Only something that was very like it; just so, Only something like brain is the brain of a beau. The pineal gland, where the soul's residence is, Smelt desperate strong of perfumes, and essences, With a bright horny substance encompast around, That in numberless forms, like a diamond, was ground; In so much that the soul, if there was any there, Must have kept pretty constant within its own sphere; [traces, Having bus'ness enough, without seeking new To employ all its time with its own pretty faces. In the hind part o' th' head there was Brussels, and Mechlin, [ling; Seem'd so little us'd, that the beau, I dare say, Was like other heads, neither lesser nor bigger; Had talents in's way; for sometimes at a ball Some ladies, they say, took the beau for a wit, But in his head, truly, there lay-deuce a bit: And ribands, and fringes, and such kind of tack-He was cut off, alas! in the flow'r of his age, Billet-doux, and soft rhymes lin'd the whole cere- By an eminent cit, that was put in a rage: bellum; [vellum. The beau was, it seems, complimenting his wife, Op'ra songs and prickt dances, as 't were upon When his extreme civility cost him his life; A brown kind of lump, that we ventur'd to squeeze, For his eminence took up an old paring shovel, Disperst in plain Spanish, and made us all sneeze. And on the hard ground left my gem'man to grovel In short, many more of the like kind of fancies, Too tedious to tell, fill'd up other vacancies. On the sides of this head were in several purses, On the right, sighs and vows; on the left, oaths and curses: These each sent a duct to the root of the tongue, A pretty large vessel did plainly appear [ear; Entirely free from it, not one head in twenty, But a beau's, 'tis presum'd, always has it in plenty. Mighty hard, thick, and tough was the skin of his front, And, what is more strange, not a blood vessel on't; From whence we concluded, the party deceast Was never much troubled with blushing at least: The os cribriforme, as full as could stuff, [snuff: Was cramm'd, and in some places damag'd, with For beaus with this ballast keep stuffing their crib, To preserve their light heads in a true equilib. That muscle, we found, was exceedingly plain, That helps a man's nose to express his disdain, If you chance to displease him, or make a demand, Which is oft the beau's case, that he don't understand. [cle, The reader well knows, 't is about this same musThat the old Latin poets all make such a bustle, When they paint a man giving his noddle a toss, And cocking his nose, like a rhinoceros. Looking into the eye, where the musculi lay, Which are call'd amatorii, that is to say, Those muscles, in English, wherewith a man ogles, When on a fair lady he fixes his goggles, We found 'em much worn; but that call'd th' elevator, [Nature, Which lifts the eyes up tow'rds the summit of Having finish'd our work, we began to replace The brain, such as 't was, in its own proper case. In a fine piece of scarlet we laid it in state, And resolv'd to prepare so extraordinary a pate; Which wou'd eas'ly be done, our anatomist thought, Having found many tubes, that already were fraught With a kind of a substance, he took for mercurial, Lodg'd there, he suppos'd, long before the beau's burial. The head laid aside, be then took up the heart, Which he likewise laid open with very great art; And with many particulars truly we met, That gave us great insight into the coquet: But having, kind reader, already transgrest Too much on your patience, we 'll let the heart rest: [tion, Having giv'n you the beau for to day's speculaWe'll reserve the coquet for another occasion. A SONG. WHY, prithee now, what does it signify Whether clothed in ermin, or clout. That the world has too much of thy heart. Beware, that its fatal ascendency Do not tempt thee to moap and repine; With an humble, and hopeful dependency Still await the good pleasure divine. Success in a higher beatitude Is the end of what's under the pole; A philosopher takes it with gratitude, And believes it is best on the whole. The world is a scene, thou art sensible, Upon which, if we do but our best, On a wisdom, that's incomprehensible, We may safely rely for the rest: Then trust to its kind distribution, And however things happen to fail, Prithee, pluck up a good resolution To be cheerful, and thankful in all. EXTEMPORE VERSES, UPON A