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To sweet repast th' unwary partridge sties,
With joy amid the fcatter'd harvest lies;
Wandring in plenty, danger he forgets,
Nor dreads the flav'ry of entangling nets,
The subtle dog fcours with fagacious nofe .
Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows;
Against the wind he takes his prudent way,
While the strong gale directs him to the prey ;
Now the warm scent astures the covey near,
He treads with caution, and he points with fear,
Then (lest some centry fowl the fraud defcry,
And bid his fellows from the danger fiy)
Close to the ground in expećtation lies,
Till in the snare the stutt'ring covey rife.
Soon as the blushing light begins to spread,
And glancing Pharbus gilds the mountain's head,
His early flight th' ill-fated partridge takes,
And quits the friendly shelter of the brakes:
Or when the fun casts a declining ray,
And drives his chariot down the western way,
Let your obsequious ranger fearch around,
Where yellow stubble withers on the groundt
Nor will the roving spy direćt in vain,
But numerous covies gratify the pain.
When the meredian fun contraćts the shade,
And frisking heifers feek the cooling glade,
Or when the country floats with fudden rains,
Or driving mists deface the moisten'd plains ; '
In vain his toils th' unfkilful fowler tries,
While in thick woods the feeding partridge lies,
Nor must the sporting verse the gun forbear,
But what’s the fowler's be the muse's care.
See how the well-taught pointer leads the way :

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The flutt'ring coveys from the stubble rife,
And on swift wing divide the founding skies ;
The fcattering lead pursues the certain fight,
And death in thunder overtakes their flight.
Cool breathes the morning air, and winter's hand
Spreads wide her hoary mantle o'er the land ;
Now to the copfe thy lester spaniel take,
Teach him to range the ditch and force the brake ;

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Not closest coverts can protect the game: Hark! the dog opens ; take thy certain aim ; The woodcock flutters; how he wav'ring flies ! The wood refounds : he wheels, he drops, he dies. The tow’ring hawk let future poets fing, Who terror bears upon his foaring wing : Let them on high the frighted hern furvey, And lofty numbers paint their airy fray. Nor shall the mountain lark the mufe detain, That greets the morning with his early strain ; When, 'midft his fong, the twinkling glass betrays, While from each angle flash the glancing rays, And in the fun the tranfient colours blaze : Pride lures the little warbler from the skies, The light enamour'd bird deluded dies. But still the chafe, a pleasing task, remains ; The hound must open in these rural strains. Soon as Aurora drives away the night, And edges eastern clouds with rosy light, The healthy huntsman, with a chearful horn, Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn; The jocund thunder wakes th' enliven'd hounds, They roufe from sleep, and answer founds for founds ; Wide through the furzy field their route they take, Their bleeding bosoms force the thorny brake : The flying game their fmoaking nostrils trace, No bounding hedge obstructs their eager pace ; The distant mountains echo from afar, And hanging woods refound the flying war : The tuneful noife the sprightly courser hears, Paws the green turf, and pricks his trembling ears ; The flacken'd rein now gives him all his speed, Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed ; Hills, dales, and forests far behind remain, While the warm scent draws on the deep-mouth'd train, Where shall the trembling hair a fhelter fiņd ? Hark ! death advances in each gust of wind! New stratagems and doubling wiles she tries, Now circling turns, and now at large she flies ; Till spent at last, she pạnts and heaves for breath, Then lays her down, and waits devouring death.

We cannot part from Mr. Gay withouttakingfomenotice

of his Trivia, or Art of Walking the Streets; a didactic poem of the burlesque kind, which he has heighten'd and made entertaining, by many diverting fictions, fimilies, digressions and descriptions, very poetically and artfully introduced. Of these the following fable, by which he accounts for the rife of the Patten, is finely


Good housewives all the winter's rage despise,
Defended by the riding-hood's disguise :
Or underneath th' umbrella's oily shed,
Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread.
Let Perstan dames th' umbrella’s ribs display,
To guard their beauties from the funny ray ;
Or sweating flaves support the fhady load,
When eastern monarchs show their state abroad ; .
Britain in winter only knows its aid,
To guard from chilly show’rs the walking maid.
But, O! forget not, muse, the patten's praise,
That female implement fhall grace thy lays;
Say from what art divine th’ invention came,
And from its origin deduce its name.

Where Lincoln wide extends her fenny foil,
A goodly yeoman liv'd grown white with toil: .
One only daughter bleft his nuptial bed, ,
Who from her infant hand the poultry fed: ,
Martha (her careful mother's name) she bore,
But now her careful mother was no more.
Whilst on her father's knee the damsel play'd,
Patty he fondly called the fmiling maid ;
As years increas'd, her ruddy beauty grew,
And Patty's fame o'er all the village flew. i , ,

Soon as the grey-ey'd morning ítreaks the skies, , ,
And in the doubtful day the woodcock flies, ' ,
Her cleanly pail the přetty housewife bears,
And finging to the distant field repairs:
And when the plains with ev’ning dews are spread,
The milky burden smokes upon her head, -
Deep, thro' a miry-lane she pick'd her way,
Above her ancle rose the chalky clay. . .

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Vukan by chance the blooming maiden spies, *

With innocence and beauty in her eyes,

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Straight the new engine on the anvilglows, :

And the pale virgin on the patten rose. . . . . . . .
No more her lungs are shook with dropping rheums,
And on her cheek reviving beauty blooms.
The God obtain'd his fuit ; ithough flatt'ry fail,

Presents with female virtue must prevail.

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Another fable, or rather episode, he has inferted, in which, with great humour he employs the heathen Gods and Goddeffes in making materials to fet up a black-shoeboy, who was fon to the Goddess Cloacina, whence the

poet derives the origin of that trade; and what makes it

yet more droll and diverting, he has gravely introduced it with a ridicule on one of the rules laid down to render

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