The faithful fpaniel gave the word,
TRELOOBY at the signal stirr'd,
And with his gun, from wood to wood
The man of his courfe purfu'd;
The dew and herbage all around,
Like pearls and emeralds on the ground;
Th' uncultur'd flowers that rudely rise,
Where smiling freedom art defies;
The lark, in tranfport, tow'ring high,
The crimson curtains of the sky,
Afflicted not Trelooby's mind-
For what is beauty to the blind?
Th' amorous voice of filvan love,
Form'd charming concerts in the grove;
Sweet zephyr figh'd on Flora's breaft,
And drew the black-bird from his neft;
Whistling he leapt from leaf to leaf;
But what is mufic to the deaf?
At length while poring on the ground,
With monumental look profound,
A curious vegetable caught
His-fomething fimilar to thought:
Wond'ring, he ponder'd, ftcoping low,
(Trelooby always lov'd a show)
And on the Mandrake's vernal station,
Star'd with prodigious obfervation.
Th' affronted Mandrake with a frown,
Address'd in rage the wealthy clown.
<< Proud member of the rambling race,
* That vegetate from place to place,
<< Pursue the leveret at large,
"Nor near thy blunderbufs discharge.
"Difdainful tho' thou look'st on me,
"What art thou, or what can't thou be?
"Nature, that mark'd thee as a fool,
Gave no materials for the school.
"In what confifts thy work and fame?
The prefervation of the Game.-
For what? thou avaricious elf,
"But to destroy it all thyself;
"To lead a life of drink and feaft,
T'opprefs the poor, and cheat the priest,
Or triumph in a virgin loft,
"Is all the manhood thou canst boast..
Pretty, in nature's various plan, "To fee a weed that's like a man ; But 'tis à grievous thing indeed, To fee a man fo like a weed."
The BROCADED GOWN and LINEN RAG.
FABLE VIII.
FROM 2 fine lady to her maid,
A Gown defcended of brocade.
French!-Yes, from Paris-that's enough,
"That wou'd give dignity to fuff.
By accident or by defign,
Or from fome caufe, I can't divine;
A Linen Rag, (fad fource of wrangling!)
On a contiguous peg was dangling,
Vilely befmear'd-for late his master,
It ferv'd in quality of plaister.
The Gown, contemptuous behalder,
Gave a French fhrug from either shoulder,
And rustling with emotions furious,
Bespoke the Rag in terms injurious.
Unfit for tinder, lint or fødder,
"Thou thing of filth, (and what is odder) Difcarded from thy owner's back,
Dar'ft thou proceed, and gold attack?
"Inftant away or in this place,
Begar me give you coup de grace."
To this reply'd the honest Rag,
Who lik'd a jeft, and was a wag ;
"Tho' thy glib tongue without a halt run, "Thou fhabby second-hand fubaltern,
"At once fo antient and so easy,
"At once fo gorgeous and so greasy,;
"I value not thy gafconading,
"Nor all thy alamode parading;
But to abstain from words imperious,
And to be fober, grave, and ferious.
Tho' fays friend Horace, 'tis no treason, "At once to giggle, and to reason, "When me you leffon, friend, you dream, "For know I am not what I feem; "Soon by the mills refining motion, "The fweetest daughter of the ocean, "Fair Medway, fhall with fnowy hue, My virgin purity renew,
"And give me reinform'd existence,
"A good retention and subfiftence.
"Then fhall the fons of genius join,
"To make my fecond life divine.
"O MURRAY, let me then difpenfe,
"Some portion of thy eloquence;
"For Greek and Roman rhetoric shine,.
"United and improved in thine..
"The spirit ftirring * fage alarms,
"And Ciceronian fweetnefs' charms.
"Th' Athenian AKENSIDE may deign
"To ftanıp me deathlefs with his pen.
"While flows approv'd by all the Nine
"Th' immortal foul of every line.
"COLLINS, perhaps, his aid may lend,.
Melpomene's. felected friend.
Perhaps our great Auguftan Gray "May grace me with a Doric lay ;
"With sweet, with manly words of woe,
"That nervously pathetic flow,
"What, MASON, may I owe to you?
"Learning's firft pride, and nature's too;
"On thee she caft her sweetest smile,
"And gave thee Art's correcting file;
"That file, which with affiduous pain,
"The viper Envy bites in vain.—
"Such glories my mean lot betide,
"Hear, tawdry fool, and check thy pride.-
"Thou, after scouring, dying, turning,
"(If haply thou escape a burning)
"From gown to petticoat defcending,
"And in a beggar's mantle ending,
"Shalt in a dunghill or a flye,
"'Midft filth and vermin rot and die.
E thunders roll, ye oceans roar,
And wake the rough refounding fhore;
Ye in fmoke and flames engage,
guns
And shake the ramparts with your rage;
Boreas diftend your chops and blow;
Ring, ring, ye bonny bells of Bow;
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