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Thy sure attendants were, and at thy voice
So plains the restless Philomel, her nest
Wise niggard of his strength. Yet all thy care,
and menaced with his plant.
But, alas! 'Twas thy hard fate, Twangdillo ! to receive His ponderous trunk : on thee, on helpless thee, Headlong and heavy the foul monster fell.
Beneath a mountain's weight, the unhappy bard Lay prostrate, nor was more renowned thy song, O seer of Thrace !! nor more severe thy fate. His vocal shell, the solace and support Of wretched age, gave one melodious scream, And in a thousand fragments strewed the plain. The nymphs, sure friends to his harmonious mirth, Fly to his aid, his hairy breast expose To each refreshing gale, and with soft hands His temples chafe ; at their persuasive touch His fleeting soul returns ; upon his rump He sat disconsolate ; but when, alas ! He viewed the shattered fragments, down again He sunk expiring : by their friendly care Once more revived, he thrice essayed to speak, And thrice the rising sobs his voice subdued, Till thus, at last, his wretched plight he mourned :
Good eating expedient for heroes. Homer praised for keep
ing a table. Hobbinol triumphant. Ganderetta's bill of fare. Panegyric upon ale. Gossiping over a bottle. Compliment to Mr. John Philips. Ganderetta's perplexity discovered by Hobbinol ; his consolatory speech ; compares himself to Guy, Earl of Warwick. Ganderetta encouraged ; strips for the race; her amiable figure. Fusca, the Gypsy ; her dirty figure. Tabitha ; her great reputation for speed. Tabitha carries weight.
* * The smock race. Tabitha's fall. Fusca's short triumph ; her humiliation. Ganderetta's matchless speed. Hobbinol lays the prize at her feet. Their mutual triumph. The vicissitude of human affairs experienced by Hobbinol. Mopsa, formerly his servant, with her two children, appears to him. Mopsa's speech ; assaults Ganderetta ; her flight. Hobbinol's prodigious fright ; is taken into cus. tody by constables, and dragged to Sir Rhadamanth's.
GOOD EATING EXPEDIENT FOR HEROES.-AGAMEMNON.
Though some of old, and some of modern date, Penurious, their victorious heroes fed With barren praise alone ; yet thou, my muse ! Benevolent, with more indulgent eyes Behold the immortal Hobbinol ; reward With due regalement his triumphant toils. Let Quixote's hardy courage and renown With Sancho's prudent care be meetly joined.
O thou, of bards supreme, Mæonides !! What well-fed heroes grace thy hallowed page ! Laden with glorious spoils, and gay with blood Of slaughtered hosts, the victor chief returns. Whole Troy before him fled, and men and gods Opposed in vain : for the brave man, whose arm Repelled his country's wrongs, ev'n he, the great Atrides, 2 king of kings, ev'n he prepares With his own royal hand the sumptuous feast. Full to the brim, the brazen cauldrons smoke, Through all the busy camp the rising blaze
TWANGDILLO'S LAMENT FOR HIS FIDDLE.
Sweet instrument of mirth! sole comfort left To my declining years ! whose sprightly notes Restored my vigor and renewed my bloom ; Soft healing balm to every wounded heart ! Despairing, dying swains, from the cold ground Upraised by thee, at thy melodious call, With ravished ears received the flowing joy. Gay pleasantry, and care-beguiling joke,
With native honor, and resistless rage.
Attests their joy ; heroes and kings forego
THE MAY-DAY FEAST. - RCRAL CHEER.
In like triumphant port Sat the victorious Hobbinol ; the crowd Transported view, and bless their glorious chief : All Kiftsgate sounds his praise with joint acclaim. Him every voice, him every knee confess, In merit, as in right, their king. Upon The flowery turf, earth's painted lap, are spread The rural dainties ; such as Nature boon Presents with lavish hand, or such as owe To Ganderetta's care their grateful taste Delicious. For she long since prepared To celebrate this day, and with good cheer To grace his triumphs. Crystal gooseberries Are piled on heaps ; in vain the parent tree Defends her luscious fruit with pointed spears. The ruby-tinctured corinth clustering hangs, And emulates the grape ; green codlings float In dulcet creams : nor wants the last year's store ; The hardy nut, in solid mail secure, Impregnable to winter's frosts, repays Its hoarder's caro. The custard's jellied flood, Impatient youth, with greedy joy, devours. Cheesecakes and pies, in various forms upraised, In well-built pyramids aspiring stand. (suade Black hams and tongues, that speechless can perTo ply the brisk carouse, and cheer the soul With jovial draughts. Nor does the jolly god Deny his precious gifts; here jocund swains, In uncouth mirth delighted, sporting quaff Their native beverage ; in the brimming glass The liquid amber smiles. AN OUTBURST OF PATRIOTISM UPON THE FRENCH. THE SPANISH ARMADA. -BRITAIN SALVABLE BY BEER.
