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With what a filly, hanging face,
He bears his unforeseen disgrace!
His spirits flag. bis pulse beats low,
The Gods, and all the world his foe;
To thriving knaves a ridicule,
A butt to every wealthy fool.
For where is courage, wit, or sense,
When a poor rake has lost his pence ?
Let all the learn'd say what they can,
'Tis ready money makes the man;
Commands respect wheree'er we go,
And gives a grace to all we do.
With such reflections Frank disiresi'd,
The horrors of his soul express’d:
Contempt, the basket, and a gaol,
By turns his restless mind assail ;

Aghast the dismal scene he flies,
Ei And death grows pleasing in his eyes :

For fince his rhino was all down,
To the last solitary crown,
Who would not, like a Roman, dare
: To leave that world he could not share ?
The piltol on his table lay,
And Death fled hovering o'er his prey ;
There wanted nothing now to do,
But touch the trigger, and adieu.
As he was saying some short prayers,
He heard a wheezing on the Itairs,
And looking out, his aunt appears ;
Who from Moorfields, breathless and lame,
To see her graceless godson came :
The salutations being past,
Coughing, and out of wind, at lat
in his great chair she took her place,
How does your brother ? is my niece
Well marry'd? when will Robin settle?
He answer'd all things to a titele;
Gave such content in every part,
He gain'd the good old bedlam's heart.

Godson, said she, alas ! I know

Matters with you are buc so-lo :
" You're come to town, I understand,
“ To make your fortune out of hand;
* Your time and patrimony loft,
“ To beg a place, or buy a post.

Believe me, godson, I'm your friend;
“Of this great town, this wicked end
" Is ripe for judgment; Satan's seat,
" The link of in, and hell compleat.

in every street of trulls a troop,
" And every cook-wench wears a hoop;
“ Sodom was less deform'd with vice,
" Lewdness of all kinds, cards and dice.”
Frank blush'd (which, by the way, was more
I han ever he had done before) ;
And own'd it was a wretched place,
Unfit for any child of grace.
The good old aunt v'erjoy'd to see
These ylimmerings of fanctity ;
* My dear, said she, this purse is yours,
" It cost me many painful hours ;
“ Take it, improveit, and become

By art and induftry a plumb.

“ But leave, for shame, this impioas ftreet,
" All over mark'd with clovenfeet;
" In our more holy quarter live,
“ Where both your soul and stock may thrive ;
" Where righteous citizens repair,
“ And heaven and earth the godly share,
" Gain this by jobbing, that by prayer.
“ At Jonathan's go smoke a pipe,
“ Look very serious, dine on tripe;
“ Get early up, late close your eyes,
" And leave no stone unturn'd to rise :
" Then cach good day at Salter's-Hall

Pray for a blessing upon all.”

Lowly the ravish'd Franky bows, While joy fat smiling on his brows; And without fcruple, in a trice, He took her moncy and allvice. Not an extravagant young heir, Beset with duns, and in de pair, When joyful tidings reach his ear, And dad retires by heaven's commands, To leave bis chink to better hands; Not wandering sailors almost loft, When they behold the wilh'd for coast; Not culprit when the knot is plac'd, And kind reprieve arrives in haste ; E'er felt a joy in such excess, As Frank reliev'd from this distress. A thousand antic tricks he play'd, The purse he kiss'd, swore, cur;'d, and pray'd; Counted the pieces o'er and o'er, And hugg'd his unexpected store ; Built stately calles in the air, Supp'd with the great, enjoy'u the fair ; Pick'd out his title and his place, Was scarce contented with Your Grace. Strange visions working in his heart, Frantic, half mad, he stroles to bed ; Sleeps little ; if he sleeps, he dreams Of sceptres, and of diadems. 4 Fortune, said he, shall now no more « Trick and deceive me, as of yore : “ This paffport shall admittance gain, “ In spight of all the jili's disdain : o's is this the tyrant's pride disarms, “ Ind brings her blułhing to my arms ; “ This golden bough my wish shall speed, “ And to th’ Flyfisa fields shall lead.” The morn scarce peep'd, but up he rose, Impatient huildled on his clothes; Call'd the next coach, gave double pay, And to 'Change- Alley whirl'd away. 'Tis here dame Fortune every day Opens her booth, and thows her play ; Here laughing fits behind the scene, Dances her puppets here unseen, And turns her whimsical machine. Powel, with all his wire and wit, To her great genius must submit: Exact at eweive the goddess shows, and fame aloud her trumpet blows; Harangues the mob with thams and lyes, And bids their actions fall, or rise.


