From truth unbounded deviation, To courteous readers be it known, That, fond of verse and falsehood grown, 510 Fame check'd her flight, and held her tongue, 515 And double speed, her destined course, Nor stops till she the place arrives Where Genius starves and Dullness thrives, And craft is truest wisdom deem'd, Where, to be cheated and to cheat, 520 place in the catalogue of Mallet's virtues, it would have induced him to suppress, instead of publicly exulting in, a testimony too extravagant for any poem ever to have deserved. 517 The Royal Exchange, a place where Churchill's ge nius was certainly not calculated to shine; his own failure in trade as a cider dealer seems to have tinctured him with a strong and unfounded prejudice against the most useful and liberal of men, the merchants of the city of London; whose unbounded donations, private as well as public, entitle them to the respect and gratitude of their country men. Where Christians, Jews, and Turks shake hands, United in commercial bands; All of one faith, and that to own No god but Interest alone. When gods and goddesses come down To look about them here in Town, (For change of air is understood By sons of Physic to be good, In due proportion, now and then, For these same gods as well as men) To vulgar eyes, too cheap it grows; 5.6 530 535 540 545 5/ What is familiar men neglect, (Such we, by sad experience find But Fame, who never cared a jot And never blush'd to shew her face At any time in any place, In her own shape, without disguise, On 'Change, exact at seven o'clock, Alighted on the weathercock, Which planted there time out of mind To note the changes of the wind, Might no improper emblem be Of her own mutability. Thrice did she sound her trump, (the same Which from the first belonged to Fame, An old ill-favour'd instrument, With which the goddess was content, 558 560 565 570 560 Those fragrant currents which we meet, Ran murmuring upwards to their source: As when a Cæsar breathed his last: A foot-pace in my Lord Mayor's show, Halls felt the force, towers shook around, 585 690 596 585 The great and progressive improvements in the police and appearance of London had scarcely commenced so early as the publication of this poem. The kennels in the middle of the streets, the bad pavement and imperfect lighting, the sign posts and the water spouts having now been all removed or altered, Gay's admonitory cautions to walkers are become nearly obsolete: "But when the swinging signs your ears offend The Mansion House, for ever placed To still the sound, or stop her ears, Would any thing but medicine try. No more in Pewterers' Hall was heard The proper force of every word; Form, city-born and city-bred, 600 605 610 599 The following note occurs on the subject of the Mansion House in an ingenious pamphlet entitled "Critical Observations on the Buildings and Improvements of London," published in 1771: "The bad taste of the city is a trite subject, and any strictures upon their former public management in those matters are hardly applicable at present. At least one would hope the season is now over when the citizens, before they approve of a plan, require to know if the author is of the livery, or if his creed is according to law; but the following anecdote of what happened forty years ago is told, and may not be unacceptable to the reader. When it was first resolved in Common Council to build a Mansion House for the Lord Mayor, Lord Burlington, zealous in the cause of the arts, sent down an original design of Palladio, worthy of its author, for their approbation and adoption. The first question in court was not, whether the plan was proper, but whether this same Paliadio was a freeman of the city or no. On this great debates ensued, and it is hard to say how it might have gone, had not a worthy deputy risen up, and observed gravely, that it was of little consequence to discuss this point, when it was notorious that Palladio was a papist, and incapable of course. |