Britons, no more Dread your invading foes ; let the false Gaul, Of rule insatiate, potent to deceive, And great by subtile wiles, from the adverse shore Pour forth his numerous hosts ; Iberia ! join Thy towering fleets ; once more aloft display Thy consecrated banners ; fill thy sails With prayers and vows, most formidably strong In holy trumpery ; let old Ocean groan Beneath the proud Armada, vainly deemed Invincible ; yet fruitless all their toils, Vain every rash effort, while our fat glebe, Of barley grain productive, still supplies The flowing treasure, and with sums immense Supports the throne ; while this rich cordial warms The farmer's courage,- arms his stubborn soul
THE REVELRY. - MEAD ; GIRLS, WOMEN, SCANDAL, WANTON
NESS, - CIDER ; PHILIPS. Here, in a merry knot combined, the nymphs Pour out mellifluous streams, the balmy spoils Of the laborious bee. The modest maid But coyly sips, and blushing drinks, abashed : Each lover with observant eye beholds Her graceful shame, and at her glowing cheeks Rekindles all his fires ; but matrons sage, Better experienced, and instructed well In midnight mysteries, and feast-rites old, Grasp the capacious bowl ; nor cease to draw The spumy nectar. Healths of gay import Fly merrily about ; now scandal sly, Insinuating, gilds the specious tale With treacherous praise, and with a double face Ambiguous wantonness demurely sneers : Till circling brimmers every veil withdraw, And dauntless impudence appears unmasked. Others apart, in the cool shade retired, Silurian cider quaff, by that great bard Ennobled, who first taught my grovelling muse To mount aërial. 0! could I but raise My feeble voice to his exalted strains, Or to the height of this great argument, The generous liquid in each line should bound Spirituous, nor oppressive cork subdue Its foaming rage ; but, to the lofty theme Unequal, muse, decline the pleasing task. Thus they luxurious, on the grassy turf, Revelled at large ; while naught around was heard But mirth confused, and undistinguished joy, And laughter far resounding. HOPES AND FEARS OF AMBITIOX.
Serious care Found here no place, to Ganderetta's breast Retiring ; there with hopes and fears perplexed Her fluctuating mind. Hence the soft sigh Escapes unheeded, spite of all her art ; The trembling blushes on her lovely cheeks Alternate ebb and flow ; from the full glass She fies abstemious, shuns the untasted feast. But careful Hobbinol, whose amorous eye From hers ne'er wandered, haunting still the place Where his dear treasure lay, discovered soon Her secret woe, and bore a lover's part. Compassion melts his soul ; her glowing cheeks He kissed, enamored, and her panting heart He pressed to his ; then with these soothing words, Tenderly smiling, her faint hopes revived.
Courage, my fair ! the splendid prize is thine. Indulgent fortune will not damp our joys, Nor blast the glories of this happy day. Hear me, ye swains ! yo men of Kiftsgate ! hear : Though great the honors by your hands conferred, These royal ornaments, though great the force Of this puissant arm, as all must own, Who saw this day the bold Gorgonius fall ;
Tet rere I more renowned for feats of arms, Her comrade once, they many a merry prank
Sharp-biting grain, where amicably join
THE MASTER OF THE RING, MILOSIDES ; HIS PROCESSIOX, All earthly grandeur, wander through the world
MUSIC, AND ARRANGEMENTS. A grond pilgrim in the lonesome den,
Room for the master of the ring ; ye swains ! Am roky cave, with these my royal bands Divide your crowded ranks. See ! there on high Berrip the cold streams with herbs and roots content, The glittering prize, on the tall standard borne, Mean sustenance ; could I by this but gain Waving in air ; before him march in files For the dear fair, the prize ber heart desires. The rural minstrelsy, the rattling drum Believe me, charming maid! I'd be a worm, Of solemn sound, and th' animating horn, The meapest innect, and the lowest thing
Each huntsman's joy; the tabor and the pipe, The world despines, to enhance thy fame.'
Companion dear at feasts, whose cheerful notes so ebeered he his fair queen, and she was cheered. Give life and motion to the unwieldy clown. GASDELITTA PREPARES FOR THE RACE. — HER BEATTY.
Even age revives, and the pale, (puling] maid
Feels ruddy health rekindling on her cheeks, Sow with a noble confidence inspired
And with new vigor trips it o'er the plain ;
Counting each careful step, he paces o'er
Th'allotted ground, and fixes at the goal the abines unclouded in her native charms.
His standard ; there himself majestic swells. Her plaited hair behind her in a brede
Stretched in a line, the panting rivals wait More lovely, when the new-born light salutes
Th' expected signal, with impatient eyes The joyful earth, impurpling half the skies.