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Thus with her fickle humours vex'd, And between hopes and fears perplex'd ; His patience quite worn out at last Resolves to throw one desperate cast. "'Tis vain, said he, to whine and wove, " 'l is one brisk stroke the work must do , « Fortune is like a widow won, " And truckles to the bold alone ; “ I'll push at once and venture all, “ At least I shall with honour fall." But curse upon the treacherous jade, Who thus his services repaid; When now he thought the world his owo, He bought a bear, and was undone.



Old Chaos here his throne regains;
And here in odd confusion reigns;
All order, all distinction lost,
Now high, now low, the fools are toft.
Here lucky coxconibs vainiy rear
Their giddy heads, there in despair
Sits humbled pride, with down-call look,
Bunkrupts restord, and milers broke,
Stranze figures here our e es invade,
And the whole world in masquerade ;
A carman in a hat and feuther,
1 lord in freize, his breeches leather:
Tom Whip'ath in his coach of state,
Drawn by the rits he drove of late :
A colonel of the bold train-bands,
Selling his equipage and lands.
Hard-by a cohler bidaling fair,
For the gold chain, and next Lord Mayor:
A butches blul cring in the crowd.
Of his la-e purchas'd 'feutcheon proud,
Retains his cleaver los bis crest,
His motto too beneath the rest,
“ Virtue and merit is a jett."
Two toalls with als thuir trinkets gone,
Padding the streets for half crown:
A dagled countets and her maid,
Her bouse-rent and her flaves unpaid,

tailor's wife in rich brocade.
Ali fects, all parties, high and low,
it fortune's linne devously bew;
Nought can their ard utze. I rettrain,
Where each man's godlinets is wain.
From taverns, mecting-houles, flews,
Athtists and Q akers, bawds and Jew's,
Suteimen and tulers, beaux and porters,
Blue aprons here, and there blue garters.
is human race oi old beran
From iton s and clods, tran-form'd to man,
So from each duw bill, stran:e furprize!
In troops the recent gestry rife,
Of mulh:0m growth, they wildly ftare,
And pe the gredi wich awkuri air :
So Pink.tm.n upon the flage,
Mounting his fs in warlike rage,
With fimpcring Dirky for his parc.
In Lee's mad rant, with monkey face,
Burlelques the prince of Ammon's race.
Indufirious brank, among the soft,
Bouyht, told, and cavil'd, bawi'd and press’d;
Loog d in a gasret on the spor,
Foi.ow'd initructions to a jat,
The pray ng purt alone for os.
Learut every deling term oi art,
And alich ingenious cant by heart;
Nor doubíeri i ur he loon should find
Dame fortu: e complariant and hind.
After her oft he cait'd aloud,
But till she vanifi'd in the crowd ;
Now with smooth looks and tempting (miles
The faithieis bypocrite bey uiles;
Then with a cuvi and Icorful air,
Bids the deluded wretch despair ;
Tal.cpet without the fait pretence,
Aud wonects äi hix iufo.cnce,

As there is something in a face,

An air, and a pecuiiar grace,
Which boldest painters cannot trace ;
7 hat more than features, lhape, or hair,
Distinguishes the happy fair ;
Strikes every eye, and makes her known
A ruling toast through all the town:
So in each action 'uis success
That gives it ail its comeliness:
Guardis it from censure and from blame,
Bightens and burnithes our fame.
For what is virtue, courage, wit,
In all men, but a lucky hit?
But, vice veti, where this fails,
The wiscít conduct nought avails;
Therman of merit foon ihail find
The world to prosperous knaves inclin'd,
Himself the last of all mankind.
Too true poor Frank this thesis found,
Bankrupt, despoild, and run aground,
In durance vie detain d and loft,
And a'l his mighty projects crost :
With grief and íhame at once opprest,
Tears twell his eyes, and fighs his breast;
A poor, forlorn, abandon'd rake,
Where shall he turn? what measures take?
Betray'd, deceiv'd, and ruin's quite,
By his own greedy appetite;
He nourns his facal jult of pelf,
And curies Fortune and hintelt :
In limbo pent, would tain get free,
Importunate for liberty.
So when the watchful hun ry mouse,
it midnight prowling round the house,
Winds in a corner toalted chetic,
Glad the luxurious prey to leize ;
With whiskers curi d, and round black cyes,
He meditates the luscious prize,
Tili caught, treparin'd, laments too late
The vigorous decrees of fate :
Rellets his irecdom to re. ain,
He bites the wire, and climbs in vain.
The wretched captive thus diftress’d,
His Luty though its allow no reít:


