While all their hours were pass'd between 60 Thus, as her faults each day were known,2 Or thins her lip, or points her nose: 65 How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes! Her face is grown a knowing phiz; And though her fops are wondrous civil, 70 3 Now, to perplex the ravell'd noose, And, rifling every youthful grace, The glass, grown hateful to her sight, 1 After this line, followed in the first edition : She, in her turn, became perplexing, Thus every hour was pass'd, &c. 75 80 2 Var.-Each day, the more her faults were known.-First edition. 3 Thus to perplex, &c.-First edition. In vain she tries her paste and creams, Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack The rest of life with anxious Jack, 85 90 95 100 A NEW SIMILE IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT. [1765, or earlier. See Introduction to 'The Double Transformation,' p. 84.] LONG had I sought in vain to find' 1 Var.-I long had rack'd my brains to find.-First edition. 2 The Rev. Andrew Tooke's Pantheon,' a popular illustrated mytho logy of the time.—ED. 5 But let us not proceed too furious ;- Imprimis; pray observe his hat, With wit that's flighty, learning light; In the next place, his feet peruse, Lastly, vouchsafe t'observe his hand, 10 15 20 25 30. 35 Moreover Merc'ry had a failing: Well! what of that? out with it-stealing; In which all modern bards agree,1 Being each as great a thief as he. 60 But ev'n this deity's existence Shall lend my simile assistance: Our modern bards! why, what a pox * J. B.2 AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. [This burlesque elegy is supposed to have been first printed in the Vicar of Wakefield (chap. xvii.), 1766; though probably it was written about the time of the popular scare concerning mad dogs (1760), which Goldsmith has otherwise immortalized in his Citizen of the World,' letter lxix. Mr. Croker has pointed out that this and the similarly constructed Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize' (p. 81), are close imitations of the popular French song 'Le fameux La Galisse, homme imaginaire.'-ED.] Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous short,- 1 Var.-In which our scribbling bards agree.-First edition. 2 The poem in both editions of the Essays' has this signature. Evans dropped it out; and Percy, and the rest, have followed Evans; but, as a possible clue to the original publication, we now restore it. Perhaps "J. B." stands for " Jack Book-worm," the name of the hero of The Double Transformation,' which appeared with this poem in the 'Essays.'-ED. In Isling town there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran,— Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes: The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. 5 10 And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, 15 |