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Last night was so extremely fine, And Pallas, if she broke the laws,
The ladies walkid till after nine ; Must yield her foe the stronger cause ;
Then, in soft voice and speech absurd, A shame to one so much ador'd
With nonsense every second word, For wisdom at Jove's council-board.
With fustain from exploded plays, Besides, she fear'd the Queen of Love
They celebrate her beauty's praise ; Would meet with better friends above.
Run o'er their cant of stupid lies, And though she must with grief reflect,
And tell the murders of her eyes.
With silent scorn Vanessa sat,
Scarce listening to their idle chat;
Further than sometimes by a frown, A goddess of unspotted fame.
When they grew pert, to pull them down. She knew, by augury divine,
At last she spitefully was bent Venus vould fail in her design:
To try their wisdom's full extent ; She study'd well the point, and found
And said she valued nothing less Her foe's conclusions were not sound,
Than titles, figure, shape and dress;
That merit should be chiefly plac'd
In judgment, knowledge, wit, and taste ; And must have contrary effects
And these, she offer'd to dispute, To what her treacherous foe expects.
Alone distinguish'd man from brute: In proper season Pallas meets
That present times have no pretence The Queen of Love, whom thus she greets
To virtue, in the noble sense (For gods, we are by Homer told,
By Greeks and Romans understood, Can in celestial language scold):
To perish for our country's good. Perfidious goddess ! but in vain
She nam'd the ancient heroes round, You form'd this project in your brain ;
Explain'd for what they were renown'd, A project for thy talents fit,
Then spoke with censure or applause With much deceit and little wit.
of foreign customs, rites, and laws ; Thou hast, as thou shalt quickly see,
Through nature and through art she rang'd, Deceiv'd thyself, instead of me:
And gracefully her subject chang'd; For how can heavenly wisdom prove
In vain! her hearers had no share An jostrument to earthly love?
In all she spoke, except to stare. Know'st thou not yet, that men commence
Their judgment was upon the whole, Thy votaries, for want of sense?
- That lady is the dullest soul!-Nor shall Vanessa be the theme
Then tipt their forehead in a jeer, To manage thy abortive scheme:
As who should say-she wants it here! She'll prove the greatest of thy foes !
She may be handsome, young, and rich, And yet I scorn to interpose,
But none will burn her for a witch ! But, using neither skill nor force,
A party next of glittering dames, Leave all things to their natural course.
Froin round the purlieus of St. James, The goddess thus pronounc'd her doom :
Came early, out of pure good-will, When lo! Vanessa in her bloom
To see the girl in dishabille. Advanc'd, like Atalanta's star,
Their clamour, 'lighting from their chairs, But rarely seen, and seen from far:
Grew louder all the way up stairs; In a new world with caution stept,
At entrance loudest, where they found Watch'd all the company she kept,
The room with volumes litter'd round. Well knowing, from the books she read,
Vanessa held Montaigne, and read, What dangerous paths young virgins tread:
Whilst Mrs. Susan comb'd her head. Would seldoin at the park appear,
They call'd for tea and chocolate, Nor saw the playhouse twice a year;
And fell into their usual chat, Yet, not incurious, was inclin'd
Discoursing, with important face, To know the converse of mankind.
On ribbons, fans, and gloves, and lace ; First issued from perfumers' shops
Show'd patterns just from India brought, A crowd of fashionable fops;
And gravely ask'd her what she thought, They ask'd her how she lik’d the play;
Whether the red or green were best, Then told the tattle of the day;
And what they cost : Vanessa guess'd, A duel fought last night at two,
As came into her fancy first ; About a lady-you know who:
Nam'd half the rates, and lik'd the worst. Mention'd a new Italian come
To scandal next-What awkward thing Either from Muscovy or Roine ;
Was that last Sunday in the ring? Gave hints of who and who's together ;
I'm sorry Mopsa breaks so fast : Then fell a talking of the weather ;
I said her face would never last.
Give mortals neither heat nor light.
Corinna, with that youthful air,
And with address each genius held Is thirty, and a bit to spare :
To that wherein it most excell'd; Her fondness for a certain earl
Thus, making others' wisdom known, Began when I was but a girl!