Measure the space between, and in conceit Her heaving breast, through the thin covering
Already grasp the warm contested prize. viewed,
Now all at once rush forward to the goal ! Fixed each beholder's eye ; her taper (limbs),
And step by step, and side by side, they ply And lineaments exact, would mock the skill
Their busy feet, and leave the crowd behind. Of Phidias ; nature alone can form
Quick heaves each breast, and quick they shoot Huch due proportion. To compare with her,
along Oread, or Dryad, or of Delia's train,
Through the divided air, and bound it o'er the plain. Fair virgin huntress for the chase arrayed
To this, to that, capricious fortune deals With painted quiver and unerring bow,
Short hopes, short fears, and momentary joy. Were but to lessen her superior mien,
The breathless throng, with open throats, pursue,
And broken accents shout imperfect praise. And goddess-like deport. The master's hand,
Such noise confused is heard, such wild uproar, Rare artisan! with proper shades improves
When on the main the swelling surges rise,
Dash on the rocks, and, hurrying through the flood,
Drive on each other's backs, and crowd the strand. FUSCA AND TABITHA, HER COMPETITORS, DESCRIBED. Before the rest tall Tabitha was seen Fusca the brown appears, with greedy eye
Stretching amain, and whirling o'er the field ; View, the rich prize, her tawny front erects
Swift as the shooting star that gilds the night Audacious, and with her legs unclean,
With rapid, transient blaze, she runs,
she flies ; Booted with grim, and with her freckled skin,
Sudden she stops, nor longer can endure Offends the crowd. She of the gypsy train
The painful course, but, drooping, sinks away, Had wandered long, and the sun's scorching rays
And like that falling meteor, there she lies, Imbrowned her visage grim ; artful to view
A jelly cold on earth. Fusca with joy The spreading palm, and with vile cant deceive
Beheld her wretched plight; o'er the pale corse The lovesick maid, who barters all her store
Insulting bounds ; hope gave her wings, and now, For airy visions and fallacious hope.
Exerting all her speed, step after step, Gorgonius, if the current fame say true,
1 Tewksbury, in the vale of Evesham, where the Avon
runs into the Severn. 1 Oreads were mountain-nymphs ; Dryads, wood-nymphs; 2 The author's vulgar fling at the dissenters, and their Delia was a name for Diana, born in the isle of Delos. school at Tewksbury, some thirty-one lines, is omitted.-- J.
FINDS HIM OUT.
THE TRIUMPH OF GANDERETTA.
At Ganderetta's elbow urged her way,
Looks big and shouts amain, mad with the taste Her shoulder pressing, and with poisonous breath Of power supreme, frail empire of a day ! Tainting her ivory neck. Long while had held That with the setting sun extinct is lost. The sharp contest, had not propitious (fate),
FORTUNE IS CAPRICIOUS. - REVERSES. - HOBBINOL'S SIN With partial hands, to such transcendant charms Dispensed its favors. For as o'er the green
Nor is thy grandeur, mighty Hobbinol ! The careless gypsy, with incautious speed,
Of longer date. Short is, alas ! the reign Pushed forward, and her rival fair had reached, Of mortal pride ; we play our parts a while, With equal pace, and only not o'erpassed –
And strut upon the stage ; the scene is changed, Haply she treads where late the merry train, And offers us a dungeon for a throne. In wasteful luxury and wanton joy,
Wretched vicissitude ! for, after all Lavish had spilt the cider's frothy flood,
His tinsel dreams of empire and renown, And mead with custard mixed. Surprised, appalled, Fortune, capricious dame, withdraws at once And in the treacherous puddle struggling long, The goodly prospect, to his eyes presents She slipped, she fell ; upon her back, supine, Her, whom his conscious soul abhorred and feared ! Extended lay ; the laughing multitude,
APPARITION OF THE INJURED MOPSA AND HER BABES. With noisy scorn, approved her just disgrace.
Lo ! pushing through the crowd, a meagre forin
With hasty step, and visage incomposed !
Wildly she stared : rage sparkled in her eyes,
And poverty sat shrinking on her cheeks. Borne on the wings of wind the dear one flies,
Yet through the cloud that hung upon her brows Swift as the various goddess, nor less bright
A faded lustre broke, that dimly shone, In beauty's prime; when through the yielding air
Shorn of its beams, — the ruins of a face, She darts along, and with refracted rays
Impaired by time, and shattered by misfortunes. Paints the gay clouds ; celestial messenger,
A froward babe hung at her flabby breast, Charged with the high behests of heaven's great
And tugged for life ; but wept, with hideous moan, queen.2
His frustrate hopes, and unavailing pains. Her at the goal with open arms received
Another o'er her bending shoulder peeped, Fond Hobbinol ; with active leap he seized
Swaddled around with rays of various hue. The costly prize, and laid it at her feet,
He kens his comrade twin with envious eye, Then pausing stood, dumb with excess of joy.
