Retails her bleflings and her fmiles; Bat deals by wholetale with her friends, "And gluts them with her dividends. "Then hafte, fet fail, the fhip's unmoor'd,

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

B

CANTO IV.

QEHOLD the youth just now fet free
On land, immur'd again at fea;
Stow'd with his cargo in the hold,
In quest of other worlds for gold.
He who fo late regal'd at eafe,
On olios, foups, and fricaffees;
Drank with the witty and the gay,
Sparkling Champaign, and rich Tokay;
Now breaks his faft with Suffolk check,
And burfts at noon with perk and peale ;
Instead of wine, content to ip,
With noify tars, the rnanfeous flip:

Their breath, with chew'd mu ndungus sweet,
Their jefs more fulfome than their meat.
While thunder rolls, and forms arile,
He fnoring in his hammock lies;

golden dreams enjoys the night,
And counts his bags with veft delight.
Mountain, of goid erect his throne,
Each precious gera is now his own ;
Kind Jove defcends in go'den fleet,
Padolus nurrours at his feet;
The lea gives up its hoarded ftore,
Poffeffing all, he covers more.
O goid! attractive gold! in vain
Honeer and conlcience would retrain
Thy bevadlets univerfai reign.

o thee each Bubborn virrue bends,
The man oblig'd berrys his friends;
The patriot quirskis country's caufe,
And fells her liberty and laws;
The pieus prode's no longer nice,
And cv'n bwn Berves can flatter vice.
Ar thy too abiejuce command,
Thy zealots raníack sen and land:
Wherec or thy beams thy power display,
The fwarming inlets hafte away,
To bafe in thy refulgent ray.

Now the bold crew with profperous wind,
Leave the retreating land behind;
Fearless they quit their native shore,
And Albion's cliffs are feen no more.
Then on the wide Atlantic borne,
Their rigging and their tackle torn;
Danger in various fhapes appears,
Sudden alarms, and fhivering fears.
Here, might fome 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 ftormy Boreas rife,
And forky lightning cleave the skies;
The fhip nigh foundering in the deep,
Or bounding o'er the ridgy steep:
Defcribe the monsters of the main,
The Phocæ, and their finny train,
Tornados, hurricanes, and rain,
Spouts, fhoals, and rocks of dreadful fize,
And pirates lurking for their prize;
Amazing miracles rehearse,

And turn all Dampier into verse.
My negligent and humble Muse
Lefs ambitious aims purfues;
Content with more familiar phrase,
Nor deals in fuch embroidered lays;
Pleas'd if my rhime just measure keeps,
And ftretch'd at cafe my reader fleeps.
Hibernian matrons thus of old,
Their foporific ftories told;

To fleep in vain the patient ftrove,
Perplex'd with business, crofs'd in love ;
Till foothing tales becalm'd his breast,
And lui'd his troubled foul to reft.
Suffice it only to recite,

They drank ali day, they fnor'd all night :
Aud, after many moons were past,
They made the wifh'd-for fhores at last.
Frank, with his cargo in his hand,
Leap'd joyful on the golden ftrand;
Open'd his toy-fhop in the port,
Trinkets of various fize and fort;

Bracelets and combs, bodkins and tweezers,
Bath-metal rings, and knives, and scissars;
And in one lucky day got more
Than Bubble-boy in half a fcore:
For Fortune now, no longer coy,
Smil'd on her darling favourite boy;
No longer from his arms retir'd,
But gave him all his heart defir'd.
Ah! thoughtlefs youth! in time beware,
And fhun the treacherous harlot's fnare;
The wiler favages behold,

Who truck not liberty for gold;
Proof against all her fubtle wiles,
Regardless of her frowns or fmiles ;
If frugal Nature want fupplies,
The lance or dart unerring flies :
The mountain boar their prey defcends,
Or the fat kid regales their friends;
The jocund tribe, from fun to fun,
Feaft on the prize their valour won.
Ceafe, babbling Mufe, thy vain advice,
'Tis thrown away on avarice:

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Bid hungry lions quit their prey,

Or ftreams that down the mountains ftray
Divert their course, return again,

And climb the steep from whence they came.
Unbleft with his ill-gotten ftore,

Th' infatiate youth ftill craves for more;
To counfel deaf, t' examples blind,
Scrapes up whatever he can find.
Now mafter of a veffel grown,
With all the glittering freight his own,
To Fortune ftill he makes his court,
And coafts along from port to port.
Each rolling tide brings fresh fapplies,
And heaps on heaps delight his eyes.
Through Panama's delicious bay,
The loaded veffel ploughs her way;
With the rich freight opprefs'd fhe fails,
And fummons all the friendly gales.
Frank on her deck triumphant food,
And view'd the calm transparent flood:
Let book-learn'd fots, faid he, adore
Th' afpiring hills that grace thy fhore;
Thy verdant ifles, the groves that bow
Their nodding heads, and fhade thy brow;
Thy face ferene, thy gentle breaft,
Where Syrens fing, and Halcyons reft:
Propitious flood! on me bestow
The treasures of thy dephts below;
Which long in thy dark womb have flept,
From age to age fecurely kept.

