Soft as CYTHEREA's dove,

Let thy skin my skin improve;

Thou by night shalt grace my arm,

And by day shalt teach to charm.

Then, O sweet goddess, bring with thee

Thy boon attendant Gaiety,

Laughter, Freedom, Mirth, and Ease,

And all the smiling deities;

Fancy, spreading painted sails,

Loves that fan with gentle gales.

But hark!methinks I hear a voice,

My organs all at once rejoice;

A voice that says, or seems to say,

"Sister, hasten, sister gay,

"Come to the pump-room-come away."

BATH, 1766.

JW-D-R.

LETTER IV.

Mr. SIMKIN B-N-R-D to Lady B-N-R—D, at Hall, North.

A CONSULTATION of PHYSICIANS.

DEAR mother, my time has been wretchedly spent,
With a gripe or a hickup wherever I went,

My stomach all swell'd, till I thought it would burst,
Sure never poor mortal with wind was so curst!
If ever I ate a good supper at night,

I dream'd of the devil, and wak'd in a fright:
And so, as I grew ev'ry day worse and worse,
The doctor advis'd me to send for a nurse,

And the nurse was so willing my health to restore,
She begg'd me to send for a few doctors more;
For when any difficult work's to be done,

Many heads can dispatch it much sooner than one;

And I find there are doctors enough at this place,

If

you want to consult in a dangerous case!

So they all met together, and thus began talking: "Good doctor, I'm your's-'tis a fine day for walking"Sad news in the papers-G-d knows who's to blame! "The colonies seem to be all in a flame

"This stamp act, no doubt, might be good for the crown, "But I fear 'tis a pill that will never go down

"What can Portugal mean?-Is she going to stir up

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Convulsions and heats in the bowels of Europe?

" "Twill be fatal if England relapses again,

"From the ill blood and humours of Bourbon and Spain."

Says I, My good doctors, I can't understand

Why the deuce ye take so many patients in hand;

Ye've a great deal of practice, as far as I find,

'But since ye're come hither, do pray be so kind

'To write me down something that's good for the wind.

No doubt ye are all of ye great politicians,

'But at present my bowels have need of physicians :

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Consider my case in the light it deserves,

And pity the state of my stomach and nerves."

But a tight little doctor began a dispute

About administrations, NEWCASTLE and BUTE,