TRIAL OF SKILL BETWEEN THE TWO LONG was the great Figg, by the prize fighting swains, Sole monarch acknowledg'd of Marybone plains; But remain'd, like the ass 'twixt two bottles of hay, Till Jove, to the gods, signified his intention, out. But the upshot on 't was, that, at that very bout, From a wound in Figg's side the hot blood spouted To the towns, far and near, did his valour extend, Her ladyship then seem'd to think the case plain; But Figg stepping forth with a sullen disdain, Show'd the gash, and appeal'd to the company [wound? If his own broken sword had not given him the And swam down the river from Thame to Graves- Where liv'd Mr. Sutton, pipe-maker by trade, Resolv'd to put in for a share of his fame, And so sent to challenge the champion of Thame. With alternate advantage two trials had past, When they fought out the rubbers on Wednesday last. To see such a contest, the house was so full, Till wearied at last with inferior disasters, All the company cry'd, "Come, the masters, the masters." Whereupon the bold Sutton first mounted the stage, [gage; Made his honours, as usual, and yearn'd to enThen Figg, with a visage so fierce and sedate, Cane and enter'd the list with his fresh shaven pate; Their arms were encircled by armigers two, [bilbo. Shook hands, and went to't, and the word it was round, That bruises and wounds a man's spirit should With danger so little, with honour so much!- But made up, like Figg's, of the common red it: ransom; And Sutton such bangs to his neighbour imparted, Would have made any fibres but Figg's to have smarted. Then after that bout they went on to another, But the matter must end on some fashion or other; So Jove told the gods he had made a decree, That Figg should hit Sutton a stroke on the knee. Tho' Sutton disabled, as soon as he hit him, Would still have fought on, but Jove would not permit him; [to yield, was his fate, not his fault, that constrain'd him And thus the great Figg became lord of the field. Sure such a concern, in the eyes of spectators, Figg arm'd him again, and they took t'other tilt, Such a force in their blows, you'd have thought Now, after such men, who can bear to be told Or Achilles, tho' old mother Thetis had dipt him, To Cæsar, and Pompey, for want of things juster, [pass muster: We compare these brave boys, but 't will never Did those mighty fellows e'er fight hand to fist once? No, I thank you; they kept at a laudable distance. What is Pompey the Great, with his armour be girt, [shirt? To the much greater Sutton, who fought in his VERSES SPOKEN AT THE BREAKING UP OF THE A TALE. TALE-that will raise the question, I suppose, And happén'd, as they say, some time ago. But, by the by, 't was two black crows, not Whip, to the third, the virtuoso went. It was not two black crows, it was only one, Away goes he, and having found him out, "Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt-" Then to his last informant be referr'd, And beg'd to know, if true what he had heard;. one; And here, I find, all comes, at last, to none! ⚫ VERSES SPOKEN ON THE SAME OCCASION WITH THE 'Tis not to tell what various mischief springs Defect which, if occasion offers, makes When Martin Luther first grew into fame, "Sir"-and so forth. "Why yes; the thing is To seek this secondary problem out, fact, Tho' in regard to number not exact; 1 Alluding to some local matters then in agitation at Manchester, particularly an application to parliament to destroy the custom of grinding wheat at the school mills. "I am," declar'd the bolder of the two, hus fray began; which critics may suppose, The prose account in Dr. More, I think, lelates the story of two clowns in drink; The verse has cloth'd it in a different strain; ut, either way, the gentle hint is plain, hat-'tis a foolish bus'ness to commence Dispute on words without regard to sense. Such was the case of these two partizans. ere is another of a single man's more absurd, if possible, than this, [yes." Just I go on, and tell it you? (Chorus) "Yes A certain artist, I forget his name, Fad got for making spectacles a fame, helps to read—as, when they first were sold, s were allow'd, by readers, to surpass : -not a d book produc'd, to see how they would fit, I'd how he lik'd 'em Like 'em?Then sir, I fancy, if you please to try, [bit."ese in my hand will better suit your eye."No, but they don't."