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Fondon each project to depend, kind hope his only faithful friend, Odd whimlies tloating in his brain, He plots, contrives, but all in vain, Approves, rejects, and thinks again. A when the shipwreck'd wretch is toft from wave to wave, and almost loft, Beat by the billows from the thore, Returns half drown'd, and hugs once more The friendly plank he gralp'd before : So Frank, when all expedients fail, To save his carcass froin a gaol, Lat up with vermin and with care, And almost sinking in despair, Refolres once more to make his court To his old aunt, his last resort : Takes pen in hand, now writes, now tears, Then wets his paper with his tears, Raníacks his troubled soul, to raise Each tender fontiment and phrase ; And every lane excuse supplies With artful colouring and disguise : Kind to hinilelf, lays all the blame On Fortune, that capricious dame: la hori, informs her all was lost, Ard lends it by the penny-post. $300 as the ancient nymph had read The fatal foroll, the took her bed, Coid pallies feize her trenibling head ; She groins, the fighs, she sols, the smears Her spe Aacles and bear with tears; Her nose that wont to sympathize With all th' o crflowings of her eyes, Adown in pearly drops diftils, Th united Itrcam each charm fills. G-aeva now, nor Nants will do, Her toothless gums their hold let go; And on the ground, O fatal stroke! The hort cox val pipe is broke: with vapours choak d, entranc'd the lies, Belches, and prays, and f-ts, and dics; Bat dleep, that kind rettorative, Recali'd her soul, and bid her live , With cooler thoughts the cale she weigh’d, And brought her reason to her aid. Away he hobbles, and with specd keloives to see the captive freed; Vipe off this stain and foul disgrace, And vindicate her ancient race. With her a sage director comes, More weizhey than a brace of plumbs, A rood muy in the city cant, . Where cash, not mora's, makes the saint. To improve a genius so polite, The clumsy thing was dubb'd a knight : Fortune's chief confident and friend, Grown sat by many a dividend; And fiil her favour he retain, By want of merit and of bruins;. On her top spoke sublime he fits, The jest and theme of fiseering wits : For fuois in Fortune's pillory plac'd Are mounted to be more dil rac'd. This rich old Hunks, as Woodcock wise, Vias cull’d the younker to advilci

Vol. V.

“ Young man, said he, refrain from tears,
“ While joyful tidings bless thine ears;
“ Up and be doing, boy, and try
" To conquer fare hy induitry ;
" For know that all of mortal race,

Are born to loftes and disgrace : “ Ev'n I broke twice, I, heretofore “ A railør d fpicably poor, " In every hoje for thelter crept « On the same buik, botch', .ous'd, and slept, “ With farce one penny to prepare “ A friendly halter in detpalt'; " My cr dit like a garment torn, " Thread-bare, and ragged, over-worn: “ But soon I patch'd it up again, " These busy hands, this working brain, " Ne'er ceas'd from labour, pain, and sweat, - Till fortune smii'd, and I was great, “ now at each pompous city scast, " Who but Sir Tristram ? Every guest

Respectful bows. In each debate, “ My nod must give the sentence weight: “ On me prime ministers attend, 16 And

Aillabie 's my friend : " In embryo each bold project lies, "" Tilliny consenting purse supplies. " This hand-nay do not think me vain, “ Soften'd the Swede and humbled Spain. “ To me the fair, whom ali adore, “ Address their prayers, and own my power ; “ When the poor toast by break of day

Has punted all her gold away, " Undress'd, and in her native charms, « She flies to these indulgent arms; " She curls each dimple in her face " To win the good Sir Tristram's grace ; 16 Offers her brilliants with a smile, " That might an anchorec beguile ; “ And when my potent aid is lent,

Away the dear-one wheels content. “ He that can money get, my boy, " Shall every other good enjoy; “ Be rich, and every boon receive, " That min can wish, or Heaven can give. “ Now to the means, dear youch, attend,

by which thy forrows foon thall end : . I hy good old aunt refolves to buil “ Her hopeful godson out of gaol ;

But what is freedom to the poor? on The man who begs from door to door " Is free ; in lazy wretchednels " He lives, till Heaven his fubftance bless ;

s But, having learnt to cog and cheuse, “ To cut a purse, or break a houle, " Then soon he mends his own apparel, " Tiats boild and roast, and taps his barrel ; “ Drinks double bub, with all his might, " And hugs his doxy every night: " Thy (prighily genius ne'er ihaillie

Deprets'd by want and penury; " Go with a profperous merry gale, " To the Souch Scas adventurous tail; “ Fat Plenty dwells on those rich shores, " Abundance opens all her stores ;


“ Ingots

“ Ingots and pearls for beads are sold,

And rivers glide on lands of gold; “ Profit and Pleasure, hand in hand, " Sm le on the fields, and bless the land ; “ The swaina unlabour'd harvests reap, " Fountains run wine, and whores are cheap.

