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Bent on some mortgage (to avoid reproach) Columns with plain magnificence appear,
He seeks by-streets, and saves th' expensive coach. And graceful porches lead along the square :
Soft, at low doors, old lechers tap their cane, Here oft my course I bend; when, lo! from far
For fair recluse, who travels Drury-lane;

I spy the furies of the foot-ball war:
Here roams uncomb'd the lavish rake, to shun The prentice quits his shop, to join the crew,
His Fleet-street draper's everlasting dun.

Increasing crowds the flying game pursue. Careful observers, studious of the town,

Thus, as you roll the ball o'er snowy ground, Shun the misfortunes that disgrace the clown; The gathering globe augments with every round. l'ntempted, they contemn the juggler's feats,

But whither shall I run ? the throng draws pigh, Pass by the Meuse, nor try the thimble's cheats ;* The ball now skims the street, now soars on high; When drays bound high, they never cross behind, The dext'rous glazier strong returns the bound, Where bubbling yest is blown by gusts of wind: And jingling sashes on the penthouse sound. And when up Ludgate-hill huge carts move slow, O, moving Muse! recall what wondrous year, Far from the straining steeds securely go,

When Winter reign'd in bleak Britannia's air;
Whose dashing hoofs behind them fling the mire, When hoary Thames, with frosted osiers crown'd,
And mark with muddy blots the gazing 'squire. Was three long moons in icy fetters bound.
The Parthian thus his javelin backward throws, The waterman, forlorn, along the shore,
And as he flies infests pursuing foes.

Pensive reclines upon his useless oar;
The thoughtless wits shall frequent forfeits pay, See harness'd steeds desert the stony town,
Who 'gainst the sentry's box discharge their tea. And wander roads unstable, not their own ;
Do thou some court or secret corner seek,

| Wheels o'er the harden'd waters smoothly glide, Nor Aush with shame the passing virgin's cheek. And rase with whiten'd tracks the slippery tide; Yet let me not descend to trivial song,

Here the fat cook piles high the blazing fire, Nor vulgar circumstance my verse prolong. And scarce the spit can turn the steer entire ; Why should I teach the maid, when torrents pour, Booths sudden hide the Thames, long streets appear, Her head to shelter from the sudden shower ? And numerous games proclaim the crowded fair. Nature will best her ready hand inform,

So, when a general bids the martial train With her spread petticoat to fence the storm. Spread their encampment o'er the spacious plain; Does not each walker know the warning sign, Thick rising tents a canvas city build, When wisps of straw depend upon the twine And the loud dice resound through all the field. Cross the close street, that then the paver's art 'Twas here the matron found a doleful fate : Renews the ways, denied to coach and cart? Let elegiac lay the woe relate, Who knows not that the coachman lashing by Soft as the breath of distant flutes, at hours Oft with his flourish cuts the heedless eye ; When silent evening closes up the flowers; And when he takes his stand, to wait a fare, Lulling as falling water's hollow noise ; His horses' foreheads shun the Winter's air? Indulging grief, like Philomela's voice. Nor will I roam where Summer's sultry rays

Doll every day had walk'd these treacherous Parch the dry ground, and spread with dust the ways;

Her neck grew warpt beneath autumnal loads With whirling gusts the rapid atoms rise,

of various fruit: she now a basket bore ; Smoke o'er the pavement, and involve the skies. | That head, alas! shall basket bear no more.

Winter my theme confines; whose nitry wind Each booth she frequent past, in quest of gain, Shall crust the slabby mire, and kennels bind; And boys with pleasure heard her shrilling strain. She bids the snow descend in flaky sheets,

Ah, Doll! all mortals must resign their breath, And in her hoary mantle clothe the strects. And industry itself submit to death! Let not the virgin tread these slippery roads, The cracking crystal yields ; she sinks, she dies, The gathering fleece the hollow patten loads; Her head, chopt off, from her lost shoulder flies; But if thy footsteps slide with clotted frost, Pippins she cried ; but death her voice confounds, Strike off the breaking balls against the post. And pip-pip-pip along the ice resounds. On silent wheels the passing coaches roll;

So, when the Thracian furies Orpheus tore, Oft look behind, and ward the threatening pole.

