THE CONVERSATION.

A TALE.

'It always has been thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And, sure, there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger!'

'Agreed! what then?'

'Then, drink your ale!

I'll pledge you, and repeat my Tale!

'No matter where the scene is fixed, The persons were but oddly mixed; When sober DAMON thus began

(And DAMON is a clever man!):

"I now grow old; but still, from youth,
Have held for Modesty and Truth!
The men who, by these sea-marks steer,
In Life's great voyage never err!
Upon this point, I dare defy

The World! I pause for a reply!"

""Sir! either is a good assistant!"
Said one who sat a little distant.
"Truth decks our speeches and our books;
And Modesty adorns our looks:
But farther progress we must take!
Not only born to Look and Speak;
The man must Act! The Stagyrite
Says thus, and says extremely right:
"Strict Justice is the sovereign guide,
That o'er our action should preside!
This Queen of Virtues is confest
To regulate and bind the rest!
Thrice happy, if you once can find
Her equal balance poise your mind!
All different graces soon will enter;
Like lines concurrent to their centre."

"Twas thus, in short, these two went on With "Yea!" and "Nay!" and Pro and Con, Through many points divinely dark,

And WATERLAND assaulting CLARK,

Till, in Theology half lost,

DAMON took up the Evening Post,

Confounded Spain, composed the North,
And deep in Politics held forth.

"Methinks, we're in the like condition

As at the Treaty of Partition!

That stroke (for all King WILLIAM'S care!) Begat another tedious war!

"MATTHEW, who knew the whole intrigue, Ne'er much approved that mystic League! In the vile Utrecht Treaty too,

Poor man! he found enough to do!
Sometimes, to me he did apply;
But downright Dunstable was I!

And told him, where they were mistaken;
And counselled him to save his bacon!
"But (pass his politics and prose!)

I never herded with his foes!
Nay! in his verses, as a friend,

I still found something to commend!
Sir! I excused his Nut Brown Maid;
Whate'er severer critics said!

Too far, I own, the Girl was tried!
The women, all were on my side!
For Alma I returned him thanks;
I liked her with her little pranks!
Indeed, poor SOLOMON in rhyme,
Was much too grave to be sublime!"

'PINDAR and DAMON Scorn transition, So on he ran a new division!

Till, out of breath, he turned to spit
(Chance often helps us more than Wit!).

T'other that lucky moment took;

Just nicked the time, broke in, and spoke.

"Of all the gifts the Gods afford
(If we may take old TULLY's word!),
The greatest is a friend! whose love
Knows how to praise, and when reprove.
From such a treasure never part;
But hang the jewel on your heart!

"And, pray, Sir! (it delights me!) tell,
You know this Author mighty well?"

"Know him! D'ye question it? Ods-fish! Sir! Does a beggar know his dish?

I loved him!

As I told you, I

Advised him!" Here, a stander-by
Twitched DAMON gently by the cloak;
And thus unwilling silence broke:

"DAMON! 'tis time we should retire!
The man you talk with is MAT. PRIOR!"'

Patron through life; and from thy birth, my friend! DORSET! to thee, this Fable let me send! With DAMON'S lightness weigh thy solid worth; The Foil is known to set the Diamond forth! Let the feigned Tale this real Moral give! How many DAMONS, how few DORSETS, live!

WHAT! put off with one denial! And not make a second trial! You might see my eyes consenting! All about me was relenting! Women, obliged to dwell in forms, Forgive the Youth who boldly storms!

Lovers! when you sigh and languish, When you tell us of your anguish ; To the Nymph, you'll be more pleasing, When those sorrows you are ceasing! We love to try, how far Men dare; And never wish the foe should spare!