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With that Sir Topaz, (hapless youth !)
Intreats them pity graunt;
To tread the circled haunt.
'Thy cause to come W4, know:
The caitiff upward flung;
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds apace,
They sit, they drink, and eat;
'Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down ydvops the Knight.:
Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er:
Which Edwin lost afore.
This tale a Sybil-NurSe ared;
'Thus some are born, my son (she.cries)
But virtue can itself advance
The Misery of a Town Life, and the Happiness of a Country One;
Exemplified in the Story of the To.um.Mouse and Country-Mam.
IMITATED FROM HORACE.
(SWIFT AND POPE.J
I've often wish'd that I had clear,
Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to increase my store; 'But here a grievance seems to lie,
* All this is mine but till I die;
* 1 can't but think 'twould sound more clever, 'To me and to my heirs for ever.
'If I ne'er got or lost a groat,
* By any trick, or any fault;
* And if I pray by reason's rules,
* And not like forty other fools:
'As thus, " Vouchsafe, .Oh gracious Maker!
* And to be kept in my right wits,
* Preserve, Almighty Providence!
« Just what you gave me, competence:
'Reraov'd from all th' ambitious scene,
In short, I'm perfectly content,
I must by all means come to town,
"Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown; "Let my lord know you're come to town." I hurry me in haste away, Not thinking it is levee.day; And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between! Some wag observes me thus perplext, And smiling whispers to the next, "I thought the Dean had been too proud, "To justle here among the croud.'' Another, in a surly fit, Tells me I have more zeal.than wit, "So eager to express your love, "You ne'er consider whom you shove, "But rudely press before a Duke." 'own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, And take it kindly meant to show What I desire the world should know.
I get a whisper, and withdraw;
This humbly offers me his ca.se—
"To-morrow my appeal comes on, '.
"Without your help the cause is gone"—
The duke expects my lord and you,
About some great affair at two—
"Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind,
"To get my warrant quickly sign'd;
"Consider, 'tis my first request"—
B." satisfied, I'll do my best:
Then presently he falls to teaze,
"You may for certain if you please;
"I doubt not, if his lordship knew—
"And, Mr. Dean, one word from you."—
'Tis (let me see) three years and mo*e, (October next it will be four) Since Harley bid me first attend. And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As, "What's o'clock?" And, " How's the ■wind?" "Whose chariot's that we left behind?" Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, " Have you nothing new to-day "From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay >" Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos, Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Yet some, I know, with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well: "How think you of our friend the Dean? /
"I wonder what some people mean;
"Or do the prints and papers lie }"
Faith, Sir, you know as well as I.
"Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest!
"'lis now no secret"—I protest
'Tis one to me—" Then tell us, pray,
"When are the troops to have their pay i"
And tho' I solemnly declare
I know no more than my Lord Mayor,
They stand amaz'd, and think me growa
1 he closest mortal ever known.
Thus in a sea of folly toss'd, My choicest hours of life are lost; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat! 1 here leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. 0 charming noons! and nights divine! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks below, Chatting and laughing all-a-row, The beans and bacon set before 'em, The grace-cup serv'd with all decorum: Each willing to be pleas'd and please, And even the very dogs at ease. Here no man prates of idle things, How this or that Italian sings, A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, Or what's in either of the houses: But something much more our concern, And quite a scandal not to learn: Which is the happier, or the wiser, A man of merit, or a miser? Whether we ought to choose our friends, lor their own worth, or our own ends? What good, or better, we may call, And what, the very best of all?
Our friend, Dan Prior, told (you know) A tale extremely dpropus: Name a town life, and in a trice He had a story of two mice.