And left his bleeding trunk deform'd with gore, In harden'd orbs the school-boy moulds the snow,

His sever'd head floats down the silver tide,
To mark the coachman with a dext'rous throw. His yet warm tongue for his lost consort cried ;
Why do ye, boys, the kennel's surface spread,

Euridice with quivering voice he mourn'd,
To tempt with faithless path the matron's tread? And Heber's banks Euridice return'd.
How can you laugh to see the damsel spurn,

But now the western gale the flood unbinds,
Sink in your frauds, and her green stocking mourn? And blackening clouds move on with warmer winds;
At White's the harness'd chairman idly stands, The wooden town its frail foundation leaves,
And swings around his waist his tingling hands; Anu Thames' full urn rolls down his plenteous
The sempstress speeds to Change with red-lipt nose; I waves ;
The Belgian stove beneath her footstool glows; From every penthouse streams the fleeting snow,
In half-whipt muslin needles useless lie,

And with dissolving frost the pavements flow. And shuttle-cocks across the counter fly. (prove, Experienc'd men, inur'd to city ways, These sports warm harmless ; why then will ve Need not the calendar to count their days. Deluded maids, the dangerous flame of love? When through the town, with slow and solemn air

Where Covent-garden's famous temple stands, Led by the nostril, walks the muzzled bear; That boasts the work of Jones' immortal hands; Behind him moves, majestically dull,

The pride of Hockley-bole, the surly bull. * A cheat cominonly practised in the streets with three Learn hence the periods of the week to name, thimbles and a little ball.

Mondays and Thursdays are the days of game.

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When fishy stalls with double store are laid ; Here Arundel's fam'd structure rear'd its frame, The golden-bellied carp, the broad-finn'd maid, The street alone retains the empty name. Red-speckled trouts, the salmon's silver jowl, Where Titian's glowing paint the canvas warm'd, The jointed lobster, and unscaly sole,

And Raphael's fair design, with judgment charm'd, And luscious 'scallops to allure the tastes

Now hangs the bellman's song, and pasted here Of rigid zealots to delicious fasts;

The color'd prints of Overton appear. Wednesdays and Fridays, you'll observe from hence, Where statues breath'd the works of Phidias' hands, Days when our sires were doom'd to abstinence. A wooden pump, or lonely watch-house, stands. When dirty waters from balconies drop,

There Essex' stately pile adorn'd the shore, And dextrous damsels twirl the sprinkling mop, There Cecil's, Bedford's, Villiers', now no more. And cleanse the spatter'd sash, and scrub the stairs, Yet Burlington's fair palace still remains; Know Saturday's conclusive morn appears. Beauty within, without proportion, reigns.

Successive cries the seasons' change declare, Beneath his eye declining art revives, And mark the monthly progress of the year. The wall with animated picture lives; Hark! how the streets with treble voices ring, There Handel strikes the strings, the melting strain To sell the bounteous product of the Spring ! Transports the soul, and thrills through every vein; Sweet-smelling flowers, and elder's early bud, 'There oft I enter, (but with cleaner shoes,) With nettle's tender shoots, to cleanse the blood; For Burlington 's belov'd by every Muse. And, when June's thunder cools the sultry skies, O ye associate walkers! O my friends! E'en Sundays are profan'd by mack'rel cries. Upon your state what happiness attends!

Walnuts the fruiterer's hand in Autumn stain, What though no coach to frequent visit rolls, Blue plums and juicy pears augment his gain : Nor for your shilling chairmen sling their poles ; Next oranges the longing boys entice,

Yet still your nerves rheumatic pains defy, To trust their copper fortunes to the dice.

Nor lazy jaundice dulls your saffron eye ; When rosemary, and bays, the poet's crown, No wasting cough discharges sounds of death, Are bawl’d, in frequent cries, through all the town, Nor wheezing asthma heaves in vain for breath ; Then judge the festival of Christmas near, Nor from your restless couch is heard the groan Christmas, the joyous period of the year.

