Or but proceed we in our journal At two, or after, we return all: From the four elements affembling, Warn'd by the bell, all folks come trembling : Some from the lake's remoteft end: My Lord and Dean the fire forfake, 25 The loit'rers quake, no corner hides them, 30 Now water's brought, and dinner's done : With church and king the Lady's gone; (Not reck'ning half an hour we pass. 35 And this must pass for reading Hammond- 45 And leave the flood, when he goes in it. Now ftinted in the short'ning day, We go to pray'rs, and then to play, Till fupper comes; and after that We fit an hour to drink and chat. 59 55 I might have mention'd fev'ral facts, Like episodes between the acts; And tell who lofes and who wins, How Dan caught nothing in his net, Who gets a cold, who breaks his fhins ; 60 And how the boat was overfet. For brevity I have retrench'd How in the lake the Dean was drench'd: How valiant George rode o'er the Dragon, And fav'd his oar, but loft his hat : 65 How Nim (no hunter e'er could match him) 70 How fortune fails him when he fets: Tells every thing that you can think of, How the cur'd Tommy of the chincough; She had with dreams the other night. 75. 80 85 go BUT now, fince I have gone fo far on, word or two of Lord Chief Baron * ; And tell how little weight he fets On all Whig papers, and gazettes; Thinks ev'ry fyllable is true. And fince he owns the King of Sweden Now all his hopes are in the Czar : "Down the Black fea, and up the Streights, To choak the girls, and to confume a rabble ? 95 100 105 How tranfient all things are below, 110 1 How prone to change is human life! Laft night arriv'd Clem. † and his wife- A Tory News writer. + Mr Clement Barry 145 120 A PASTORAL DIALOGUE. A Written in the year 1728. DERMOT, SHEELAH. Nymph and swain, Sheelab and Dermot hight, Who wont to weed the court of Gosford Knight*, While each with ftubbed knife remov'd the roots That rais'd between the ftones their daily fhoots; As at their work they fat in counter view, With mutual beauty fmit, their paffion grew. Sing heav nly mufe! in fweetly flowing ftrain, The foft endearments of the nymph and fwain. 5 Der. My love to Sheelah is more firmly fixt, Than strongest weeds that grow thofe ftones betwixt : My fpud these nettles from the ftones can part, No knife fo keen to weed thee from my heart. She. My love for gentle Dermot fafter grows, Than yon tall dock that rifes to thy nofe. Cut down the dock, 'twill sprout again; but oh! 15 Love rooted out, again will never grow. Der. No more that brier thy tender legs shall rake; I fpare the thiftle for Sir Arthur's + fake). Sharp as the ftones; take thou this rufhy mat; The hardest bum will bruife with fitting squat. 20 She. Thy breeches torn behind ftand gaping wide; This petticoat fhall fave thy dear backfide : Nor need I blush, altho' you feel it wet; Dermot, I vow, tis nothing else but fweat. Sir Arthur Achefon, whofe great-grandfather was Sir Archibald of Gosford in Scotland. Who is a great lover of Scotland. Der. At an old ftubborn root I chanc'd to tug, 25 When the Dean threw me this tobacco plug; A longer ha'-p'orth never did I fee ; This, deareft Sheelah, thou shalt fhare with me. She. In at the pantry door this morn I flipt, And from the shelf a charming crust I whipt; 30 Dennis was out, and I got hither fafe; And thou, my dear, fhalt have the bigger half. Der. When you faw Tady at long bullet's play, You fat and lous'd him all the fun-fhine day. How could you, Sheelah, liften to his tales, Or crack fuch lice as his between your nails? She. When you with Oonah ftood behind a ditch, Der. If Oonah once I kifs'd, forbear to chide: May I be doom'd for life to weed in rain. 35 40 She. Dermot, I fwear tho' Tady's locks could hold Ten thousand lice, and ev'ry loufe was gold, Him on my lap you never more should fee; Or may I lose my weeding-knife-and thee. 46 Der. Oh! could I earn for thee, my lovely lafs, A pair of brogues to bear thee dry to mass ! But fee where Norah with the fowins comes Then let us rife, and reft our weary bums. Sir Arthur's butler. 50 MARY |