of an immediate supply of napkins, my black silk breeches were not stout enough to save me from the painful effects of this sudden fomentation, and for some minutes my legs and thighs seemed stewed in a boiling cauldron; but recollecting how Sir Thomas had disguised his torture when I had trod upon his toes, I firmly bore my pain in silence, and sat with my lower extremities parboiled, amidst the stifled giggling of the ladies and the servants. I will not relate the several blunders which I made during the first course, or the distress occasioned by my being desired to carve a fowl, or help to various dishes that stood near me, spilling a sauce-boat, and knocking down a salt-cellar; rather let me hasten to the second course, where fresh disasters overwhelmed me quite! I had a piece of rich sweet pudding on my fork, when Miss Louisa Friendly begged to trouble me for some of a pigeon that stood near me. In my haste, scarce knowing what I did, I whipped the pudding into my mouth, hot as a burning coal: it was impossible to conceal my agony; my eyes were starting from their sockets. At last, in spite of shame and resolution, I was obliged to drop the cause of my torment on my plate. Sir Thomas and the ladies all compassionated my misfortune, and each advised a different application. One recommended oil, another water, but all agreed that wine was the best for drawing out the heat; but, oh! how shall I tell the sequel? The butler, by accident, gave me the strongest brandy, with which I filled my mouth, already flayed and blistered. With my tongue, throat, and palate, raw as beef, what could I do? I could not swallow; and clapping my hands upon my mouth, the cursed liquor squirted through my nose and fingers, like a fountain, over all the dishes. In vain did Sir Thomas reprimand the servants, and Lady Friendly chide her daughters; for the measure of my shame, and their diversion, was not yet complete. To relieve me from the intolerable state of perspiration which this accident had caused, without considering what I did, I wiped my face with that ill-fated handkerchief, still wet from the fall of Xenophon, and covered my features with streaks of ink in every direction, The Baronet himself could not support this shock, but joined his lady in the general laugh; while I sprung from the table in despair, rushed out of the house, and ran home in an agony of confusion and disgrace. Anonymous. Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, To wake the wild deer never came, Since Alnwick's Earl pursued the game On Cheviot's rueful day; Keeldar was matchless in his speed, Than Taurus ne'er was stauncher steed, A peerless archer Percy Rede : And right dear friends were they. The chase engross'd their joys and woes, And oft, when evening skies were red, Now is the thrilling moment near The game's afoot!-Halloo! halloo ! And ill betide the faithless yew ! Has drench'd the grey-goose wing. The noble hound-he dies, he dies! Dilated nostrils, staring eyes, Mark the poor palfrey's mute surprise: But he that bent the fatal bow, Can well the sum of evil know, "And if it be, the shaft be bless'd, And you may have a fleeter hound, And to his last stout Percy rued E'en with his dying voice he cried— SCENE FROM JANE SHORE. Rowe. Enter GLOCESTER and HASTINGS. Gloc. My lord, you're well encountered; here has been A fair petitioner this morning with us: Believe me, she has won me much to pity her: To buffet with adversity. I told her How worthily her cause you had befriended; How much for your good sake we meant to do, That you had spoke, and all things should be well. Hast. Your highness binds me ever to your service. Gloc. You know your friendship is most potent with us, And shares our power. But of this enough, For we have other matters for your ear; The state is out of tune; distracting fears, And jealous doubts, jar in our public councils; Amidst the wealthy city murmurs rise, Loud railings, and reproach on those that rule, If, in good days like these, the headstrong herd Because the reins of power are held too slack, Has worn a face of mercy more than justice. Gloc. Beshrew my heart! but you have well divin'd The source of these disorders. Who can wonder If riot and misrule o'erturn the realm, When the crown sits upon a baby brow? Plainly to speak; hence comes the gen'ral cry, And sum of all complaint: 'twill ne'er be well With England (thus they talk) while children govern. Hast. 'Tis true, the king is young; but what of that? We feel no want of Edward's riper years, While Gloster's valour and most princely wisdom So well supply our infant sovereign's place, His youth's support, and guardian to his throne. Gloc. The council (much I'm bound to thank them for't!) Have placed a pageant sceptre in my hand, Barren of power, and subject to control: Scorn'd by my foes, and useless to my friends. I think I should not suffer rank offence At large to lord it in the eommonweal: Nor would the realm be bent by discord thus, Hast. Of this I am to learn; as not supposing Gloc. Ay, marry, but there is And that of much concern. Have you not heard Has moved the people much about the lawfulness Of learning and religion, plainly proving, A bastard scion never should be grafted His jolly match with that same buxom widow, Hast. Ill befall Such meddling priests, who kindle up confusion, Did not the king, Our royal master, Edward, in concurrence With his estates assembled, well determine What course the sov'reign rule should take henceforward? When shall our long-divided land have rest, If every peevish, moody malcontent Shall set the senseless rabble in an uproar, Fright them with dangers, and perplex their brains, Gloc. What if some patriot, for the public good, Have we so soon forgot those days of ruin, Whose curs'd ambition would renew those horrors, Gloc. Hast. How now! so hot! So brave, and so resolved. Gloc. Is then our friendship of so little moment, That you could arm your hand against my life? Hast. I hope your highness does not think I mean it : No, Heaven forbid, that e'er your princely person Should come within the scope of my resentment. Gloc. Oh, noble Hastings! Nay, I must embrace you; By holy Paul, you're a right honest man! The time is full of danger and distrust, If, when I meant to lodge you next my heart, [Exit. |