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Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy
Of powder'd coxcombs at her levee;
And twenty other near relations.
A sigh in suffocating smoke;
While all their hours were pass'd between
Left but the remnant of a face.
The glass, grown hateful to her sight,
Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack
A NEW SIMILE
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT.,
LoNG had I sought in vain to find A likeness for the scribbling kind— The modern scribbling kind, who write In wit, and sense, and nature's spite — Till reading, I forget what day on, A chapter out of Tooke's Pantheon,
1 Printed in the Essays, 1765. I have adopted the improved text which appears in the second edition of the Essays, 1766. The verses, in both editions, have the mysterious signature "J. B.-Line 6. Tooke =The Rev. Andrew Tooke, F.R.S. and master of Charter-house school. His Pantheon, a revised translation from the Latin of Father Pomey, became the favorite synopsis of mythology. He died in 1731.