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. But only what my station fits, And to be kept in my right wits,
Preserve, Almighty Providence !
Just what you gave me, competence : . And let me in these shades compose
Something in verse as true-as profe;
• Remov'd from all th” ambitious scene,
Nor puff'd by pride, nor funk by spleen.'
In short, I'm perfectly content,
Let me but live on this side Trent;
Nor cross the Channel twice a year,
To spend fix months with statesmen here.
I inuft by all means come to town,
'Tis for the service of the crown.
" Lewis, the Dean will be of use,
“ Send for kim up, take no excuse.".
The toil, the danger of the seas,
Great minifters ne'er think of these;.
Or let it cost five hundred pound,
No matter where the money's found,
It is but so much more in debt,
And that they ne'er consider'd yet.
" 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 thould I thrust myself between? Some wag obferves me thus perplex’d, And finiling whispers to the next, “ I thought the Dean had been too proud, “ To juitle here among the croud." Another, in a furly 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.” I own, I'm pleas’d with this rebuke, taste And take it kindly meant to show What I defire the world should know.
get a whisper, and withdraw; When twenty fools I never saw 15
Come with petitions fairly penn'd,
Defiring I would stand their friend.
This humbly offers me his case-
That begs my int’reft for a place
A hundred, other men's affairs,
Like bees, are humming in my ears..
ar To-morrow my appeal comes on,
e Without your help the caufe 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 fign'da
« Conlider, 'tis my first request
Be satisfy'd, 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
46. And, Mr. Dean, one word from you.
'Tis (let me fee) three years and moreg,
(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?
& Whofe chariot's that we left behind?”
Or gravely try to read the lines
Writ underneath the country figns ;
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 fome, I know, with envy swell,
Because they see me us’di fo well:
« How think you of our friend the Dean
66 I wonder what some people mean;
“My Lord and he are grown so great,
« Always together tête à tête;
What, they admire him for his jokes 56. See but the fortune of some folks !".
There flies about a strange report
Of fome express arriv'd at Court;
I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet,
And catechis'd in ev'ry street.
“ You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great ;
“ Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat ?
“ Or do the prints and papers lie?"
Faith, Sir, you know as much as I.
“Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest !
“ 'Tis now no fecret”-I protest
'Tis one to me- _" Then tell us, pray,
" When are the troops to have their pay
And tho' I folemnly declare
I know no more than my Lord Mayor,
They stand amaz'd, and think me grown
The closest mortal ever known.
Thus in a sea of folly tofs’d,
My choicest hours of life are lost.;
Yet always wishing to retreat,
Oh, could I see my country feat !
There leaning near a gentle brook,
Sleep, or peruse some ancient book,
And there in sweet oblivion drown
Those cares that haupt the court and town.
O 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 ev'n the very dogs at eafe.
Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian sings,
A neighbour's madness, or his spoufe's,
Or what's in either of the houfes :
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 chuse our friends,
For 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 à propos :
Name a town life, and in a trice
He had a story of two mice.
Once on a time (so runs the fable)
A country mouse, right hospitable,
Receiv'd a town inouse at his board,
Just as a farmer might a lord.
A frugal mouse, upon the whole,
Yet lov'd his friend, and had a soul,
Knew what was handsome, and would do't,
On juft occasion, coute qui coute.
He brought him bacon (nothing lean).
Pudding, that might have pleas'd a dean;
Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make,
But with'd it Stilton for his fake;
Yet, to his guest tho' no way sparing,
He eat hiinself the rind and paring:
Our courtier scarce could touch a bit,
But show'd his breeding and his wit ;
He did his best to seem to eat,
And cry'd." I vow you're mighty neat.
“But lord, my friend; this savage scene!
“For God's sake, come, and live with men:
“ Consider, mice, like men, must die,
“ Both small and great, both you and I :
“ Then spend your life in joy and sport,
“ (This doctrine, friend, I learn'd at court.")
'The veriest hermit in the nation
May yield; God knows, to strong temptation.
Away they come, thro? thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn :
('Twas on the night of a debate,
When all their Lordships had fat late.)
Behold she place, where if a poet
Shind in description, he night show it;
Tell how ahe moon-beam trembling falls,
And tips with silver all the walls;
Palladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotesco roofs, and stucco foors :
But let it, (in a word) be said,
The moon was up, and men a-bed,
The napkins white, the carpet red;
The guests withdrawn had left the treat,
And down the mice sat, téte-à-tête.
Our courtier walks from difh to dish,
Taftes for his friend of fowl and fish;
"Tells all their names, lays down the law,
" Que ça eft bon! Ab goutez ça!
That jelly's rich, this malmsey healing,
Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in.'
Was ever such a happy fwain !
He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again.
I'm quite asham'd-'tis mighty rude
" To eat so much-but all's so good.
66 I have a thoufand thanks to give
“ My Lord alone knows how to live.”
No sooner said, but from the hall
Rush chaplain, butler, dogs and all:
" A rat, a rat! clap to the door”_
The cat comes bouncing on the floor.
O for the heart of Homer's mice,
Or gods to save them in a trice!
(It was by providence they think,
For your damn'd stucco has no chink.)
* An't please your honour, quoth the peasant,
" This' fame dessert is not fo pleasant :
“ Give me again my hollow tree,
" A crust of bread, and liberty !"
An ELEGY written in a COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD.
HE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
'The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a folemn stillness holds ;
Save where the beetle wheels his drony Aight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The mopeing owl does to the moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow's, Moleft her ancient, folitary reign,