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To go on with my tale-as I gaz'd on the haunch,
« If that be the case then, cried he very gay, I'm glad I have taken this house in my way. To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me; No words I insist on't--precisely at three : We'll have Johnson, and Burke, all the wits will be
there; My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my ford Clare: And, now that I think on't, as I am a sinner! We wanted this venison to make out a dinner.
What say you-a pasty, it shall, and it must,
friend !” Thus snatching his hat, he brush'd off like the wind, And the porter and eatables follow'd behind.
Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, And nobody with me at sea but myself *;" Tho' I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty, Yet Johnson, and Burke, and a good venison pasty, Were things that I never dislik’d in my life, Tho'clogg'd with a coxcomb, and Kitty his wife. So next day in due splendour to make my approach, I drove to his door in my own hackney-coach.
When come to the place where we all were to dine, (A chair-lumber'd closet just twelve feet by nine :) My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite
dumb, With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come; “ For I knew it,” he cried, “ both eternally fail, The one with his speeches, and t’other with Thrale ; But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty. The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew, They both of them merry, and authors like you; The one writes the Snarler, the other the Scourge; Some thinks he writes Cinna—he owns to Panurge.” While thus he describ’d them by trade and by name, They enter'd, and dinner was serv'd as they came.
* See the letters that passed between his Royal Highness Henry, Duke of Cumberland, and Lady Grosvenor-12mo. 1769. VOL. I.
At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen, At the bottom was tripe, in a swinging tureen ; At the sides there was spinnage and pudding made
In the middle a place where the pasty-was not.
bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian.
rogue, With his long-winded speeches, his smiles and his
brogue; And,“ madam," quoth he,“may this bit be my poison, A prettier dinner I never set eyes on ; Pray a slice of your liver, tho' may I be curst, But I've eat of your tripe, 'till I'm ready to burst." “ The tripe, quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek, I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week : I like these here dinners so pretty and small ; But your friend there, the doctor, eats nothing at all." "0_ho! quoth my friend, he'll come on in a trice, He's keeping a corner for something that's nice:
There's a pasty "_"a pasty! repeated the Jew;
think very slightly of all that's your own. So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amiss, You may make a mistake, and think slightly of this.
FROM THE ORATORIO
The wretch condemn’d with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies ;
Bids expectation rise.
Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way; And still as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain ;
Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's wo; And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.
THE CLOWN's REPLY. . JOHN TROTT was desir’d by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears ; “ An't please you," quoth John, “ I'm not given to
“ letters, “ Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; « Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, “ As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on asses."
Who long was a bookseller's hack:
I don't think he'll wish to come back.
* This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dub. lin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.