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This hour,' she cries, 'your discord ends,
Th’attentive pow'rs in silence heard,
She then before their wond'ring eyes,
Search now these heaps,' she cries,' here find Fit emblem of your pow'r combin'd.' The heap to Av'rice first she gave, Who soon descried her darling koave: And Sloth, e'er envy long could sting, With joyful eyes beheld a king.
• These gifts,' said Cunning, 'bear away,
Thus, neither innocent nor gay,
Till the wan maid, whose early bloom
Rev. Mr. Hervey.
The fair Jesebella what art can adorn,
a steam that the devil would choke, From paper, pomatum, from powder, and smoke. The patient submits, and with due resignation, Prepares for her fate in the next operation. When lo! on a sudden, a monster appears, A horrible monster, to cover her ears ;What sign of the zodiac is it he bears ? .
Is it Tanrus's tail, or the tête de mouton, Or the beard of the goat that he dares to put on? 'Tisa wig en vergette, that from Paris was brought, Une tête comme il faut, that the varlet has bought, Of a beggar, whose head he has shav'd foragroat; Now fix'd to her head, does he frizzle and dab it; 'Tis a foretop no more.—'Tis the skin of a rabbit.'Tis a muff-'tis a thing that by all is confess'd Is in colour and shape like a chaffinch's nest.
O cease, ye fair virgins, such pains to employ, The beauties of nature with paint to destroy; See Venus lament, see the Loves and the Graces, All pine at the injury done to your faces ! Ye have eyes, lips, and nose, but your heads are no
Than a doll's, that is plac'd at a milliner's door.
THE OLD CHEESE.
Young Slouch the farmer, had a jolly wife,
Yet still into his story she would break
With aching heart home to his wife he goes, And on his knees does his rash act disclose; And prays dear Suky, that one day at least, He might appear as master of the feast.
"I'll grant your wish,' cries she,' that you may
'Twere wisdom to be govern'd still by me.'
The guests upon the day appointed came, Each bowsy farmer with his simp'ring dame. 'Ho, Sue! cries Slouch, why dostpot thon appear? Are these thy manners when aunt Snap is here?' 'I pardon ask,' says Sue: "I'd not offend Any my dear invites, much less his friend.'
Slouch by his kinsman Gruffy had been taught To entertain his friends with finding fault, And make the main ingredient of his treat His sayingThere was nothing fit to eat: The boild pork stinks, the roast beef's not enough, The bacon's rusty, and the hens are tough; The veal's all rags, the butter's turn’d to oil ; And thus I buy good meat for sluts to spoil. 'Tis we are the first Slouches ever sat Dowv to a pudding without plums or fat.
What teeth or stomach strong enough to feed
Sue all this while many excuses made : 2 Some things she own'd; at other times she laid The fault on chance, but oft'ner on the maid. Then cheese was brought. Says Slouch This
e'en shall roll; I'm sure 'tis hard enough to make a bowl: This is skim-milk, and therefore it shall go; And this, because 'tis Suffolk, follow too.' But now Sue's patience did begin to waste; Nor longer could dissimulation last. 'Pray let me rise,' says Sue, my dear; I'll fiudA cheese perhaps may be to lovy's mind.” Then in an entry standing close, where he Alone, and none of all his friends, might see; And brandishing a cudgel he had felt, And far enough, on this occasion, smelt"I'll try, my joy,' she cried, “ if I can please My dearest with a taste of his old cheese! Slouch turn’d bis head, saw his wife's vigorous
hand Wielding her oaken sapling of command, Knew well the twang— Is't the old cheese, my
dear? • No need; no need of cheese,' cries Slouch ;
" I'll swear; I think I've din'd as well as my lord mayor.'