Scarce had he spoke, when, ftrange furprize!
Th' indignant waves in mountains rife,
And hurricanes invade the skies;
The hip against the fhoals was ftruck,
And in a thousand pieces broke ;
But one poor trufty plank, to fave
Its owner from the watery grave:
On this he mounts, is caft on fhore,
Half dead, a bankrupt as before:
Spiritlefs, fainting, and alone,

On the bare beach he makes his moan.
Then climbs the ragged rock, t' explore
If aught was driving on the fhore,.
The poor remains of all his ftore:
With greedy diligence prepar'd
To fave whate'er the waves had fpar'd.
But, oh! the wretch expects in vain
Compaffion from the furious main;
Men, goods, are funk. Mad with despair
He beat his breaft, he tore his hair:
Then leaning o er the craggy fteep,
Look'd down into the boiling deep;
Almoft refolv'd to caft himfelf,
And perifh with ris dear, dear peif.

CANTO V.

Heaven the thriving trader blefs,

I about prefs!

But, if he fail, diftrefs'd and poor,
His mob of friends are feen no more;
For all men hold it meet to fly
Th' infectious breath of poverty.
Poor Frank, deferted and forlorn,
Curfes the day that he was born:

Each treacherous crony hides his face,
Or ftarts whene'er he haunts the place.
His wealth thus loft, with that his friends,
On Fortune ftill the youth depends:
One faile, faid he, will foon restore
A bankrupt wretch, and give him more;
She will not, fure, refufe her aid?
Fallacious hope! for the falfe jade
That very day took wing, was flown,
And on her wonted journey gone
(Intent her coftly goods to fell)
From Panama to Portobel:

Five hundred males her baggage bear,
And groan beneath the precious ware,
The goddefs rides fublime in air;
And hence conveys a frefa fupply,
For pride, debate, and luxury.

Frank, when he heard th' unwelcome news,
Like a ftaunch hound the chace purtues,
Takes the fame route, doubles hi- fpced,
Nor doubts her help in tim of need.
O'er the wide wil, through pathle's ways,
The folitary pilgrim tray - 3

Now on the iwan py d. fur plan,
Through brakes of magicvis works with pain;
hen clims the hil's with many a groan,
And melts beneath the torrid zone.
With berries and green plaintains fed.
On the parch'd earth he leans his head;
Fainting with thirt, to heaven he cries,
But finds no ftream but from his eyes.
Ah, wretch! thy vain laments forbear,
And for a worle extreme prepare ;
Sudden the towering ftorms arife,
The buriting thunder rends the ikies,
Aflant the ruddy lightning flies;
Darts through the gloom a tranfient ray,
And gives a fhort, but dreadful day:
With pealing rain the woods refound,
Convulfions thake the folid ground
Benumb'd with cold, but more with fear,
Strange phantoms to his mind appear,
The wolves around him bowl for food,
The ravenous tigers hunt for bio. 1,
And canibals more face than they
(Moniters who make mast and their peer)
Riot and feaft on human gore,

And, ftill inficiats, shirt for merj
Half dead at every polku matote,
His fancy mulitjelles his run

Whate'er he read or heard o

Whate'er his turf, of Crafoe told,
Each tragic fcene his eyes behold:
Things path as prefent tear applies,
Their pains he bears, their dears he dies.
At length the fun began to peep,
And gild the race of the deep;
Then on the reckiag moisture fed,
The featter'd clouds before him fed,
he rivers farunk into their bed:
Nature revives; the feather'd throng
Salute the morning with a fong.
Frank with his fellow-brutes arofe,
Yet dreaming till he faw his foes,
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Reels

Reels to and fro, laments and grieves,
And farting, doubt if yet he lives.
At laft his ipirits mend their face,
And Hope fat dawning on his face;
Ev'n fuch is human life, faid he,
A night of dread and mifery,
Till Heaven relents, relieves our pain,
And fun-fhine days return again.
O Fortune! who doft now beftow,
Frowning, this bitter cup of woe,
Do not thy faithful flave destroy,
But give th' alternative of joy.
Then many a painful step he takes,

