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When, 'midst his song, the twinkling glass betrays, No midnight masquerade her beauty wears,
And health, not paint, the fading bloom repairs.
But still the chase, a pleasing task, remains;
Or from the spindle draw the lengthening wool:
Wide through the furzy field their route they take,
Where shall the trembling hare a shelter find?
But stay, adventurous Muse! hast thou the force
O happy plains, remote from war's alarms, And all the ravages of hostile arms! And happy shepherds, who, secure from fear, On open downs preserve your fleecy care! Whose spacious barns groan with increasing store, And whirling flails disjoint the cracking floor! No barbarous soldier, bent on cruel spoil, Spreads desolation o'er your fertile soil; No trampling steed lays waste the ripen'd grain, Nor crackling fires devour the promis'd gain; No flaming beacons cast their blaze afar, The dreadful signal of invasive war; No trumpet's clangour wounds the mother's ear, And calls the lover from his swooning fair.
What happiness the rural maid attends,
Ye happy fields, unknown to noise and strife, The kind rewarders of industrious life; Ye shady woods, where once I us'd to rove, Alike indulgent to the Muse and Love; Ye murmuring streams that in meanders roll, The sweet composers of the pensive soul! Farewell!-The city calls me from your bowers: Farewell, amusing thoughts, and peaceful hours!
ART OF WALKING THE STREETS OF LONDON.
IN THREE BOOKS.
Quo te Moeri pedes? an. quo via ducit, in urbem?
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets, and Signs of the Weather.
THROUGH Winter streets to steer your course aright,
When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice,
The wooden heel may raise the dancer's bound, And with the scallop'd top his step be crown de
Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, O happy streets! to rumbling wheels unknown,
Nor should it prove thy less important care, Her rosy cheek with distant visits glow'd,
And exercise unartful charms bestow'd : Now in thy trunk thy D'Oily habit fold,
But since in braided gold her foot is bound,
And the streets flame with glaring equipage ;
For you, O honest men! these useful lays
Surpris'd in dreary fogs, or driving rain. Be thine of kersey firm, though small the cost, When suffocating mists obscure the morn, Ther brave unwet the rain, unchill'd the frost. Let thy worst wig, long us'd to storms, be worn ;
If the strong cane support thy walking hand, This knows the powder'd footman, and with care Chairmen no longer shall the wall command ; Beneath his flapping hat secures his hair. Ev'n sturdy carmen shall thy nod obey,
Be thou for every season justly drest, And rattling coaches stop to make thee way : Nor brave the piercing frost with open breast; This shall direct thy cautious tread aright, And, when the bursting clouds a deluge pour, Though not one glaring lamp enliven night. Let thy surtout defend the drenching shower. Let beaux their canes, with amber tipt, produce; The changing weather certain signs reveal. Be theirs for empty show, but thine for use. Ere Winter sheds her snow, or frosts congeal, In gilded chariots while they loll at ease,
You'll see the coals in brighter flame aspire, And lazily insure a life's disease ;
And sulphur tinge with blue the rising fire ; While softer chairs the tawdry load convey Your tender shins the scorching heat decline, To court, to White's,f assemblies, or the play ; And at the dearth of coals the poor repine; Rosy.complexion'd Health thy steps attends, Before her kitchen hearth, the nodding dame, And exercise thy lasting youth defends.
In flannel mantle wrapt, enjoys the flame; Imprudent men Heaven's choicest gists profano: Hovering, upon her feeble knees she bends, Thus some beneath their arm support the cane; And all around the grateful warmth ascends. The dirty point oft checks the careless pace, Nor do less certain signs the town advise And miry spots the clean cravat disgrace.
or milder weather and serener skies. Oh! may I never such misfortune meet!
The ladies, gaily dress'd, the Mall adorn May no such vicious walkers crowd the street! With various dyes, and paint the sunny morn: May Providence o'ershade me with her wings, The wanton fawns with frisking pleasure range, While the bold Muse experienc'd danger sings! And chirping sparrows greet the welcome change,
Not that I wander from my native home, Not that their minds with greater skill are fraught," And (tempting perils) foreign cities roam.
