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Thy sure attendants were, and at thy voice
All nature smiled. But, 0, this band no more
Shall touch thy wanton strings ; no more with lays
Alternate, from oblivion dark redeem
The mighty dead, and vindicate their fame.
Vain are thy toils, 0 Hobbinol ! and all
Thy triumphs vain. Who shall record, brave man!
Thy bold exploits ? who shall thy grandeur tell,
Supreme of Kiftsgate? See thy faithful bard,
Despoiled, undone. O cover me, ye hills !
Whose vocal cliffs were taught my joyous song.
Or thou, fair nymph, Avona, on whose banks
The frolic crowd, led by my numerous strains,
Their orgies kept, and frisked it o'er the green,
Jocund and gay, while thy remurmuring streams
Danced by, well pleased. O! let thy friendly waves
O'erwhelm a wretch, and hide this head accursed !'

So plains the restless Philomel, her nest
And callow young, the tender growing hope
Of future harmony, and frail return
For all her cares, to barbarous churls a prey ;
Darkling she sings, the woods repeat her moan.


Wise niggard of his strength. Yet all thy care,
O Hobbinol ! availed not to prevent
One hapless blow ; o'er his strong guard the plant
Lapped pliant, and its knotty point impressed
His nervous chine ; he wreathed him to and fro
Convolved ; yet, thus distressed, intrepid bore
His hilts aloft, and guarded well his head.
So when the unwary clown, with hasty step,
Crushes the folded snake, her wounded parts
Grovelling she trails along, but her high crest
Erect she bears ; in all its speckled pride
She swells inflamed, and with her forky tongue
Threatens destruction. With like eager haste,
The impatient Hobbinol, whom excessive pain
Stung to his heart, a speedy vengeance vowed;
Nor wanted long the means : a feint he made
With well-dissembled guile, his battered shins
Marked with his eyes,

and menaced with his plant.
Gorgonius, whose long-suffering legs scarce bore
His cumbrous bulk, to his supporters frail
Indulgent, soon the friendly hilts opposed ;
Betrayed, deceived, on his unguarded crest
The stroke delusive fell ; a dismal groan
Burst from his hollow chest ; his trembling hands
Forsook the hilts ; across the spacious ring
Backward he reeled ; the crowd affrighted fly
To escape the falling ruin.

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.


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


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,

1 Orpheus.

1 Homer.

2 Agamemnon.

With native honor, and resistless rage.
Thus vaunt the crowd, each freeborn heart o'erflows
With Britain's glory and his cou

y's love.

Attests their joy ; heroes and kings forego
Their state and pride, and at his elbow wait
Obsequious. On a polished charger placed,
The bulky chine, with plenteous fat inlaid
Of golden hue, magnificently shines,
The choicest morsels severed to the gods.
The hero next, well paid for all his wounds,
The rich repast divides with Jove ; from out
The sparkling bowl he draws the generous wine,
Unmixed, unmeasured ; with unstinted joy
His heart o'erflows.


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


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
Asi kosztiz prowess, than that migbty Guy, Together played, and many a mile bad strolled,
> fans in antique song, Tiarwick's great eail, For him fit mate. Next Tabitha the tall
W14 sew the giant Cylbrand, in fierce fight Strode o'er the plain, with huge gigantic pace,
Maistaichi a summer's day, and freed this realm And overlooked the crowd ; known far and near
Prun Inuish russa la ge ; — his ponderous sword, For matchless speed, she many a prize had won;
And many exar, attest the glorious deed ; Pride of that neighboring mart, for mustard famed,
So its bie bospitable soul is seen

Sharp-biting grain, where amicably join
In that spacious cauldron, whose large freight The sister floods, and with their liquid arms
! Mizat feast a province ; – yet were I like him, Greeting, embrace. *
The nation's pride, like him I could forego

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 ;
Her books armure success, now stripped of all
Her eumbrous vestments, beauty's vain disguise,

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

Hung carelers; with becoming grace each blush
Varied her cheeks, than the gay rising dawn

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,
His lively coloring ; so here, to grace
Her brighter charms, next her upon the plain,

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.




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 !
As the sleek leveret skims before the pack,
So flies the nymph, and so the crowd pursue.

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
Betrayed the raptures that his tongue concealed.

In doleful concert joins his loud laments.
Less mute the crowd, in echoing shouts, applaud
Her speed, her beauty, his obsequious love.


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 :



• 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
Puffed up with pride, and bloated with success. That image dwelling in my heart ! but why,
Is injured Mopsa then so soon forgot ?

Why waste I here these unavailing tears?
Thou knew'st me once, ah ! woe is me! thou didst.
But if laborious days and slecpless nights;
If hunger, cold, contempt, and penury,

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
Wicked, ingrate ! and couldst thou then so soon, More grievous ills attend : around him press
So soon forget that * * fatal [hour] when me * *

A multitude, with huge, herculean clubs,
Thy artful wiles betrayed ? was there a star, Terrific band ! the royal mandate these
By which thou didst not swear ? was there a curse, Insulting show : arrested and amazed,
A plague on earth, thou didst not then invoke

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.



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