Of burning gout, or sedentary stone. Now with bright holly all your temples strow, Let others in the jolting coach confide, With laurel green, and sacred misletoe.

Or in the leaky boat the Thames divide; Now, hearen born Charity! thy blessings shed; Or, box'd within the chair, contemn the street, Bid meagre Want uprear her sickly head;

And trust their safety to another's feet : Bid shivering limbs be warm; let Plenty's bowl Still let me walk; for oft the sudden gale In humble roofs make glad the needy soul ! Ruffles the tide, and shifts the dangerous sail; See, see! the heaven-born maid her blessing shed; Then shall the passenger 100 late deplore Lo, meagre Want u prears her sickly head; | The whelming billow, and the faithless oar; Cloth'd are the naked, and the needy glad, | The drunken chairman in the kennel spurns, While selfish Avarice alone is sad.

The glasses shatters, and his charge o'erturns. Proud coaches pass, regardless of the moan Who can recount the coach's various harms, Of infant orphans, and the widow's groan; The legs disjointed, and the broken arms? While Charity still moves the walker's mind, I've seen a beau, in some ill-fated hour, His liberal purse relieves the lame and blind. When o'er the stones choak'd kennels swell the Judiciously thy hall-pence are bestow'd,

shower, Where the laborious beggar sweeps the road. In gilded chariot loll; he with disdain Whate'er you give, give ever at demand,

Views spatter'd passengers all drench'd in rains Nor let old age long stretch his palsied hand. With mud fill'd high, the rumbling cart draws near; Those who give late are importun'd each day, Now rule thy prancing steeds, lac'd charioteer: And still are teas'd, because they still delay. The dustman lashes on with spiteful rage, If e'er the miser durst his farthings spare,

His ponderous spokes thy painted wheel engage; He thinly spreads them through the public square, Crush'd is thy pride, down falls the shrieking beau, Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie, |The slabby pavement crystal fragments strow; And from each other catch the doleful cry; Black floods of mire th' embroider'd coat disgrace, With Heaven, for two-pence,cheaply wipes his score, And mud enwraps the honors of his face. Lifts up his eyes, and hastes to beggar more. So, when dread Jove the son of Phoebus hurld,

Where the brass-knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Scar'd with dark thunder, to the nether world, Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand; The headstrong coursers tore the silver reins, Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of Death,

And the Sun's beamy ruin gilds the plains.. Waits with impatience for the dying breath ;

If the pale walker pant with weakening ills, As vultures o'er the camp, with hovering flight, His sickly hand is storld with friendly bills : [fame, Snuff up the future carnage of the fight.

From hence he learns the seventh-born doctor's flere canst thou pass, unmindful of a prayer, From hence he learns the cheapest tailor's name. That Heaven in mercy may thy brother spare ? I Shall the large mutton smoke upon your boards?

Come, Fortescue, sincere, experienc'd friend, Such Newgate's copious market best affords. Thy briefs, thy deeds, and ev'n thy fees, suspend; Wouldst thou with mighty beef augment thy meal? Come, let us leave the Temple's silent walls, Seek Leaden-hall; St. James's sends thee veal; Me business to my distant lodging calls;

Thames-street gives eheeses ; Covent-garden, fruits ; Through the long Strand together let us stray ; Moorfields, old books; and Monmouth-street, old With thee conversing, I forget the way.

suits. Behold that narrow street which steep descends, Hence may'st thou well supply the wants of life, Whose building to the slimy shore extends; Support thy family, and clothe thy wife.

dod lie. Volumes on shelter'd stalls expanded lie, Summon at once thy courage, rouse thy care, And various science lures the learned eye;

Stand firm, look back, be resolute, beware. The bending shelves with ponderous scholiasts Forth issuing from steep lanes, the collier's steeds groan,

Drag the black load ; another cart succeeds ; And deep divines, to modern shops unknown; Team follows team, crowds heap'd on crowds appear, Here, like the bee, that on industrious wing And wait impatient till the road grow clear. Collects the various odors of the Spring,