Endued by instinct, or by reason taught: Let Paris be the theme of Gallia's Muse,
The seasons operate on every breast; Where slavery treads the streets in wooden shoes. 'Tis hence the fawns are brisk, and ladies drest. Nor do I rove in Belgia's frozen clime,
When on his box the nodding coachman snores, And teach the clumsy boor to skate in rhyme; And dreams of fancied fares; when tavern doors Where, if the warmer clouds in rain descend, The chairmen idly crowd ; then ne'er refuse No miry ways industrious steps offend;
To trust thy busy steps in thinner shoes. The rushing flood from sloping pavements pours, But when the swinging signs your ears offend And blackens the canals with dirty showers. With creaking noise, then rainy floods impend; Let others Naples' smoother streets rehearse, Soon shall the kennels swell with rapid streams, And with proud Roman structures grace their verse, And rush in'muddy torrents to the Thames. Where frequent murders wake the night with groans, The bookseller, whose shop 's an open square, And blood in purple torrents dyes the stones.
Foresees the tempest, and with early care, Nor shall the Muse through narrow Venice stray, of learning strips the rails; the rowing crew, Where gondolas their painted oars display. To tempt a fare, clothe all their tilts in blue;
* A town in Oxfordshire.
* Haud equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis,
VIRG. Georg. L
On hosiers' poles depending stockings tied, Her cleanly pail the pretty housewife bears,
[sounds The milky burthen smokes upon her head,
Vulcan by chance the bloomy maiden spies,
Ah, Mulciber! recall thy nuptial vows,
Think how her eyes dart inexhausted charms,
When blue-ey'd Patty near his window came, Nor Paul nor Swithin rule the clouds and wind. His anvil rests, his forge forgets to flame.
If you the precepts of the Muse despise, To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays ; And slight the faithful warning of the skies, What woman can resist the force of praise ? Others you'll see, when all the town's afloat, At first she coyly every kiss withstood, Wrapt in th' embraces of a kersey coat,
And all her cheek was flush'd with modest blood , 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 erery dashing pool, or idly stop,
Yet Winter chilld 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
And in hoarse sounds her melting voice is lost. Hides all thy hose behind ; in vain you scour,
Thus Vulcan saw, and in his heavenly thought Thy wig, alas! uncurld, admits the shower. A new machine mechanic fancy wrought, Su fierce Aleclo's snaky tresses fell,
Above the mire her shelter'd steps to raise, When Orpheus charm'd the rigorous powers of Hell; And bear her safely through the wintery ways. 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.
Guod housewives all the winter's rage despise, The god obtain'd his suit: though flattery fail, Defended by the riding-hood's disguise;
Presents with female virtue must prevail. Or, underneath th' umbrella's oily shed,
The patten now supports each frugal dame,
Of walking the Streets by Day.
To read the various warnings of the skies : Where Lincoln wide extends her fenny soil, Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town, A goodly yeoman liv'd, grown white with toil; And for the public safety risk thy own. One only daughter bless'd his nuptial bed,
For ease and for dispatch, the morning 's best ; Who from her infant hand the poultry fed : No tides of passengers the streets molest. Martha (her careful mother's name) sbe bore, You 'll see a draggled damsel here and there, But now her careful mother was no more.
From Billingsgate her fishy traffic bear; Whilst on her father's knee the damsel play'd, On doors the sallow milk-maid chalks her gains; Patty he fondly call'd the smiling maid ;
Ah! how unlike the milk-maid of the plains ! As years increas'd, her ruddy beanty grew, Before proud gates attending asses bray, And Patty's fame o'er all the village few. Or arrogate with solemn pace the way;
Soon as the grey.ey'd morning streaks the skies, These grave physicians with their milky cheer And in the doubtful day the woodcock flies, The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair;
Here rows of drummers stand in martial file,
If cloth'd in black you tread the busy town,
Butchers, whose hands are dyed with blood's foul To seek amours; the vice the monarch lov'd,
Soon through the wide ethereal court improv'd:
You'll sometimes meet a fop, of nicest tread,
Now had the watchman walk'd his second round
Of her brown lover's cart (for well she knows
When the pale Moon had nine times fill'd her
Yield not the way, defy his strutting pride,
But still the wandering passes forc'd his stay,
If drawn by business to a street unknown,
Where fam'd St. Giles's ancient limits spread,
When waggish boys the stunted besom ply,
The voice of Industry is always near.
