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Swift on his sooty pinions flits the Gnome, And in a vapour reached the dismal Dome. No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows; The dreaded East is all the wind that blows ! Here, in a grotto, sheltered close from air, And screened in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever, on her pensive bed; Pain at her side, and MEGRIM at her head.

Two handmaids wait the throne: alike in Place, But diff'ring far in figure and in face.

Here, stood Ill NATURE, like an ancient Maid,
Her wrinkled form in black and white arrayed.
With store of Prayers for mornings, nights, and noons
Her hand is filled; her bosom, with lampoons.

There, AFFECTATION, with a sickly mien,
Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen.
Practised to lisp, and hang the head aside,
Faints into Airs, and languishes with pride.
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,
Wrapped in a gown for sickness, and for show!
The Fair Ones feel such maladies as these,
When each new night-dress gives a new disease.

A constant vapour o'er the Palace flies; Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise, Dreadful as Hermit's dreams in haunted shades, Or bright as visions of expiring Maids.

Now, glaring fiends, and snakes on rolling spires,
Pale spectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires !
Now, lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes,
And crystal domes, and Angels in Machines !

Unnumbered throngs on ev'ry side are seen Of bodies changed to various forms by SPLEEN. Here, living Teapots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout. A Pipkin there, like Homer's Tripod1 walks. Here sighs a Jar; and there a Goose-pie talks ! Men prove with child, as powerful fancy works ; And maids turned Bottles, call aloud for corks!

Safe passed the Gnome through this fantastic band, A branch of healing Spleenwort in his hand. Then thus addressed the Power. · Hail, wayward Who rule the Sex to Fifty, from Fifteen! [Queen! Parent of Vapours and of Female Wit; Who give th' hysteric, or poetic, fit! On various tempers act by various ways, Make some take physic, others scribble Plays ! Who cause the Proud, their visits to delay; And send the Godly, in a pet, to pray!

'A Nymph there is, that all thy power disdains; And thousands more in equal mirth maintains. But O, if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace, Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face;

1 See Homer, Iliad, XVIII, of Vulcan's walking Tripods.

Like Citron Waters, matrons' cheeks inflame;
Or change complexions at a losing game;
If e'er with airy horns I planted heads,
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds;
Or caused suspicion where no soul was rude,
Or discomposed the head-dress of a Prude;
Or e'er to costive lap-dog gave disease;
Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease:
Hear me, and touch BELINDA with chagrin!
That single act gives half the World the Spleen!'

The Goddess, with a discontented Air, Seems to reject him; though she grants his prayer.

A wondrous bag, with both her hands she binds,
Like that where once ULYSSES held the winds.
There she collects the force of female lungs,
Sighs, sobs, and Passions, and the war of tongues.

A vial next she fills with fainting fears,
Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears.

The Gnome, rejoicing, bears her gift away; Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to day.

Sunk in THALESTRIS' arms the Nymph he found; Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. Full o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent; And all the Furies issued at the vent!

BELINDA burns with more than mortal ire; And fierce THALESTRIS fans the rising fire.

'O, wretched Maid!' she spread her hands, and cried ! While Hampton's echoes 'wretched Maid !' replied, · Was it for this, you took such constant care, The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare ! For this, your Locks in paper-durance bound! For this, with tort'ring irons wreathed around! For this, with fillets strained your tender head; And bravely bore the double loads of lead!

'Gods! shall the ravisher display your hair ; While the Fops envy, and the Ladies stare ! Honour forbid! at whose unrivalled shrine, Ease, pleasure, virtue, all, our Sex resign!

‘Methinks, already, I your tears survey!
Already, hear the horrid things they say!
Already, see you a degraded Toast;
And all your honour in a whisper lost!
How shall I then, your helpless fame defend ?
'Twill then, be infamy to seem your friend!

‘And shall this prize, th' inestimable prize,
Exposed through crystal to the gazing eyes,
And heightened by the diamonds' circling rays,
On that rapacious hand for ever blaze!
Sooner shall grass in Hyde Park Circus grow!
And Wits take lodgings in the sound of Bow!
Sooner let Earth, Air, Sea, to Chaos fall!
Men, monkeys, lap-dogs, parrots, perish all!'

She said: then, raging, to Sir PlumE repairs; And bids her Beau demand the precious hairs !

Sir PLUME, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane, With earnest eyes and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box opened, then the Case : And thus broke out, 'My Lord! why, what the Devil! Zounds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad! you must be civil! Plague on 't! 'Tis past a jest! Nay! prithee, pox! Give her the hair !' He spoke, and rapped his box!

'It grieves me much,' replied the Peer again, 'Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain! But, by this Lock!1 this sacred Lock, I swear (Which never more shall join its parted hair! Which never more its honours shall renew! Clipped from the lovely head, where once it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear! He spoke : in speaking, in proud triumph, spread The long-contended honours of her head.

But UMBRIEL, hateful Gnome! forbears not so! He breaks the vial whence the Sorrows flow!

Then, see! The Nymph in beauteous grief appears; Her eyes half languishing, half drowned in tears. On her heaved bosom hung her drooping head, Which, with a sigh, she raised; and thus she said:

'For ever cursed be this detested day; Which snatched my best, my fav’rite, curl away!

1 In allusion to ACHILLES' oath in HOMER, Iliad, I.

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