O'er hills and vales, through woods and brakes:

No furdy defperate buccaneer

L'er fuffered hardships more fevere.
Stubbern, incorrigibly blind,
No dangers can divert his mind;
His tedious journey he pursues,
At laft his eye transported views
Fair Portobel, whofe rifing fpires
Inflame his heart with new defires.
Secure of Fortune's grace, he smiles,
And flattering Hope the wretch beguiles.
Though nature calls for fleep and food,
Yet fronger avarice fubdued;
Ev'n fhameful nakedness and pain,
And thirst and hunger, plead in vain:
No rest he gives his weary feet,
Fortune he feeks from ftreet to frect;
Careful in every corner pries,
Now here, now there, impatient flies,
Whereever bufy crowds refort,

The change, the market, and the port;
In vain he turns his eye-balls round,
Fortune was no where to be found;
The jilt, not many hours before,
With the Plate-ficet had left the shore:
Laughs at the credulous fool behind,
And joyful ikuds before the wind.
Poor Frank forfaken on the coast,
All his fond hopes at once are lost.
Aghaft the fwelling fails he views,
And with his eye the fleet purfues,
Till, leffen'd to his wearied fight,
It leaves him to defpair and night.
So when the faithlefs Thefeus fled
The Cretan nymphs deferted bed,
Awak'd, at diftance on the main,
She view'd the profperous perjur'd swain,
And call'd th' avenging Gods in vain.
• Profrate on earth till break of day,
Senfelefs and motionless he lay,
Till tears at laft find out their way;
Guth like a torrent from his eyes,
In bitterness of foul he crics,
"O, Fortune! now too late I fee,
"Too ate, alas! thy treachery.
"Wretch that I am, abandon'd, loft,
"About the world at random tofs'd,
"Whither, oh whither fhall I run?
"Sore pinch'd with hunger, and undone.
"In the dark mines go hide thy head
"Accurs'd, exchange thy fweat for bread,
"Skuik under ground, in carth's dark womb
"Go flave, and dig thyfelf a tomb:

"There's gold enough; pernicious gold!
"To which long fince thy peace was fold;
"Vain helpless idol! canft thou fave
"This fhatter'd carcafe from the grave?
Retlefs difturber of mankind,

"Canft thou give health, or peace of mind?
"Ah no, deceiv'd the fool fhall be
"Who puts his confidence in thee.

Fatally blind, my native home "I left, in this rude world to roam; O, brother! fhall I view no more Thy peaceful bowers? fair Albion's fhore? "Yes (if kind heaven my life fhall (pare) "Some happy moments yet I'll share, "In thy delightful bleft retreat, "With thee contemn the rich and great; "Redeem my time mifpent, and wait "Till death relieve th' unfortunate."

Adverfity, fage useful gueft,
Severe inftructor, but the best;
It is from thee alone we know
July to value things below;
Right reafon's ever faithful friend,
To thee our haughty paffions bend;
Tam'd by thy rod, poor Frauk at last
Repents of all his follies paft;
Refign'd, and patient to endure

Thofe ills, which heaven alone can cure.
With vain pursuits and labours worn,
He meditates a quick return,
Longs to revifit yet once more,
Poor prodigal! his native fhore.
In the next fhip for Britain bound,.
Glad Frank a ready paffage found;
Nor vcffel now, nor freight his own,
He fe: rs no longer Fortune's frown;
No property but life his fhare,
Life a frail good not worth his care
Active and willing to obey,.

A merry mariner and gay,

He hands the fails, and jokes all day.
At night no dreams disturb his reft,
No paflions riot in his breaft;
For, having nothing left to lofe,
Sweet and unbroken his repofe :
And now fair Albion's cliffs are feen,
And hills with fruitful herbage green:
His heart beats quick, the joy that ties
His faltering tongue, bursts from his eyes.
At length, thus hail'd the well-known land
And kneeling kits'd the happy ftrand.
"And do I then draw native air,
"After an age of toil and care?
"O welconie parent ifle, no more
"The vagrant fhall desert thy fhore,
"But, flyg to thy kind embrace,
"Flere end this life's laboricus race."
So when the ftag intent to rove,
Quits the fafe park and fheltering grove,
Tops the high pale, ftroils unconfin'd,
And leaves the lazy herd behind,
Lleft in his happy change a while,
Corn fields and flowery meadows fmile,
The pamper'd beast enjoys the spoil ;

Till

Till on the next returning morn,
Alarm'd, he hears the fatal horn;
Before the ftaunch, blood-thirty hounds
Panting, o'er hills unknown he bounds,
With clamour every wodd refunds:
He creeps the thorny brakes with pain,
He feks the diftant ftram in vain,
And now, by fad experience wise,
To his dear home the rambler flies;
His old inclofure gains once more,
And joins the herd he corn'd before.