As of his share defrauded ; then amain Expressive silence ! for each tender glance
He also screams, and to his brother's cries
In doleful concert joins his loud laments.
0, dire effects of lawless love! O sting Upon a little eminence, whose top
of pleasure past! As when a full-freight ship, O'erlooked the plain, a steep, but short ascent,
Blest in a rich return of pearls or gold, Placed in a chair of state, with garlands crowned,
Of fragrant spice, or silks of costly dye, And loaded with the fragrance of the spring,
Makes to the wished-for port with swelling sails, Fair Ganderetta shone ; like mother Eve
And all her gaudy trim displayed ; o'erjoyed In her gay sylvan lodge, delicious bower!
The master smiles ; but if from some small creek Where Nature's wanton hand, above the reach
A lurking corsair the rich quarry spies, Of rule, or art, had lavished all her store
With all her sails bears down upon her prey, To deck the flowery roof; and at her side
And peals of thunder from her hollow sides Imperial Hobbinol, with front sublime,
Check his triumphant course, - aghast he stands Great as a Roman consul, just returned
Stiffened with fear, unable to resist, From cities sacked, and provinces laid waste,
And impotent to fly; all his fond hopes In his paternal wicker sat enthroned.
Are dashed at once ! naught now, alas ! remains PUBLIC APPLAUSE. - ITS HOLLOWNESS.
But the sad choice of slavery or death! With eager eyes the crowd about them press, So fared it with the hapless Hobbinol, Ambitious to behold the happy pair.
In the full blaze of his triumphant joy Each voice, each instrument proclaims their joy Surprised by her, whose dreadful face alone With loudest vehemence : such noise is heard, Could shake his steadfast soul. In vain he turns Such a tumultuous din, when, at the call
And shifts his place averse ; she haunts him still, Of Britain's sovereign, the rustic bands
And glares upon him with her haggard eyes, O'erspread the fields ; the subtle candidates That fiercely spoke her wrongs. Dissembled homage pay, and court the fools
MOPSA'S INVECTIVE. - STORY OF HER SEDUCTION. Whom they despise ; each proud majestio clown
Words swelled with sighs 1 Iris, the rainbow, messenger of the gods.
9 Juno. At length burst forth, and thus she storms enraged :
THE STORY OF SIN. - SIMILE OF THE PIRATE SHIP-HOB
MOPSA FLIES AT GAUDERETTA.
• Know'st thou not me? false man ! not to know me And boding owls proclaimed the dire event. Argues thyself unknowing of thyself,
And yet I love thee. — 0 ! couldst thou behold
Why waste I here these unavailing tears?
On this thy minion, on this tawdry thing ; Inseparable guests, have thus disguised
On this gay victim, thus with garlands crowned, Thy once-beloved, thy handmaid dear; if thine
All, all my vengeance fall! Ye lightnings, blast And fortune's frowns have blasted all my charms; That face accursed, the source of all my woe ! If here no roses grow, no lilies bloom,
Arm, arm, ye furies ! arm ; all hell break loose ! Nor rear their heads on this neglected face ; While thus I lead you to my just revenge, If through the world I range a slighted shade, And thus' — Up starts the astonished Hobbinol The ghost of what I was, forlorn, unknown; To save his better half. “Fly, fly,' he cries, At least know these. See ! this sweet simpering Fly, my dear life ! the fiend's malicious rage.' Dear image of thyself ; see ! how it sprunts [babe, With joy at thy approach ! see, how it gilds Its soft, smooth face, with false paternal smiles ! Native deceit, from thee, base man, derived !
Borne on the wings of fear, away she bounds, Or view this other elf, in every art
And in the neighboring village pants forlorn. Of smiling fraud, in every treacherous leer,
So the coursed hare to the close covert flies, The very Hobbinol ! ah ! cruel man !
Still trembling, though secure. Poor Hobbinol
A multitude, with huge, herculean clubs,
Half dead he stands ; no friends dare interpose, On that devoted head, if e'er thy heart
But bow dejected to the imperial scroll : Proved haggard to my love, if e'er thy hand
Such is the force of law. While conscious shame Declined the nuptial bond ? but, 0! too well,
Sits heavy on his brow, they view the wretch Too well, alas ! my throbbing breast perceived
To Rhadamanth's august tribunal dragged. The black impending storm ; the conscious moon
Good Rhadamanth! to every wanton clown Veiled in a sable cloud her modest face,
Severe – indulgent only to himself.
GANDERETTA ESCAPES AND HIDES HERSELF. - HOBBINOL IS
ARRESTED AND CONVEYED TO JUDGMENT.