My angel Jane is clever too, accomplishments I've taught her; I'll introduce her to you, Sir,-This is my eldest Daughter. I've sought the aid of ornament, be-jewelling her curls; I've tried her beauty unadorn'd, simplicity and pearls: I've set her off, to get her off, till fallen off I've thought her; Yet I've softly breath'd to all the Beaux-" This is my eldest Daughter." I've tried all styles of hair-dressing, Madona's, frizzes, crops; Her waist I've lac'd, her back I've brac'd, till circulation stops; I've padded her, until I have into a Venus wrought her, But puffing her has no effect,-This is my eldest Daughter. Her gowns are à la Ackerman; her corsets à la Bell; Yet when the season ends each Beau still leaves his T. T. L. I patronize each Déjeuner, each party on the water; Yet still she hangs upon my arm,-This is my eldest Daughter. She did refuse a Gentleman,-(I own it was absurd!); She thought she ought to answer No! He took her at her word! But she'd say her; Yes if any one that's eligible sought She really is a charming girl, though she's my eldest Daughter. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. 康 THE ARCHERY MEETING. HE archery meeting is fixed for the The fuss that it causes is truly absurd; and Bess, Poor fat little Rosa, she's shooting all day! Dear Bess, with her elegant figure and face, She doats on flirtation-but oh! by-the-by, They've made my poor husband an archer elect; And a quiver of course, in which arrows are placed; And a bow in his hand-oh! he looks of all things Like a corpulent Cupid bereft of his wings! They dance on the lawn, and we mothers, alas! Must sit on camp-stools with our feet in the grass; My Flora and Bessy no partners attract! The archery men are all cross-beaux, in fact! Among the young ladies some hits there may be, But still at my elbow two misses I see! THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. THE FEMALE PHAETON. HUS Kitty, beautiful and young, Bespoke the fair from whence she With little rage inflam'd: Inflam'd with rage at sad restraint "Shall I thumb holy books, confin'd "Must Lady Jenny frisk about, At balls must she make all the rout, “What has she better, pray, than. I, "Dearest mamma! for once let me, "I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, They'll grieve I was not loos'd before: Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way; Obtain'd the chariot for a day, And set the world on fire. MATTHEW PRIOR. "I MUST COME OUT NEXT SPRING." MUST come out next Spring, Mamma, Whene'er I see my sisters dress'd Miss Twig's apartment seems to be A miserable place. I must come out next Spring, Mamma, To keep me with my Governess I'm very sick of Grosv'nor Square, And such outlandish tales: I hate my French, my vile Chambaud; I must come out next Spring, Mamma, I know quite well what I should say I've got a pretty speech or two. And if a Naval man, I'd lisp, I must come out next Spring, Mamma, THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. MY NEIGHBOUR ROSE. HOUGH walls but thin our hearths divide, We're strangers, dwelling side by side; How gaily all your days must glide Unvex'd by labour ! |