Fortune is always true and kind, “ Nor veers, as here, with every wind; “ Not, as in these penurious ifles,

Retails her blessings and her smiles ;

But deals by wholesale with her friends, And gluts them with her dividends.

Then hafte, set sail, the ship's unmoor'd,

And waits to take thce now on board."
The youth o'erjoyed this projed hears,
From his flock-bed his head he rears,
And waters all his rags with tears.
In shor:, he took his friend's advice,
Pack'd up his baggage in a crice ;
Dancirg for joy, on board he flew,
With all Potofi in his view.


BEHOLD the youth just now set free

On land, immur'd again at sea ; Stow'd with his cargo in the hold, In quest of other worlds for gold. He who fo late regal'd at ease, On olios, soups, and fricaflees ; Drank with the witty and the gay, Sparkling Champaign, and rich Tokay; Now breaks his falt with Suffolk cheese, And burtis at noon with pork and pcase ; Instead of wine, content to fip, With noisy tars, their nauseous flip : Their breath, with chew'd mundungus (wect, Their jeits more fulsome than their mcat. While thunder rolls, and storms arise, He snoring in his hammock lies ; Ju golden dreams enjoys the night, And counts his bags with vast delight. Mountains of gold erect his throne, Each precious gem is now his own ; Kind Jove defcends in golden fleet, Pactolus murmurs at his feet; The sea gives up its hoarded fore, Poffeffing all, he covets more. O gold! attractive gold ! in vain Honour and conscience would re train Thy boundlels universal reign. To thee each ftubborn virtue bends, The man oblig'i betrays his friends The patriot quits his country's cause, And sells her liberty and laws : The pious prude 's no longer nice, And ev'n lawn sleeves can flatter vice. At thy too absolute command, Thy zealots ranfack sea and land : Wheree'er thy beams thy power display, The swarming insects halte away, To bak in thy refulgeot ray.

Now the bold crew with prosperous wind, Leave the retreating land behind ; Fearless they quit their native shore, And Albion's cliffs are seen no more. Then on the wide Atlantic borne, Their rigging and their tackle torn; Danger in various shapes appears, Sudden alarms, and shivering fears. Here, might some copious bard dilate And show fierce Neptune drawn in state; While guards of Tritons clear his way, And Nereids round his chariot play; Then bid the formy Boreas rise, And forky lightning cleave the skies; The ship nigh foundering in the deep, Or bounding o'er the ridgy steep : Describe the monsters of the main, The Phocæ, and their finny train, Tornados, hurricanes, and rain, Spouts, shoals, and rocks of dreadful size, And pirates lurking for their prize; Amazing miracles rehearse, And turn all Dampier into verse. My negligent and humble Muse Leís ambitious aims pursues ; Content with more familiar phrase, Nor deals in such embroidered lays; Pleas'd is my rhime just measure keeps, And stretch'd at ease my reader flecps. Hibernian matrons thus of old, Their soporific stories told; To fleep in vain the patient Atrove, Perplex'd with business, cross'd in love ; Till soothing tales becalm’d his breast, And lull'd his troubled soul to refi. Suffice it only to recite, They drank all day, they snor'd all right: And, after many moons were past, They made the wilh'd-for shores at lat. Frank, with his cargo in his hand, Leap'd joyful on the golden strand; Open'd his toy-shop in the port, Trinkets of various fize and fort ; Bracelets and combs, bodkins and tweezers, Bath-metal rings, and knives, and scifları ; And in one lucky day got more Than Bubble-boy in half a score : For Fortunc now, no longer coy, Smil'd on her darling favourite boy ; No longer from his arms retir'd, But gave him all his heart desir’d. Ah! thoughtless youth! irrime beware, And shun the treacherons harlot's frare ; The wiser favages behold, Who truck not liberty for gold ; Proof against all her subtle wiles, Regardless of her frowns or (miles ; If frugal Nature want supplies, The lance or dart unerring flies : The mountain boar their prey defcends, Or the fat kid regales their fricods; The jocund tribe, from sun to sun, Feast on the prize their valour won. Cease, babbling Muse, thy vain advice, 'Tis thrown away on avarice :

