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While the spread fan o'erfhades your clofing eyes;
Gay pats my shoulder, and you vanish quite,
POPE fays, this Epiftle is written to the fame Lady as the preceding; that is, Martha Blount. From the manufcript letters, however, which I have had an opportunity of confulting, it appears this must have been addreffed to the elder fifter, who was more handsome, and more fenfible than Martha. She was the first object of Pope's attachment; but not meeting with fo much encouragement, he transferred his attentions to her fifter.
The affumed name of Teresa was Zephalinda, under which she correfponded, for many years, with a Mr. More, under the feigned name of Alexis. Martha was called Parthenia.
AN ECLOGUE *.
Ah, Madam, fince my SHARPER is untrue,
I saw him ftand behind OMBRELIA'S Chair,
• Mr. Dallaway has given good reasons for supposing that the Town Eclogues were written entirely by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. Moft probably Lady M. has the greateft claim to them; but as fome corrected copies were found among Gay's and Pope's papers, and have been received into Pope's works, I have ventured to retain them; but, as far as their literary merit is concerned, it very little matters to whom they exclufively belong.
VER. 1. The Baffet-Table Spread,] There were fix Town Eclogues; two written by Mr. Pope, and the reft by Lady Wortley Montagu, whofe fine genius and abilities are well known; and from whose hand I am glad to present the reader with the following Sonnet, preferved by Algarotti, in the feventh volume of his Works:
Is this the cause of your Romantic strains?
Is that the grief, which you compare with mine? With ease, the smiles of Fortune I refign: Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone; Were lovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone.
A Lover loft, is but a common care : And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The KNAVE OF CLUBS thrice loft! Oh! who could
This fatal Stroke, this unforeseen Distress?
"Thou Silver Deity of fecret night,
Direct my footfteps through the Woodland fhade;
The Lover's Guardian, and the Muse's aid.
To thee my tender grief confide;
With all thy greatness, and thy coldness too!"
See BETTY LOVET! very à propos,
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want some Tea.
Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought. 30 See on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive; And both the struggling figures feem alive. Upon the bottom fhines the Queen's bright Face; A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Cafe. Jove, Jove himself, does on the fciffars fhine; 35 The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine!
love, When rival beauties for the Present strove;
This Snuff-Box,-once the pledge of SHARPER'S
At Corticelli's he the Ruffle won;
Then first his Paffion was in public shown:
Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear,
But ah! what aggravates the killing fmart, The cruel thought, that ftabs me to the heart; This curs'd OMBRELIA, this undoing Fair, By whofe vile arts this heavy grief I bear; She, at whofe name I fhed thefe fpiteful tears, She owes to me the very charms fhe wears. An aukward Thing, when firft fhe came to Town; Her shape unfashion'd, and her Face unknown: She was my friend; I taught her first to spread Upon her fallow cheeks enliv'ning red;