eternal frost; Cheapside
ii. 243 Whom Providence, in length of years, restores
Cheese not lov'd by the author
ii. 95% To the wish'd harbour of his native shores)
Countryman, perplexed to find the way ï. 73 Sets forth his journals to the public view,
j. 260 To caution, by his woes, the wandering crew. Chairmen, their exercise in frosty weather ii. 335 And now complete my generous labours lie,
ii. 343. 347 Finish'd, and ripe for immortality.
Cries of the town, observations upon them ii. 426 Death shall entomb in dust this monldring frame,
Christmas, what cries forerun it
ii. 438 But never reach th' eternal part, my fame. 410
a season for general charity ii. 414 When W- and G-, mighty naines ?! are dead; Coaches, dangerous in snowy weather ii. 327 Or but at Chelsea under custards read;
those that keep them uncharitable ii. 42 When critics crazy bandboxes repair,
-attended with ill accidents
ii. 511 And tragedies, turn'd rockets, bounce in air;
-despised by walkers
. 570 High rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to l'ame, -kept by coxcombs and pimps č. 577 This work shall shine, and walkers bless my name. a stop of them described
-a man surrounded by them iii. 177 ! Probably Ward and Gildon. N. Cloacina, goddess of common-shores j. 115 Charing-cross
ii. 214 Christmas-box
ii. 185 Charity, most practised by walkers ii. 454 INDEX.
-where given with judginent ii. 456 -not to be delayed
ii. 458 A Chairs, the danger of them
ii. 513 AUTHOR, for whom he wrote the poem,
Clement's church, the pass of it described ii. 18 Book i. ver. 119 Colliers' carts
üi. 25 Asses, their arrogance ii. 13 Coachmen, a fight of them
ibid. Ariadne's clue ii. 83 Crowd, parted by a coach
jii. 83 Alley, the pleasure of walking in one ii. 271 Cellar, the misfortune of falling into one iii. 121 -not to be walked in by night jj. 127 Chairmen, law concerning them
ji. 153 Almanacks, useless to judicious walkers
fü. 161 Autumn, what crics then in use ii. 434 Constable, his consideration
Coach fallen into a hole, described iii. 335 | Ladies walking the streets
-in the Park, what they betoken
-dress neither by reason nor instinct i. 149
Letchers old, where they frequent
Lintot, Mr. advice to him
Link-man, where not to be trusted
Lantern, what it shows in the middle of the
i. 45 Martha, a milk-maid of Lincolnshire i. 125
veigle walkers to play
ii. 57 Milk-maid of the city, unlike a rural one ii. 11
Naples, its future fate
ii. 355 old woman, an observation upon one i. 139
iii. 249 Observations on the looks of walkers ii. 274
ii. 174 Pavers, their duty
ii. 389 Precepts, what the consequence if neglected i. 189
Perfumer, by whom to be avoided
Post, when to walk on the outside of it jj. 7
i. 101 | Pall-mall celebrated