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O memory! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,

And turning all the past to pain:

Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing,

Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;

And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.t

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The wretch condemn'd with life to part,

Still, still on Hope relies;

And every pang that rends the heart,

Bides expectation rise. §

* [From the oratorio of the Captivity, written in 1764. See p. 94, in the present volume, and Life, ch. xiv.]

+ [In the original MS., in the possession of Mr. Murray:

"Hence, deceiver! most distressing,

Seek the happy and the free;

They who want each other blessing,

Ever want a friend in thee."]

[Also from the oratorio of the Captivity. See p. 100.]

§ [Originally

"Fatigued with life, yet loth to part,

On hope the wretch relies;

And every blow that sinks the heart

Bids the deluder rise.

Hope, like the taper's gleaming light,

Adorns the wretch's way," &c.]

In Mr. Murray's MS. the stanza runs thus:

Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;

And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.

A TALE.*

Secluded from domestic strife,
Jack Bookworm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five

Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.†

Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,
Could any accident impair?
Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix
Our swain, arrived at thirty-six?
O! had the Archer ne'er come down

To ravage in a country town!

Or Flavia been content to stop
At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop!

[To the last moment of his breath,

On hope the wretch relies;

And e'en the pang preceding death

Bids expectation rise.

"Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,

Adorns and cheers our way, &c."]

[Printed in the volume of Essays which appeared in 1765.].

[Here followed, in the first edition:

"Without politeness, aim'd at breeding,
And augh'd at pedantry and reading."]

O, had her eyes forgot to blaze!
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze;
O! But let exclamations cease,
Her presence banish'd all his peace.*
So with decorum all things carried;

Miss frown'd and blush'd, and then was-married.

Need we expose to vulgar sight
The raptures of the bridal night?
Need we intrude on hallow'd ground,
Or draw the curtains clos'd around?
Let it suffice, that each had charms;
He clasp'd a goddess in his arms:
And, though she felt his usage rough,t
Yet, in a man, 'twas well enough.

The honey-moon like lightning flew;
The second brought its transports too:
A third, a fourth, were not amiss,
The fifth was friendship mix'd with bliss:
But when a twelvemonth pass'd away,
Jack found his goddess made of clay;

[Here followed, in the first edition:

"Our alter'd parson now began
To be a perfect lady's man;
Made sonnets, lisp'd his sermons o'er,
And told the tales oft told before;
Of bailiffs pump'd and proctors bit;
At college how he show'd his wit;
And as the fair one still approv'd,
He fell in love-or thought it love,
So, &c."

The allusion to the "bailiffs pump'd" applies to an incident in the Poet's own college

Career.

See Life, ch. iii.]

["And though she felt his visage rough."-Orig.]

Found half the charms that deck'd her face
Arose from powder, shreds, or lace:
But still the worst remain'd behind,
That very face had robb'd her mind.

Skill'd in no other arts was she,
But dressing, patching, repartee;
And, just as humor rose or fell,
By turns a slattern or a belle.
'Tis true she dress'd with modern grace,
Half naked at a ball or race;

But when at home, at board or bed,
Five greasy night-caps wrapp'd her head.
Could so much beauty condescend
To be a dull domestic friend?
Could any curtain lectures bring
To decency so fine a thing?

In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting;
By day, 'twas gadding or coquetting.
Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy

Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy;

The 'squire and captain took their stations,

And twenty other near relations:

Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke

A sigh in suffocating smoke;†

While all their hours were pass'd between Insulting repartee or spleen.

Thus as her faults each day were known,

He thinks her features coarser grown;

He fancies every vice she shows,

Or thins her lip, or points her nose:
Whenever rage or envy rise,-

How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes!
He knows not how, but so it is,

Her face is grown a knowing phiz;
And, though her fops are wond'rous civil,
He thinks her ugly as the devil.

Now to perplex the ravell'd noose, As each a different way pursues, While sullen or loquacious strife Promised to hold them on for life, That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower :Lo! the small pox, whose horrid glare Levell'd its terrors at the fair; And, rifling every youthful grace, Left but the remnant of a face.

The glass, grown hateful to her sight,

Reflected now a perfect fright:

Each former art she vainly tries
To bring back lustre to her eyes;
In vain she tries her paste and creams,
To smooth her skin, or hide its seams;
Her country beaux and city cousins,
Lovers no more, flew off by dozens;
The squire himself was seen to yield,
And ev'n the captain quit the field.

Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack The rest of life with auxious Jack,