Could please them, and improve her own. Phillis, who but a month ago
A modest youth said something new; Was marry'd to the Tunbridge beau,
She plac'd it in the strongest view. I saw coquetting t'other night
All humble worth she strove to raise ; In public with that odious knight!
Would not be prais'd, yet lov'd to praise. They railly'd next Vanessa's dress :
The learned met with free approach, That gown was made for old Queen Bess.
Although they came not in a coach : Dear Madam, let me see your head:
Some clergy too she would allow, Don't you intend to put on red?
Nor quarrel'd at their awkward bow; A petticoat without a hoop!
But this was for Cadenus' sake, Sure, you are not asham’d to stoop!
A gowoman of a different make; With handsome garters at your knees,
Whom Pallas, once Vanessa's tutor, No matter what a fellow sees.
Had fix'd on for her coadjutor. Fill'd with disdain, with rage inflam’d,
But Cupid, full of mischief, longs Both of herself and sex asham'd,
To vindicate his mother's wrongs. The nymph stood silent out of spite,
On Pallas all attempts are vain : Nor would vouchsafe to set them right.
One way he knows to give her pain ; Away the fair detractors went,
Vows on Vanessa's heart to take And gave by turns their censures vent.
Due vengeance, for her patron's sake. She's not so handsome in my eyes:
Those early seeds by Venus sown, For wit, I wonder where it lies!
In spite of Pallas, now were grown ; She's fair and clean, and that's the most :
And Cupid hop'd they would improve But why proclaim her for a toast?
By time, and ripen into love. A baby face; no life, no airs,
The boy made use of all his craft, But what she learn'd at country-fairs;
In vain discharging many a shaft, Scarce knows what difference is between
Pointed at colonels, lords, and beaux: Rich Flanders lace and colberteen.
Cadenus warded off the blows; I'll undertake, my little Nancy
For, placing still some book betwixt,
The darts were in the cover fix'd, In flounces hath a better fancy!
Or, often blunted and recoil'd,
On Plutarch's Morals struck, were spoil'd.
The Queen of Wisdom could foresee,
But not prevent the Fates' decree:
And human caution tries in vain Which every girl at five years old
To break that adamantine chain. Can do as soon as she is told.
Vanessa, though by Pallas taught, Becomes the creature well enough.
By love invulnerable thought, The girl might pass, if we could get her
Searching in books for wisdom's aid,
Was, in the very search, betray’d. To know the world a little better.
Cupid, though all his darts were lost, (To know the world! a modern phrase
Yet still resolv'd to spare no cost:
He could not answer to his fame
A nymph so hard to be subdued,
Who neither was coquette nor prude.
Both to adore her, and instruct her:
I'll give her what she most admires,
Cadenus many things had writ:
I own, that out-of-fashion stuff
The Queen of Beauty lost her aim;
For great examples are but vain,
Against Vanessa's power unite:
Yet some of either sex, endow'd
Said she should be no longer teas'd, And callid for his poetic works:
Might have her freedom when she pleas'd ; Meantime the boy in secret lurks;
Was now convinc'd he acted wrong, And, while the book was in her hand,
To hide her from the world so long, The urchin from his private stand
And in dull studies to engage
One of her tender sex and age;
That every nymph with envy own'd,
How she might shine in the grande monde; And deep transfix'd her bosom too. Some lines, more moving than the rest,
And every shepherd was undone
To see her cloister'd like a nun.
This was a visionary scheme:
He wak'd, and found it but a dream;
A project far above his skill;
For nature must be nature still.
If he were bolder than became
A scholar to a courtly dame,
She might excuse a man of letters ;
Thus tutors often treat their betters:
And, since his talk offensive grew,
He came to take his last adieu.
Vanessa, fill'd with just disdain,
Would still her dignity maintain,
Instructed from her early years
To scorn the art of female tears.
Had he employed his time so long
To teach her what was right and wrong;
Yet could such notions entertain
That all his lectures were in vain?
She own`d the wandering of her thoughts;
But he must answer for her faults.