Nor arc his labours finish'd yet,
Hunger and thirst, and p in and fweat,
And many a tedious mite re nains
Before his brother's houfe he gains.
Without one doit his purfe to blefs,
Nor very elegant his dref ;
With a tarr'd jump, a crooked bat,
Scarce one whole thoe, and half a hat;
From door to door the troller skip'd,
Sometimes r liev'd, but oftener whipp'd;
Sun-burnt and ragged, on he fires,
At last the menfion houfe appears,
Timely relief for all his cares,
Around he gaz'd. his greedy fight
Devours each object with delight;

Through cach known haunt transported roves,
Gay fmiling fields, and fhady groves,
Once confcious of his youthful loves.
About the hofpitable gate
Crowds of dejected wretches wait;
Fach day kind Bob's diffutive hand,
Char'd and refresh'd the tatter'd band,
Proud the mo god-lik: joy to fhare,
He fed the hurry, cloath'd the bare.
Frank among ft hof his station chofe,
With looks revealing inward woes;
When, lo! with wonder and furprize,
He faw dame Fortune in difguife;
He faw, but fcarce believ'd his eyes.
Her fawning fmiles, her tricking air,
Th' egregious h pocrite decjare;
A gypty's mantle round her fpread,
Of various dye, white, yellow, red;
Strange feats the promis'd, clamour'd loud,
And with her cant amus'd the crowd:
There every day impatient p y'd,
Puh d to get in, buc till deny'd;
For Bob, who knew the forte whore,
Thruft the fa fe vagrant from his door.
But, when the stronger s face he view'd,
With no deceitful tears bedew'd,
His boding heart began to melt,
And more than ufual pity felt:
He trac'd his features o'er and o'er,
That fpoke him beter born, thon h poor,
Though cloath'd in rags, genteel his mien,
That face he fomewhere must have leen:
Nature at last reveals the truth,
He knows, and owns the hapiefs youth.
Surpriz'd, and fpeechless, both embrace,
And mngling tears o'erflow each face;
Ti!! Bob thus cas'd his labouring thought,
And this inftructive moral tau ht.
Welcome, my brother, to my longing arms,
Here on my bolom reft fecure from harms;

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See Fortune there, that falfe delufive jade,
To whom thy prayers and ardent vows were paid:
she like her fix the fond purfuer flies;
But flight the jilt, and at thy feet the dies.
Now fale in port, indulge thyfelf on fhore,
Oh, tempt the faithlefs winds and feas no more;
Let unavailing toils, and dangers past,
hough late, this ufeful 'effon teach at last,
True happiness is only to be found
In a consented mind, a body found,
All de is dream, a dauce on fairy ground:
While refticis fools each idle whim purfue,
And it one with obtain d creates a new,
Like troward babes the toys they have, detest,
While fill the newest title pleafes beft:
Let us my brother, rich in wifdom's ftore,
What Heaven has lent, enjoy, nor covet more;
Subdue our pillons, curb their fancy rage,
And to ourfalves reftore the golden age.

THE DEVIL OUTWITTED:
A TALE.

VICAR liv'd on this fide Trent,

Religious, learn'd, benevolent,
Pure was his hi, in deed, word, thought,
A comment on the truths he taught:
His rith large his income fmall,
Yet ieluom wanted wherewithal;
For against every merry tice
Madam would caretu ly provide.
A painful paltor, but his theep
Alas! within no bounds would keep;
A fcabby flock, that every day
Run riot, and would go altray.
He thump'd his cultion, fretted, vext,
Thump do'er again each uleiul text;
Rebuk d, exhorted, all in vain,
His parith was the more profane:
The scrubs would have their wicked will,
And cunning Satan triumph'd still.
At laft, when each expedient fail'd,
And ferious nitafures bought avail'd,
It came into his head to try
The force of wit and raillery.
In good man was by nature gay,
Could gibe and joke, as well as pray;
Not like 1ome hide-bound (ok, who chace
Each merry Ime from their dull face,
And think pride zcal, ill-nature grace.
t chrtenings and each jovial feast,
He lingled out ti e dintotdeaft:
Let an his pointed arrows fly
Ford this and that, look'd very fly,
And let my maiters to apply.
His taxes were humourous, often true,
And now and then let off to view
With lud y fictions and theer wit,

arre'd, where truth could never hit.
ngh was always on his fide,
While paffive fools by turns deride;
And,

any thus at one another,

Lach jecting lout reform'd his brother;

Till

Till the whole parish was with ease Sham'd into virtue by degrees: Then be advifed, and try a tale, When Chryfoftom and Austin fail.