Now all the pavement sounds with tramping feet Walkers at leisure, learning's flowers may spoil, And the mix'd hurry barricades the street. Nor watch the wasting of the midnight oil; Entangled here, the wagon's lengthen'd team May morals snatch from Plutarch's tatter'd page, Cracks the tough harness; here a ponderous bean A mildew'd Bacon, or Stagyra's sage :

Lies overturn'd athwart; for slaughter fed, Here sauntering prentices o'er Otway weep, Here lowing bullocks raise their horned head. O'er Congreve smile, or over D'Urfey sleep; Now oaths grow loud, with coaches coaches jar, Pleas'd semptresses the Lock's fam'd Rape unfold ; And the smart blow provokes the sturdy war; And Squirts * read Garth, till a pozens grow cold. From the high box they whirl the thong around, O Lintot! let my labors obvious lie,

And with the twining lash their shins resound: Rang'd on thy stall, for every curious eye!

Their rage ferments, more dangerous wounds they So shall the poor these precepts gratis know,

try, And to my verse their future safeties owe. And the blood gushes down their painful eve.

What walker shall his mean ambition fix And now on foot the frowning warriors light, On the false lustre of a coach and six ?

And with their ponderous fists renew the fight; Let the vain virgin, lur'd by glaring show, Blow answers blow, their cheeks are smear'd with Sigh for the liveries of th' embroider'd beau.

blood, See yon bright chariot on its braces swing, Till down they fall, and grappling roll in mud. With Flanders mares, and on an arched spring. So, when two boars, in wild Ytene * bred, That wretch, to gain an equipage and place, Or on Westphalia's fattening chestnuts fed, Betray'd his sister to a lewd embrace;

Gnash their sharp tusks, and, rous'd with equal fire, This coach, that with the blazon'd 'scutcheon glows, Dispute the reign of some luxurious mire; Vain of his unknown race, the coxcomb shows. In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er, Here the brib'd lawyer, sunk in velvet, sleeps ; Till their arm'd jaws distil with foam and gore. The starving orphan, as he passes, weeps ; | Where the mob gathers, swiftly shoot along, There flames a fool, begirt with tinsel slaves, Nor idly mingle in the noisy throng: Who wastes the wealth of a whole race of knaves; Lur'd by the silver hilt, amid the swarm, That other, with a clustering train behind,

The subtle artist will thy side disarm. Owes his new honors to a sordid mind !

Nor is the flaxen wig with safety worn; This next in court-fidelity excels,

High on the shoulder, in a basket borne, The public rifles, and his country sells.

Lurks the sly boy, whose hand, to rapine bred, May the proud chariot never be my fate,

Plucks off the curling honors of thy head. If purchas'd at so mean, so dear a rate!

Here dives the skulking thief, with practis'd sleight, Or rather give me sweet content on foot,

And unfelt fingers make thy pocket light. Wrapt in my virtue, and a good surtout!

Where's now the watch, with all its trinkets, flown!

And thy late snuff-box is no more thy own.
Book III.

But, lo! his bolder thefts some tradesman spies,

Swift from his prey the scudding lurcher flies ; Of walking the Streets by Night.

Dext'rous he'scapes the coach with nimble bounds, O Trivia, goddess ! leave these low abodes, Whilst every honest tongue “stop thief!" resounds And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads;

So speeds the wily fox, alarm'd by fear, Celestial queen! put on thy robes of light, Who lately filch'd the turkey's callow care ; Now Cynthia nam’d, fair regent of the night. Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies, At sight of thee, the villain sheathes his sword, And injur'd tenants join the hunter's cries Nor scales the wall, to steal the wealthy hoard. Breathless, he stumbling falls. Ill-fated boy! O may thy silver lamp from Heaven's high bower Why did not honest work thy youth employ? Direct my footsteps in the midnight hour!