She well remember'd, to her cost,
That all his lessons were not lost.
Two maxims she could still produce,
And sad experience taught their use : He now could praise, esteem, approve,
That virtue, pleas'd by being shown, But understood not what was love.
Knows nothing which it dares not own;
Can soake us without fear disclose
Our inmost secrets to our foes:
That common forms were not design'd
Directors to a noble mind.
Now, said the nymph, to let you see
My actions with
That I can vulgar forms despise,
And have no secrets to disguise:
I knew, by what you said and writ,
How dangerous things were men of wit;
You caution'd me against their charms,
But never gave me equal arms;
Your lessons found the weakest part,
Aim'd at the head, but reach'd the heart.
Cadenus felt within him rise
Shatne, disappointment, guilt, surprise.
He knew not how to reconcile
Such language with her usual style:
And yet her words were so exprest,
He could not hope she spoke in jest. Yet guess'd not whence could spring the change.
His thoughts had wholly been confin'd
To form and cultivate her mind.
He hardly knew, till he was told,
Whether the nymph were young or old ;
Had met her in a public place,
Without distinguishing her face:
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NEW ELEGANT EXTRACTS. Much less could his declining age
(SWIFT.-17. Vanessa's earliest thoughts engage;
How would it be esteem'd and read, And if her youth indifference met,
Although the writer long were dead! His person must contempt beget:
If such an author were alive, Or, grant her passion be sincere,
How all would for his friendship strive,
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And come in crowds to see his face ! How shall his innocence be clear?
And this she takes to be her case. Appearances were all so strong,
Cadenus answers every end,
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The book, the author, and the friend; Would say, he made a treacherous use
The utmost her desires will reach,
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Is but to learn what he can teach: The town would swear he had betray'd
His converse is a system fit By magic spells the harmless maid :
Alone to fill up all her wit; And every beau would have his jokes,
While every passion of her mind That scholars were like other folks;
In hin is center'd and confin.d. And when Platonic Aights were over,
Love can with speech inspire a mute, The tutor turn'd a mortal lover!
And taught Vanessa to dispute. So tender of the young and fair!
This topic, never touch'd before, It show'd a true paternal care
Display'd her eloquence the more: Five thousand guineas in her purse!
Her knowledge, with such pains acquir'd, The doctor might have fancy'd worse.
By this new passion grew inspir’d; Hardly at length he silence broke,
Through this she made all objects pass, And faulter'd every word he spoke;
Which gave a tincture o'er the mass; Interpreting her complaisance,
As rivers though they bend and twine, Just as a man sans consequence.
Still to their sea their course incline; She raillied well, he always knew:
Or, as philosophers, who find Her manner now was something new;
Some favourite system to their mind, And what she spoke was in an air
In every point to make it fit, As serious as a tragic player.
Will force all nature to submit. But those who aim at ridicule
Cadenus, who could ne'er suspect Should fix upon some certain rule,
His lessons would have such effect, Which fairly hints they are in jest,
Or be so artfully apply'd, Else he must enter his protest :
Insensibly came on her side.
It was an unforeseen event; For, let a man be ne'er so wise,
Things took a turn he never meant.
Whoe'er excels in what we prize,
Appears a hero in our eyes:
Each girl, when pleas'd with what is taught,
Will have the teacher in her thought; 'Tis just what coxcombs call a bite. But, not to dwell on things minute,
When Miss delights in her spinet, Vanessa finish'd the dispute,
A fiddler may a fortune get; Brought weighty arguments to prove
A blockhead, with melodious voice, That reason was her guide in love.
In boarding-schools may have his choice; She thought he had himself describid,
And oft the dancing-master's art His doctrines when she first imbib'd:
Climbs from the toe to touch the heart; What he had planted now was grown;
In learning let a nymph delight, His virtues she might call her own;
The pedant gets a mistress by 't. As he approves, as lie dislikes,
Cadenus, to his grief and shame, Love or contempt her fancy strikes.
Could scarce oppose Vanessa's flame; Self-love, in nature rooted fast,
And, though her arguments were strong, Attends us first, and leaves us last:
At least could hardly wish them wrong. Why she likes him, admire not at her;
Howe'er it came, he could not tell, She loves herself, and that's the matter.