MA

A TALE.

AN, of precarious fcience vain,
Treats other creatures with difdain;
Nor Pug nor fhock have common fenfe,
Nor even Pol the leaft pretence,
Though the prates better than us all,
To be accounted rational.

The brute creation here below,
It feems, is nature's puppet-show;
But clock-work all, and mere machine,
What can these idle gimcracks mean?
Ye world-makers of Grefham-hall,
Dog Rover fhall confute you all;
Shall prove that every reasoning brute,
Like Ben of Bangor can difpute;
Can apprehend, judge, fyllogize,
Or like proud Bentley criticize:
At a moot point, or odd difafter,
Is often wifer than his mafter.

He may miftake fometimes, 'tis true,
None are infallible but you.
The dog whom nothing can mislead
Muft be a dog of parts indeed:
But to my tale; hear me, my friend,
And with due gravity attend.

Rover, as heralds are agreed,
Well-born, and of the fetting 'breed ;
Rang'd high, was ftout, of nose accute,
A very learned and courteous brute.
In parallel lines his ground he beat,
Not fuch as in one centre meet,
In thofe let blundering doctors deal,
His were exactly parallel.

When tainted gales the game betray,
Down close he finks, and eyes his prey.
Though different paffions tempt his foul,
True as the needle to the pole,
He keeps his point, and panting lies,
The floating net above him flies,
Then, dropping, fweeps the fluttering prize.
Nor this his only excellence :
When furly farmers took offence,
And the rank corn the fport deny'd,
Still faithful to his mafter's fide,
A thousand pretty pranks he play'd,
And chearful each command obey'd :
Humble his mind, though great his wit,
Would lug a pig. or turn the fpit;
Would fetch and carry, leap o'er sticks,
And forty fnch diverting tricks.
Nor Partridge, nor wife Gadbury,
Could find loft goods fo foon as he;
Bid him go back a mile or more,
And feek the glove you hid before,
Still his unerring nofe would wind it,
If above ground, was fure to find it;
Whimpering for joy his mafter greet,
And humbly lay it at his feet.

But hold-it cannot be deny 'd,
That useful talents mifapply'd,
May make wild work. It hapt one day,
Squire Lobb, his mafter, took his way,
New fhav'd, and fmug, and very tight,
To compliment a neighbouring knight;
In his beft trowfers he appears

(A comely perfon for his years);
And clean white drawers, that many a day
In lavender and rofe-cakes lay.
Acrofs his brawny fhoulders ftrung,
On his left fide his dagger hung;
Dead-doing blade! a dreadful guest,
Or in the field, or at the feast.
No Franklin carving of a chine
At Chriftide, ever look'd fo fine.
With him obfequious Rover trudg'd,
Nor from his heels one moment budg'd:
A while they travell'd, when within
Poor Lobb perceiv'd a rumbling din:
Then warring winds, for want of vent,
Shook all his earthly tenement.
So in the body politic

(For ftates fometimes, like men, are fick)
Dark faction mutters through the crowd,
Ere bare-fac'd treafon roars aloud :
Whether crude humours undigested
His labouring entrails had infested,
Or last night's load of bottled ale,
Crown mutinous, was breaking gaol:
The caufe of this his aukward pain,
Let Johnfton or let H-th explain;
Whofe learned nofes may discover,
Why nature's flink-pot thus ran over.
My province is th' effect to trace,
And give each point its proper grace,
Th' effect, O lamentable cafe!
Long had he ftruggled, but in vain.
The factious tumult to refrain:
What should he do? Th' unruly rout
Prefs'd on, and it was time, no doubt,
T' unbutton, and to let ali out.
The trowfers foon his will obey!
Not fo his ftubborn drawers, for they,
Beneath his hanging paunch clofe ty'da
His utmost art and pains defy'd:
He drew his dagger on thefpot,
Refolv'd to cut the Gordian knot.
in the fame road juft then país'd by
(Such was the will of destiny)
The courteous curate of the place,
Good nature fhone o'er all his face ;
Surpriz'd the flaming blade to view,
And deeming flaughter muft enfue,
Off from his hack himself he threw,
Then without ceremony feized
The fquire, impatient to be eas'd.

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"Lord! Mafter Lobb, who would have thought)
The fiend had e'er fo ftrongly wrought?
Is fuicide fo flight a fault?

"Rip up thy guts man! What-go quick,
"To hell? Outrageous lunatick !
"But, by the blething, I'll prevent
"With this right hand, thy foul intent."

The