Seiz’d by rough hands, he's dragg'd amid the roun When Night first bids the twinkling stars appear, And stretch'd beneath the pump's incessant spout Or with her cloudy vest enwraps the air,

Or plung'd in miry ponds, he gasping lies, Then swarms the busy street; with caution tread, Mud chokes his mouth, and plasters o'er his eyes. Where the shop-windows t falling threat thy head; Let not the ballad-singer's shrilling strain Now laborers home return, and join their strength Amid the swarm thy listening ear detain: To bear the tottering plank, or ladder's length; Guard well thy pocket; for these Syrens stand Still fix thy eyes intent upon the throng,

To aid the labors of the diving hand; And, as the passes open, wind along.

Confederate in the cheat, they draw the throng, Where the fair columns of St. Clement stand, And cambric handkerchiefs reward the song. Whose straiten'd bounds encroach upon the Strand; But soon as coach or cart drive ratiling on, Where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, The rabble part, in shoals they backward run. And the rough pavement wounds the yielding tread; So Jove's loud bolts the mingled war divide, Where not a post protects the narrow space, And Greece and Troy retreat on either side. And, strung in twines, corbs dangle in thy face; If the rude throng pour on with furious pace,

And hap to break thee from a friend's embrace, * An apothecary's hoy, in the Dispensary. A species of window now almost forgotten. N.

* New Forest in Hampshire, anciently so called.

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Stop short; nor struggle through the crowd in vain, The laws have set him bounds; his servile feet But watch with careful eye the passing train. Should ne'er encroach where posts defend the street Yet I, (perhaps too fond,) if chance the tide Yet who the footman's arrogance can quell, Tumultuous bear my partner from my side, Whose flambeau gilds the sashies of Pall-Mall, Impatient venture back; despising harm,

When in long rank a train of torches flame, I force my passage where the thickest swarm. To light the midnight visits of the dame ? Thus his lost bride the Trojan sought in vain Others, perhaps, by happier guidance led, Through night, and arms, and flames, and hills of May where the chairman rests with safety tread; slain.

Whene'er I pass, their poles (unseen below) Thus Nisus wander'd o'er the pathless grove, Make my knee tremble with a jarring blow. To find the brave companion of his love.

If wheels bar up the road, where streets are crost, The pathless grove in vain he wanders o'er : With gentle words the coachman's ear accost: Euryalus, alas! is now no more.

He ne'er the threat or harsh command obeys, That walker who, regardless of his pace, But with contempt the spatter'd shoe surveys. Turns oft to pore upon the damsel's face,

Now man with utmost fortitude thy soul, From side to side by thrusting elbows tost,

To cross the way where carts and coaches roll; Shall strike his aching breast against a post; Yet do not in thy hardy skill confide, Or water, dash'd from fishy stalls, shall stain Nor rashly risk the kennel's spacious stride; His hapless coat with spirts of scaly rain.

Stay till afar the distant wheel you hear,
But, if unwarily he chance to stray

Like dying thunder in the breaking air;
Where twirling turnstiles intercept the way, Thy foot will slide upon the miry stone,
The thwarting passenger shall force them round, And passing coaches crush thy tortur'd bone,
And beat the wretch half breathless to the ground. Or wheels inclose the road; on either hand,

Let constant vigilance thy footsteps guide, Pent round with perils, in the midst you stand, And wary circumspection guard thy side ;

And call for aid in vain; the coachman swears, Then shalt thou walk, unharm'd, the dangerous And carmen drive, unmindful of thy prayers. night,

Where wilt thou turn? ah! whither wilt thou Nor need th' officious link-boy's smoky light. Thou never wilt attempt to cross the road, On every side the pressing spokes are nigh. Where ale-house benches rest the porter's load, So sailors, while Charybdis' gulf they shun, Grievous to heedless shins; no barrow's wheel, Amaz'd, on Scylla's craggy dangers run. That bruises oft the truant school-boy's heel,

Be sure observe where brown Ostrea stands, Behind thee rolling, with insidious pace,

Who boasts her shelly ware from Wallfeet sands; Shall mark thy stocking with a uniry trace.