Bid hungry lions quit their prey,
Or streams that down the mountains stray
Divert their course, return again,
And climb the steep from whence they came.
Unbleft with his ill-gotten store,
Th’insatiate youth ftill craves for more;
To couofel deaf, e examples blind,
Scrapes up whatever he can find.
Now matter of a vessel grown,
With all the glittering freight his own,
To Fortune fill he makes his court,
And coasts along from port to port.
Each rolling tide brings fresh supplies,
And heaps on heaps delight his eyes.
Through Panama's delicious bay,
The loaded vessel ploughs her way;
With the rich freight oppress'd the sails,
And summons all the friendly gales.
Frank on her deck triumphant stood,
And view'd the calm transparent flood :
Let book-learn'd sots, said he, adore
TH' aspiring hills that grace thy hore ;
Thy verdant illes, the groves that bow
Their nodding heads, and shade thy brow;
Thy face serene, thy gentle breast,

Where Syrens fing, and Halcyons rest : : Propitious flood! on me bestow

The treasures of thy dephes below ;
Which long in thy dark womb have flept,
From age to age securely kept.
Scarce had he spoke, when, (trange surprize!

Th' indiguant waves in mountains rife,
And hurricanes invade che skies ;
The ship against the shoals was struck,
And in a thousand pieces broke ;
But one poor trusty plauk, to save

Its owner from the watery grave :
- On this he mounts, is cast on shore,

Half dead, a bankrupt as before :
Spiritless, fainting, and alone,
On the bare beach he makes his moan.
Then climbs the ragged rock, c'explore
'If aught was driving on the shore,
The poor remains of all his store :
With greedy diligence prepar'd
To save whate'er the waves had spar'd.
But, oh! the wretch expects in vain
Compaflion from the furious main ;
Men, goods, are sunk. Mad with despair
He beat his breaft, he tore his hair :
1 hen leaning o'er the craggy steep,
Look'd down into the boiling deep ;
Almost resolv'd to call himself,
And perish with his dear, dear pelf.

Each treacherous crony hides his face,
Or starts whene'er he haunts the place.
His wealth thus loft, with that his friends,
On Fortune fill the youth depends :
One fmile, said he, will soon restore
A bankrupt wretch, and give him more ;
She will not, sure, refuse her aid ?
Fallacious hope! for the false jade
That very day took wing, was flown,
And on her wonted journey gone
(Intent her costly goods to fell)
From Panama to Portobel :
Five hundred mules her baggage bear,
And groan beneath the precious ware,
The goddess rides sublime in air ;
And hence conveys a fresh supply,
For pride, debate, and luxury.
Frank, when he heard th' unwelcome news,
Like a staunch hound the chace pursues,
Takes the same route, doubles his speed,
Nor doubts her help in care of need.

O‘er the wide waste, chrough pathle's ways,
The solitary pilgrim strays ;
Now on the swampy defart plain,
Through brakes of mangroves works with pain ;
Then clim's the hills with many a groan,
And melis beneath the torrid zo:le.
With berries and green plaintains fed.
On the parch'd earth he leans his head ;
Fainting with thirst, to heaven he cries,
But finds no stream but from his eyes.
Ah, wretch ! thy vain laments forbcar,
And for a worse extreme prepare ;
Sudden the lowering storms arise,
The bursting thunder rends the skies,
Allant the ruddy lightning flies;
Darts through the gloom a tranient ray,
And gives a short, but dreadful day :
With pealing rain the woods resound,
Convulsions shake the folid ground
Benuinb'd with cold, but more with fear,
Strange phantoms to his mind appeur,
The wolves around him howl for iood,
Thc ravenous tigers hunt for blood,
And canibals more fierce than they
(Monsters who make mankind their prey)
Riot and fealt on human gore,
And, still insatiate, thirst for more.)
Half dead at every noise he hears,
His fancy multiplies his fears ;
Whate'er he read or heard of old,
Whate'er his nurse or Crusoe told,
Each tragic scene his eyes behold :
i hings past as present fear applies,
Their pains he bears, their deaths he dies.

At length the fun began to peep,
And gild the surface of the deep,
Then on the recking moisture fedd,
The scatter'd clouds before him lled,
The rivers fhrunk into their hed:
Nature revives; the feather'd throng
Salute the morning with a fong.
Frank with his fellow-brutes arose,
Yet dreaming fill he saw his focs,
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