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THE

LAMENTATION

OP

GLUMDALCLITCH

FOR THE LOSS OF

GRILDRIG.

PASTORAL.
SOON as Gluindalclitch miss'd her pleasing care,
She wept, she blubber'd, and she tore her hair ;
No British miss sincerer grief has known,
Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow flown.
She furl'd her sampler, and haul'd in her thread,
And stuck her needle into Grildrig's bed;
Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let fall
Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall.
In peals of tirunder now she roars, and now,
She gently whimpers like a lowing cow:
Yet lovely in her sorrow still appears :
Her locks dishevelld, and her flood of tears,
Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain,
When from the thatch drips fast a show'r of rain.

In vain she search'd each cranny of the house,
Each gaping chink, impervious to a mouse.
a Was it for this (she cried) with daily care
Within thy reach I set the vinegar,

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« And fill'd the cruet with the acid tid " While pepper-water worms thy bait " Where twin'd the silver eel around " And all the little monsters of the bro « Sure in that lake he dropt; my Grill She dragg’d the cruet, but no Grildrig

“ Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain “ But little creatures enterprise the mos

Trembling I've seen thee dare the ki

Nay, mix with children, as they play “ Nor fear the marbles, as they boundi “ Marbles to them, but rolling rocks t

“ Why did I trust thee with that gid “ Who from a page can ever learn the “ Vers'd in court tricks, the money-low “ To some lord's daughter sold the livi Or rent him limb from limb in cruel “ As children tear the wings of fies aw. « From place to place o'er Brobdingnag “ Ah never will return, or bring thee h “ But who hath eyes to trace the passin « How then thy fairy footsteps can I fir « Dost thou bewilder'd wander all alone “ In the green thicket of a mossy stone « Or, tumbled from the toadstool's slip

Perhaps, all maim’d, lie grov'ling on Dost thou, embosom’d in the lovely

Or, sunk, within the peach's down, “ Within the kingcup if thy limbs are “ Or in the golden cowslip's velvet hea “O show me, Flora, 'midst those swe “Where sleeps my Grildrig in his frag

“ But ah! I fear thy little fancy rove On little females, and on little loves;

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Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, “ The baby playthings that adorn thy house, “ Doors, windows, chimnies, and the spacious rooms,

Equal in size to cells of honeycombs : “ Hast thou for these now ventur'd from the shore,

Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thine oar? “ Or in thy box now bounding on the main, “ Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house again? “And shall I set thee on my hand no more, “ To see thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er

My spacious palm? of stature scarce a span, “Mimick the actions of a real man? “No more behold thee turn my watches key, As seamen at a capstan anchors weigh? “ How wer't thou wont to walk with cautious tread, “ A dish of tea, like milkpail, on thy head ! « How chase the mite that bore thy cheese away, “ And keep the rolling maggot at a bay !"

She said; but broken accents stopt her voice,
Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow noise :
She sobb’d a storm, and wip'd her flowing eyes,
Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skies.
O squander not thy grief! those tears command
To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland :
The plenteous pickle shall preserve the fish,
And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish.

MARY

MARY GULLIVER

TO

CAPTAIN LEMUEL GUI

ARGUMENT.

The captain, some time after his return,

Mr. Sympson's in the country, Mrs. hending from his late behaviour, some est affections, writes him the following expost

and tenderly complaining epistle. WELCOME, thrice welcome to thy n

-What, touch me not? what, shun a w Have I for this thy tedious absence bor And wak'd, and wish'd whole nights fo In five long years I took no second spo What Redriff wife so long hatha kept he Your eyes, your nose, inconstancy betr Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn 'Tis said, that thou should'st “ cleave u Once thou didst cleave, and I could cle Hear, and relent! hark, how thy child Be kind at least to these : they are thy Be bold, and count them all; secure to The honest number that you left behin See how they pat thee with their pretty Why start you? are they snakes? or ha Thy christian seed, our mutual Aesh an Be kind at least to these ; they are thy

Biddel*, like thee, might farthest India rove;
He chang'd his country, but retain’d his love.
There's captain Pennel *, absent half his life,
Comes back, and is the kinder to his wife.
Yet Pennel's wife is brown, compar’d to me:
And Mrs. Biddel sure is fifty-three.

Not touch me! never neighbour call'd me slut:
Was Flimnap's dame more sweet in Lilliput?
I've no red hair to breathe an odious fume
At least thy consort's cleaner than thy groom.
Why then that dirty stableboy thy care ?
What mean those visits to the sorrel mare ?
Say, by what witchcraft, or what demon led,
Preferr'st thou litter to the marriage bed?

Some say, the devil himself is in that mare :
If so, our dean shall drive him forth by pray's.
Some think you mad, some think you are possest,
That Bedlam and clean straw will suit

you

best. Vain means, alas, this frenzy to appease ! That straw, that straw, would heighten the disease.

My bed (the scene of all our former joys,
Witness two lovely girls, two lovely boys)
Alone I press : in dreams I call my dear,
I stretch my hand; no Gulliver is there!
I wake, I rise, and shiv'ring with the frost
Search all the house; my Gulliver is lost!
Forth in the street I rush with frantick cries;
The windows open, all the neighbours rise ;
Where sleeps my Gulliver ? O tell me where!"
The neighbours ariswer, " With the sorrel mare.”

At early morn I to the market haste
(Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy taste)

• Names of the sea captains mentioned in Gulliver's Travels.

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