Like mortal man, great Jove (grown fond of
Of old was wont this nether world to range,
The pregnant goddess (cautious of disgrace)
The child, through various risks in years im-
* Cloacina was a goddess, whose image Tatius (a king of the Sabines) found in the common sewer; and, not knowing what goddess it was, he called it Cloacina, from the place in which it was found, and paid to it divino honors.-Lactant. 1. 20, Minue, Fel. Oct. p. 232.
Oh, happy unown'd youths ! your limbs can bear His treble voice resounds along the Meuse,
The goddess long had mark'd the child's distress, Too long detains the walker on his way;
Where, elevated o'er the gaping crowd,
Though expedition bids, yet never stray Diana forms his brush; the god of day
Where no rang'd posts defend the rugged way. A tripod gives, amid the crowded way
Here laden carts with thundering wagons meet, To raise the dirty foot, and ease his toil;
Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow Kind Neptune fills his vase with fetid oil
Now dawns the morn, the sturdy lad awakes, If, as the Samian taught, the soul revives,
That, in mix'd fumes, the wrinkled nose offend. But I, alas ! hard Fortune's utmost scorn,
Where chandlers' caldrons boil ; where fishy prey Who ne'er knew parent, was an orphan born! Hide the wet stall, long absent from the sea ; Some boys are rich by birth beyond all wants, And where the cleaver chops the heifer's spoil, Belov'd by uncles, and kind good old aunts; And where huge hogsheads sweat with trainy oil ; When time comes round, a Christmas-box they bear, Thy breathing nostril hold: but how shall I And one day makes them rich for all the year. Pass, where in piles Carnaviant cheeses lie; Had I the precepts of a father learn'd,
Cheese, that the table's closing rites denies, Perhaps I then the coachman's fare had earn'd, And bids me with th' unwilling chaplain rise ? For lesser boys can drive; I thirsty stand,
O bear me to the paths of fair Pall-Mall! And see the double flagon charge their hand, Safe are thy pavements, grateful is thy smell! See them puff off the froth, and gulp amain, At distance rolls along the gilded coach, While with dry tongue I lick my lips in vain.” Nor sturdy carmen on thy walks encroach ;
While thus he fervent prays, the heaving tide, No lets would bar thy ways were chairs denied, In widen'd circles, beats on either side ;
The soft supports of laziness and pride : The goddess rose amid the inmost round,
Shops breathe perfumes, through sashes ribbons glow, With wither'd turnip-tops her temples crown'd; The mutual arms of ladies and the beau. Low reach'd her dripping tresses, lank, and black Yet still ev'n here, when rains the passage hide, As the smooth jet, or glossy raven's back; Oft the loose stone spirts up a muddy tide Around her waist a circling eel was twin'd, Beneath thy careless foot; and from on high, Which bound her robe that hung in rags behind. Where masons mount the ladder, fragments fly, Now, beckoning to the boy, she thus begun: Mortar and crumbled lime in showers descend, " Thy prayers are granted; weep no more, my son : 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, 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.
stray, On this, methinks, I see the walking crew, In studious thought, the long uncrowded way. At thy request, support the miry shoe;
Here I remark each walker's different face, The foot grows black that was with dirt embrown'd, And in their look their various business trace. And in thy pocket gingling half-pence sound.” The broker here his spacious beaver wears, The goddess plunges swift beneath the flood, Upon his brow sit jealousies and cares; And dashes all around her showers of mud : The youth straight chose his post; the labor plied * Thames-street. Where branching streets from Charing-Cross divide; | Cheshire, anciently so called.