There may'st thou pass with safe unmiry feet, Let not thy venturous steps approach too nigh, Where the rais'd pavement leads athwart the street Where, ga ping wide, low steepy cellars lie. If where Fleet-ditch with muddy current flows, Should thy shoe wrench aside, down, down you fall, You chance to roam, where oyster-tubs in rows And overfum the scolding huckster's stall ; Are rang'd beside the posts; there stay thy haste, The scolding huckster shall not o'er thee moan, And with the savory fish indulge thy taste : But pence exact for nuts and pears o'erthrown. The damsel's knife the gaping shell commands,

Though you through cleanlier alleys wind by day, While the salt liquor streams between her hands. To shun the hurries of the public way,

The man had sure a palate cover'd o'er Ye: ne'er to those dark paths by night retire ; With brass or steel, that on the rocky shore Mind only safety, and contemn the mire.

First broke the oozy oyster's pearly coat, Then no impervious courts thy haste detain, And risk'd the living morsel down his throat. Nor sneering alewives bid thee turn again. TWhat will not Luxury taste ? Earth, sea, and air,

Where Lincoln's-inn, wide space, is rail'd around, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare! Cross not with venturous step; there oft is found Blood stuff"d in skins is British Christians' food! The lurking thief, who, while the daylight shone, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood! Made the walls echo with his begging lone; Spungy morels in strong ragouts are found, That crutch, which late compassion mov'd, shall And in the soup the slimy snail is drown'd. wound

When from high spouts the dashing torrents fall, Thy bleeding head, and fell thee to the ground. Ever be watchful to maintain the wall; Though thou art tempted by the link-man's call, For shouldst thou quit thy ground, the rushing Yet trust him not along the lonely wall;

throng In the mid-way he'll quench the flaming brand, Will with impetuous fury drive along; And share the booty with the pilfering band. All press to gain those honors thou hast lost, Still keep the public streets, where oily rays, And rudely shove thee far without the post. Shot from the crystal lamp, o'erspread the ways. Then to retrieve the shed you strive in vain, Happy Augusta! law-defended town!

Draggled all o'er, and soak'd in floods of rain. Here no dark lanterns shade the villain's frown; Yet rather bear the shower, and toils of mud, No Spanish jealousies thy lanes infest,

Than in the doubtful quarrel risk thy blood.
Nor Roman vengeance stabs th' unwary breast; lo think on dipus' detested state,
Here Tyranny ne'er lifts her purple hand,

And by his woes be warn'd to shun thy fate. But Liberty and Justice guard the land;

Where three roads join'd, he met his sire un. No bravoes here profess the bloody trade,

known; Nor is the church the murderer's refuge made. (Unhappy sire, but more unhappy son!)

Let not the chairman, with assuming stride, Each claim'd the way, their swords the strife decide Press near the wall, and rudely thrust thy side. The hoary monarch fell, he groan'd, and died !

Hence sprung the fatal plague that thinn'd thy His numerous lowing herd; his herds he sold, reign,

And his deep leathern'd pocket bagg‘d with gold. Thy cursed incest! and thy children slain!

Drawn by a fraudful nymph, he gaz'd, he sighd: Hence wert thou doom'd in endless night to stray Unmindful of his home, and distant bride, Thro' Theban streets, and cheerless grope thy way. She leads the willing victim to his doom,

Contemplate, mortal, on thy fleeting years; |Through winding alleys, to her cobweb room. See, with black train the funeral pomp appears! | Thence thro' the streets he reels from post to post. Whether some heir attends in sable state,

Valiant with wine, nor knows his treasure lost. And mourns, with outward grief, a parent's fate; The vagrant wretch th' assembled watchmen spa Or the fair virgin, nipt in beauty's bloom,

He waves his hanger, and their poles deties; A crowd of lovers follow to her tomb:

Deep in the round-house pent, all night he snores, Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, And the next morn in vain his fate deplores. And wrih the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? Ah, hapless swain! unus'd to pains and ills! No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain;

Canst thou forego roast beef for nauseous pills! It only serves to prove the living vain.