But sure she never talk'd so well. How was her tutor wont to praise
His pride began to interpose ; The geniuses of ancient days !
Preferr'd before a crowd of beaux! (Those authors he so oft' had nam’d,
So bright a nymph to come unsought! For learning, wit, and wisdom fam`d)
Such wonder by his merit wrought! Was struck with love, esteem, and awe,
"Tis merit must with her prevail ! For persons whom he never saw.
He never knew her judgment fail ! Suppose Cadenus flourish'd then,
She noted all she ever read!
And had a most discerning head!
'Tis an old maxim in the schools,
Or whether he at lasts descends Yet now and then your men of wit
To act with less seraphic ends; Will condscend to take a bit.
Or, to compound the business, whether So, when Cadenus could not hide,
They temper love and books together; He chose to justify, his pride;
Must never to mankind be told, Construing the passion she had shown,
"Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold. Much to her praise, more to his own.
Meantime the mournful Queen of Love Nature in him had merit plac'd,
Led but a weary life above.
She ventures now to leave the skies,
Grown by Vanessa's conduct wise : So long attending at the gate,
For, though by one perverse event, Disdain'd to enter in so late.
Pallas had cross'd her first intent; Love why do we one passion call,
Though her design was not obtain'd;
Yet had she much experience gain'd,
Could better now the cause decide.
due notice that both parties, Sorrow with jcy, and hope with fear;
Coram Regina, pror' die Martis, Wherein his dignity and age
Should at their peril, without fail, Forbid Cadenus to engage.
Come and appear, and save their bail. But friendship, in its greatest height,
All met; and, silence thrice proclaim’d, A constant, rational delight,
One lawyer to each side was nam'd. On virtue's basis fix'd to last,
The judge discover'd in her face When love allurements long are past;
Resentments for her late disgrace; Which gently warms, but cannot burn;
And, full of anger, shame, and grief, He gladly offers in return;
Directed them to mind their brief, His want of passion will redeem
Nor spend their time to show their reading; With gratitude, respect, esteem ;
She'd have a summary proceeding. With that devotion we bestow,
She gather'd under every head When goddesses appear below.
The sum of what each lawyer said, While thus Cadenus entertains
Gave her own reasons last, and then Vanessa in exalted strains,
Decreed the cause against the men, The nymph in sober words entreats
But, in a weighty case like this, A truce with all sublime conceits :
To show she did not judge amiss, For why such raptures, flights, and fancies,
Which evil tongues might else report, To her who durst not read romances ?
She made a speech in open court; In lofty style to make replies,
Wherein she grievously complains, Which he had taught her to despise ?
“ How she was cheated by the swains;" But when her tutor will affect
On whose petition (humbly showing, Devotion, duty, and respect,
That women were not worth the wooing, He fairly abdicates the throne;
And that, unless the sex would mend, The government is now her own;
The race of lovers soon must end) He has a forfeiture incurrid;
She was at Lord knows what expense She vows to take him at his word,
To form a nymph of wit and sense, And hopes he will not think it strange,
A model for her sex design'd, If both should now their stations change.
Who never could one lover find. The nymyh will have her turn to be
She saw her favour was misplac'd; The tutor; and the pupil, he:
The fellow's had a wretched taste; Though she already can discern
She needs must tell them to their face, Her scholar is not apt to learn;
They were a stupid, senseless race ; Or wants capacity to reach
And, were she to begin again, The science she designs to teach :
She'd study to reform the men; Wherein his genius was below
Or add some grains of folly more The skill of every common beau,
To women, than they had before, Who, though he cannot spell, is wise
To put them on an equal foot ; Enough to read a lady's eyes,
And this, or nothing else, would do 't. And will each accidental glance
This might their mutual fancy strike,
Since every being loves its like.
“ But now, repenting what was done,
She left all business to her son ; Is to the world a secret yet.
She puts the world in his possession, Whether the nymph, to please her swain,
And let him use it at discretion." Talks in a high romantic strain ;