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Scarfs, furbelows, for routs and public days,
“ Let noble dames our pageants hold in sport, And boast the soft refinements of a court, Look down with pity on the sons of earth, Who claim no title to superior birth; Be theirs the joys of fashionable strife, Be mine the pleasures of a City life! What pleasing visions swim before my sight, By day the dinner, and the dance by night! A thousand glitt'ring tapers gild the Hall, And lo! a young Adonis, straight and tall, Perchance just landed from some foreign tour, Asks me to dance a minuet-de-la-cour. Methinks I hear th' admiring gazers cry, • Some Goddess has descended from on high, To raise our wonder, and to charm our sight, For sure no mortal ever stepp'd so light !'. Then how 'twill give my enemies the vapours, To see it mention'd in the public papers :
_ - Last night my Lady danc'd with such an air,
“ It was my passion, I remember well, My early pride and glory, to excel ; For when at school,--the governess confess'd I sung, danc'd, play'd, far better than the rest. In riper years I still retain'd my pride, When rival Lovers woo'd me for their bride. My Father would have chosen for his heir, A Buck of Fashion from St. James's Square ; But I, although no conjurer, could see He lov'd himself too well, to die for me. The Country Squire's politeness knew no bounds, He swore he lov’d me better than his hounds, Spoke his regard with emphasis and force, And bid me dread no rival—but his Horse. The spruce Attorney, apeing Cupid's brogue, Could hardly, in the lover, sink the rogue ; But he, too eager, overplay'd his cards, I trick'd him—with a Captain in the Guards, Whose pockets, while they strove my heart to win, Had too much gold outside, t' have much within ! “Howsweet to hear, when, as the barge we board, The folks exclaim, — My Lady! and my Lord !'They shout !—and gladly welcome our approach! And see! they drag the horses from our coach! For free-born Britons love these low pursuits, To show how well they imitate the brutes.
“And, should the Regent in his grace (God bless
him!) When next the Court of Aldermen address him, Think fit, (the thought transports me with delight!) To dub my Spouse, by making him a Knight; How will the glorious news, the tidings rare, Make all our wond'ring City neighbours stare ! What busy scandal will their tongues employ, They'll almost die with envy-I with joy!
"But hark! the trumpets and the horns below!The carriage waits !—I'm summon'd to the Show! — O patience! what a flurry I am in Here, Betty, put this patch upon my chin ! A glass of water! I shall surely faint !Run, Betty !--you had nigh forgot the paint ! My case is trying, and my nerves are weak; Oh, shocking! here's a pimple on my cheek ! This sudden greatness overcomes me quite, Heav'n keep me in my proper wits to-night!"
Cives. STOP, Curio, what disaster prompts thy
Fro | Вау. | Не Or
Curio. I have no time for parley,-once for all-
to hear a trial at Guildhall :
care, Why all the world will be assembled there; Great Garble threatens, for he owes a grudge,-- Pre
Civ. Hush! recollect that Garble is a judge !
Wh Gre Per
He bullies first;—(but mum,-) and then condemns.
Cur. 'Tis hard that vice should lord it-
Hard indeed! I like your errand, and commend your speed.
Cur. Then come, and bear me company ;--
They reach'd the Hall, where, in familiar chat
Sir Thomas Plomer put his case ;