How wilt thou lift to Heaven thy eyes and bands, How short is life ! how frail is human trust! When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands! Is all this pomp for laying dust to dust?

Or else (ye gods, avert that worst disgrace!) Where the nail'd hoop defends the painted stall, Thy ruin'd nose falls level with thy face! Brush not thy sweeping skirt too near the wall : Then shall thy wife thy lothesome kiss diedain, Thy heedless sleeve will drink the color'd oil, And wholesome neighbors from thy mug refrain. And spot indelible thy pocket soil.

Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly liges Has not wise Nature strung the legs and feet Will teach thy recling steps to tread aright; With firmest nerves, design'd to walk the street ? For sixpence will support thy helpless arm, Has she not given us hands to grope aright, And home conduct thee, safe from nightly hart Amidst the frequent dangers of the night?

But, if they shake their lanterns, from alar And think'st thou not the double nostril meant, To call their brethren to confederate war, To warn from oily woes by previous scent? When rakes resist their power; if hapless you Who can the various city frauds* recite,

Should chance to wander with the scouring crew, With all the petty rapines of the night?

Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair, Who now the guinea-drupper's bait regards, But seek the constable's considerate ear; Trick'd by the sharper's dice, or juggler's cards ? | He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree, Why should I warn thee ne'er to join the fray, Mov'd by the rhetoric of a silver fee. Where the sham quarrel interrupts the way? Thus, would you gain some favorite courtier's word, Lives there in these our days so soft a clown, Fee not the petty clerks, but bribe my lord. Brav'd by the bully's oaths, or threatening frown? Now is the time that rakes their revels keep; I need not strict enjoin the pocket's care,

Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep. When from the crowded play thou lead'st the fair ; His scatter'd pence the flying nicker* flings. Who has not here or watch or snuil-box lost, And with the copper shower the casement rings Or handkerchiefs that India's shuttle boast? Who has not heard the scourer's midnight fame? O! may thy virtue guard thee through the roads Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name ! Of Drury's mazy courts, and dark abodes!

Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds, The harlots' guileful paths, who nightly stand Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds! Where Catharine-street descends into the Strand! I pass their desperate deeds, and mischiefs done, Say, vagrant Muse, their wiles and subtle arts, Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run: To lure the strangers' unsuspecting hearts : How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's won, So shall our youth on healthful sinews tread, Were tumbled furious thence; the rolling tomb And city cheeks grow warm with rural red. O'er the stones thunders, bounds from side to sde ;

'Tis she who nightly strolls with sauntering pace, So Regulus, to save his country, died. No stubborn stays her yielding shape embrace; Where a dim gleam the paly lantern throws Beneath the lamp her ta wdry ribbons glare, O'er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows; The new-scour'd manteau, and the slattern air; Or arched vaults their gaping jaws extend, High-draggled petticoats her travels show,

Or the dark caves to common shores descend, And hollow cheeks with artful blushes glow; Oft by the winds extinct the signal lies, With flattering sounds she soothes the credulous Or smother'd in the glimmering socket dies, ear,

Ere Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne; "My noble captain! charmer! love! my dear!" In the wide gulf the shatter'd coach, o'erthrown, In riding-hood near tavern-doors she plies, Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke, Or muffled pinners hide her livid eyes.

And from the crackling axle flies the spoke. With empty bandbox she delights to range, So, when fam'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray, And feigns a distant errand from the 'Change : That led the sailor through the stormy way, Nay, she will oft the Quaker's hood profane, Was from its rocky roots by billows torn, And trudge demure the rounds of Drury-lane. And the high turret in the whirlwind borne ; She darts from sarcenet ambush wily leers, Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land, Twitches thy sleeve, or with familiar airs

And pitchy ruins blackend all the strand. Her fan will pat thy cheek; these snares disdain, 1 Who then through night would hire the harness'd Nor gaze behind thee, when she turns again.

steed ? I knew a yeoman, who, for thirst of gain, And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed! To the great city drove, from Devon's plain,

* Gentlemen who delighted to break windows with * Various cheats formerly in practice.

half-pence.

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