Too flat I thought this voice, and that too shrill,
One show'd too much, and one too little skill;
Nor could my soul approve the music's tone,
Till all was hush'd, and Abra sung alone.
Fairer she seem'd distinguish'd from the rest,
And better mien disclos'd, as better drest.
A bright tiara round her forehead tied,
To juster bounds confin'd its rising pride.
The blushing ruby on her snowy breast
Render'd its panting whiteness more confess'd;
Bracelets of pearl gave roundness to her arm,
And every gem augmented every charm.
Her senses pleased, her beauty still improv'd,
And she more lovely grew, as more belov'd.
The Thief and the Cordelier.-A Ballad.
To the tune of King John and the Abbot of Canterbury."
That I would, quoth the father, and thank you to
boot;
But our actions, you know, with our duty must suit;
The feast I proposed to you, I cannot taste,
For this night, by our order, is marked for a fast.
Derry down, &c.
Then, turning about to the hangman, he said,
Who has e'er been at Paris, must needs know the Despatch me, I prithee, this troublesome blade;
Grève,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave;
Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
There death breaks the shackles which force had put
on,
And the hangman completes what the judge but begun;
There the 'squire of the pad, and the knight of the
For thy cord and my cord both equally tie,
And we live by the gold for which other men die.
Derry down, &c.
As the Cameleon, who is known
To have no colours of his own;
But borrows from his neighbour's hue,
His white or black, his green or blue;
And struts as much in ready light,
Which credit gives him upon sight,
As if the rainbow were in tail,
Settled on him and his heirs male;
So the young squire, when first he comes
From country school to Will's or Tom's,
And equally, in truth, is fit
To be a statesman, or a wit;
Without one notion of his own,
He saunters wildly up and down,
Till some acquaintance, good or bad,
Takes notice of a staring lad,
Admits him in among the gang;
They jest, reply, dispute, harangue;
He acts and talks, as they befriend him,
Smear'd with the colours which they lend him.
Thus, merely as his fortune chances,
His merit or his vice advances.
But if, at first, he minds his hits,
And drinks champaign among the wits;
Five deep he toasts the towering lasses;
Repeats you verses wrote on glasses;
Is in the chair; prescribes the law;
And 's lov'd by those he never saw.
He loves cheap port, and double bub,
And settles in the Humdrum Club;
He learns how stocks will fall or rise;
Holds poverty the greatest vice;
Thinks wit the bane of conversation;
And says that learning spoils a nation.
When poets wrote and painters drew,
As nature pointed out the view;
Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece,
To spoil the well-proportion'd piece;
And in our verse ere monkish rhymes
Had jangled their fantastic chimes;
Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes,
Those knights had fixed their dull abodes,
Who knew not much to paint or write,
Nor car'd to pray, nor dar'd to fight:
Protogenes, historians note,
Liv'd there, a burgess, scot and lot;
And, as old Pliny's writings show,
Apelles did the same at Co.
Agreed these points of time and place,
Proceed we in the present case.
Piqu'd by Protogenes's fame,
From Co to Rhodes Apelles came,
To see a rival and a friend,
Prepar'd to censure, or commend;
Here to absolve, and there object,
As art with candour might direct.
He sails, he lands, he comes, he rings;
His servants follow with the things:
Appears the governante of th' house,
For such in Greece were much in use:
If young or handsome, yea or no,
Concerns not me or thee to know.
Does Squire Protogenes live here?
Yes, sir, says she, with gracious air
And curtsy low, but just call'd out
By lords peculiarly devout,
Who came on purpose, sir, to borrow
Our Venus for the feast to-morrow,
To grace the church; 'tis Venus' day:
I hope, sir, you intend to stay,
To see our Venus? 'tis the piece
The most renown'd throughout all Greece;
So like th' original, they say:
But I have no great skill that way.
But, sir, at six ('tis now past three),
Dromo must make my master's tea:
At six, sir, if you please to come,
You'll find my master, sir, at home.
Tea, says a critic big with laughter,
Was found some twenty ages after;
Authors, before they write, should read.
'Tis very true; but we'll proceed.
And, sir, at present would you please To leave your name.-Fair maiden, yes. Reach me that board. No sooner spoke But done. With one judicious stroke, On the plain ground Apelles drew
A circle regularly true:
And will you please, sweetheart, said he,
To show your master this from me?
By it he presently will know
How painters write their names at Co.
He gave the pannel to the maid.
Smiling and curtsying, Sir, she said,
I shall not fail to tell my master:
And, sir, for fear of all disaster,
I'll keep it my own self: safe bind,
Says the old proverb, and safe find.
So, sir, as sure as key or lock-
Your servant, sir-at six o'clock.
Again at six Apelles came,
Found the same prating civil dame.
Sir, that my master has been here,
Will by the board itself appear.
If from the perfect line be found
He has presum'd to swell the round,
Or colours on the draught to lay,
'Tis thus (he order'd me to say),
Thus write the painters of this isle;
Let those of Co remark the style.
She said, and to his hand restor'd
The rival pledge, the missive board.
Upon the happy line were laid
Such obvious light and easy shade,
The Paris' apple stood confess'd,
Or Leda's egg, or Chloe's breast.
Apelles view'd the finish'd piece;
And live, said he, the arts of Greece!
Howe'er Protogenes and I
May in our rival talents vie;
Howe'er our works may have express'd
Who truest drew, or colour'd best,
When he beheld my flowing line,
He found at least I could design:
And from his artful round, I grant,
That he with perfect skill can paint.
The dullest genius cannot fail To find the moral of my tale; That the distinguish'd part of men, With compass, pencil, sword, or pen, Should in life's visit leave their name In characters which may proclaim That they with ardour strove to raise At once their arts and country's praise; And in their working, took great care That all was full, and round, and fair.
[Richard's Theory of the Mind.]
I say, whatever you maintain Of Almal in the heart or brain, The plainest man alive may tell ye, Her seat of empire is the belly. From hence she sends out those supplies, Which make us either stout or wise: Your stomach makes the fabric roll Just as the bias rules the bowl. The great Achilles might employ The strength design'd to ruin Troy; He dined on lion's marrow, spread On toasts of ammunition bread; But, by his mother sent away Amongst the Thracian girls to play, *Effeminate he sat and quietStrange product of a cheese-cake diet! Observe the various operations Of food and drink in several nations. Was ever Tartar fierce or cruel Upon the strength of water-gruel? But who shall stand his rage or force If first he rides, then eats his horse? Sallads, and eggs, and lighter fare, Tune the Italian spark's guitar; And, if I take Dan Congreve right, Pudding and beef make Britons fight. Tokay and coffee cause this work Between the German and the Turk; And both, as they provisions want, Chicane, avoid, retire, and faint.
As, in a watch's fine machine,
Though many artful springs are seen;
The added movements, which declare
How full the moon, how old the year,
Derive their secondary power
From that which simply points the hour;
For though these gimcracks were away
(Quare would not swear, but Quare would say),
However more reduced and plain,
The watch would still a watch remain:
But if the horal orbit ceases,
The whole stands still, or breaks to pieces,
1 The mind. • Probably a noted watchmaker of the day.
Is now no longer what it was,
And you may e'en go sell the case
Pensive and sad, his drooping muse betrays
The queen also made him keeper Not so thy Ovid in his exile wrote; of the records of Ireland. Previous to this (in 1707), Grief chill'd his breast, and check'd his rising thought; Addison had brought out his opera of Rosamond,
which was not successful on the stage. The story of fair Rosamond would seem well adapted for
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