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Well! suppose it a bounce--sure a poet may try,
To go on with my tale—as 1 gaz'd on the Haunch, I thought of a friend that was trusty and stanch, So I cut it, and sent it to Reynolds undressed, To paint it, or eat it, just as he lik'd best. Of the neck and the breast I had next to dispose; 'Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's; But in parting with these I was puzzled again, With the how, and the who, and the where, and the when. There's II-d, and C-y, and II-rtlı, and II—ff, I think they love ven’son-I know they love beef. There's my countryman, Iliggins-Oh! let him alone, For making a blunder or picking a bone. But hang it—to poets who seldom can eat, Your very good mutton's a very good treat; Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It's like sending them ruffes, when wanting a shirt. $ While thus I debated, in reverie centred, An aequaintance, a friend as he call’d himself, enterd; An under bred, fine-spoken fellow was he, And he smild as he look'd at the Ven’son and me.
* Lord Clare's nephew.
† [" There's Coley, and Williams, and lIoward, and list.”-First edit.)
(Dr. Paul Hiffernan. For an account of this eccentric character, see Life, ch. xx]
$("Such dainties to them! It would look like a flirt.
Like sending 'em rulls when wanting a shirt." -First edit.] $("A fine-spoken Custona house officer he,
Who smil'd as he gazd on the Ven'son and me."-- Ibid.)
t have we got hee?-_Why, this is good eatirng!
that be the case then,” cried he, very gay, glad I have taken this house in my way. -rrow you take a poor dinner with me; rds—I insist on't—precisely at three: have Johnson and Burke; all the wits will be there; quaintance is slight, or I'd ask my Lord Clare. ow that I think on't, as I am a sinner! inted this Ven’son to make out a dinner. say you—a pasty ?-it shall, and it must,* my wife, little Kitty, is famous for crust. porter !—this Ven’son with me to Mile-end; rring,—I beg, my dear friend,—my dear friend !"| snatching his hat, he brush'd off like the wind, he porter and estibles follow'd behind.
; alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf,
I'll take no denial-you shall and you must.”—First edit.]
So next day, in due splendor to make my approach,
When come to the place where we all were to dine, (A chair-lumber'd closet, just twelve feet by nine ;) My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite dumb, With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come; “For I knew it," he cried, "both eternally fail, The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale; But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party, With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty. The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew, They both of them merry, and authors like you ; * The one writes the Suarler,' the other the Scourge:' Some think he writes · Cinna'-he owns to · Panurge.'” While thus he describ'd them by trade and by name, They enter'd, and dinner was serv'd as they came.
At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen, At the bottom was tripe, in a swingeing tureen; · At the sides there was spinage, and pudding made hot; In the middle, a place where the Pasty-was not.f Now, my Lord, as for tripe, it's my utter aversion, And your
bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian;
*[** Who dabble and write in the papers like you." - First edit.)
"The tripe," quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek,
Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that;"
("Your tripe!" quoth the Jew, "if the truth I may speak,
I could eat of this tripe seven days in the week.”—First edit. )
+ [Lord Clare was a man of parts, a poet, and a facetious companion. Almon observes, that his poems breathe the true Horation fire, but are more than half unknown. A volume of them was published anonymously by Dodsley in 1739, entitled “Odes and Epistles.” Several other poems of his Lordship are printed in Dodsley's Collection, and in the New Foundling Hospital for Wit. His only daughter married the first Marquis of Buckingham, on whose second son the title of Baron Nugent de polved. He died in 1788.– See Nichols, Lit. Anec , vol. viii p 2, and Croker's Boswrll, vol. ii. p. 123.]