-" Well, come, sir, if you re is another sort, we'll e'en try these; [please, somewhat more they magnify the letter; sir?" Why now I'm not a bit the better." Ho! Here take these that magnify still more; do they fit?"" Like all the rest before."n short, they tried a whole assortment thro', all in vain, for none of 'em would do: operator, much surpris'd to find odd a case, thought, sure the man is blind; That sort of eyes can you have got?" said he. hy, very good ones, friend, as you may see.” es, I perceive the clearness of the ball. 5, let me ask you-can you read at all?" o, you great blockhead! if I could, what need paving you for any helps to read?" so he left the maker in a heat, olr'd to post him for an arrant cheat. Thus to hint that a kingdom will flourish the most, [post; Where the men in high station are fit for their And disgraces attend, both on person and station, If regard be not had to due qualification; He invented, they tell us, this fable of old, Which the place I am in now requires to be told. The beasts, on a time, when the lion was dead, Met together in council to choose them a head; And, to give to their new constitution a shape Most like to the human, they fix'd on the Ape; They crown'd, and proclaim'd him by parliament And never was monkey so like to a man. [plan, The Fox, being fam'd for his cunning and wit, Was propos'd to their choice, but they did not think fit To elect such a sharper, lest, watching his hour, He would mind his diversion, and do as they did, Sly Reynard, on this, was resolv'd to expose Poor Pug, whom the senate so formally chose; And having observ'd, in his rambles, a gin, Where a delicate morsel was nicely hung in, He let the king know what a prize he had found, And the waste, where it lay, was his majesty's ground, "Show me where," said the Ape; so the treasure was shown, Which he seiz'd with paw royal, to make it his [own; But the gin, at same time, was dispos'd to resist, And clapping together caught Pug by the wrist; Who perceiv'd, by his fingers laid fast in the stocks, [Fox. What a trick had been play'd by his subject the "Thou traitor!" said he-" but I'll make thee anon, An example of vengeance"-and so he went on, DULCES ANTE OMNIA MUSE. SPOKEN ON THE SAME OCCASION. Of all companions, that a man can choose, Her's the judicious, and the friendly part, Her lines, whatever the occasion be, 1 No stiff'ning of 'em with poetic starch, She decks, when call'd, when honour'd to attend A foe, but void of any rancour, foe Life, as Mel. thinks, a short, uncertain lease, With nymphs and swains fond Mel. would strow She scorns alike, ignobly to rehearse No sour, pedantical, abusive rage, She looks on various empires, various men, It would rejoice her votaries to see All Europe, Asia, Africa agree; "But the new world, new England's dire alarms! Should not Melpomene now sing to arms?"No, she must ever wish all war to cease, While folks are fighting, she must hold her peace. Content to hope that, what events are due Safe from all foreign and domestic foes A COUNTRY fellow and his son, they tell As they were jogging on, a rural class Th' old fellow minded nothing that they said, But ev'ry word stuck in the young one's head; And thus began their comment there upon: "Ne'er heed 'em, lad."-" Nay, faither, do get o "Not I indeed."-" Why then let me, I pray. "Well do; and see what prating tongues will say The boy was mounted; and, they had not gut Much farther on, before another knot, Just as the ass was pacing by, pad pad, Cried, "O! that lazy looby of a lad! How unconcernedly the gaping brute Lets the poor aged fellow walk a foot." Down came the son, on hearing this account And begg'dand pray'd, and made his father mou Till a third party, on a farther stretch, "See! see!" exclaim'd, "that old hard heart wretch! How like a justice there he sits, or squire; While the poor lad keeps wading thro' the mire "Stop," cried the lad, still deeper vex'd in mi "Stop father; stop; let me get on behind." Thus done, they thought they certainly sho please, Escape reproaches, and be both at ease; Still disappointed, by succeeding tone, On this, they both dismounted; and some say Contriv'd to carry, like a truss of hay, The ass between 'em; prints, they add, are seen With man and lad, and slinging ass between: Others omit that fancy in the print, As overstraining an ingenious hint. |