He that would thus refine on thee,
And turn thy stage into a school,
The jest of Punch will ever be,
And stand confest the greater fool.
JOURNAL OF A MODERN LADY.
IN A LETTER TO A PERSON OF QUALITY.
SIR, 'twas a most unfriendly part
In you, who ought to know my heart,
Are well acquainted with my zeal
For all the female commonweal-
How could it come into your mind
To pitch on me, of all mankind,
Against the sex to write a satire,
And brand me for a woman-hater?
Well, if I ever touch a card!
Four matadores, and lose co
Depend upon't, I never will.
But run to Tom, and bid him
The ladies here to-night by si
"Madam, the goldsmith wait
He says, his business is to kn
If you'll redeem the silver cup
He keeps in pawn?"-" Why
"Your dressing-plate he'll be
To take, for interest cent. per c
And, madam, there's my Lady
Has sent this letter by her mai
"Well, I remember what she
And has she sent so soon to du
Here, carry down these ten pis
My husband left to pay for coa
I thank
my stars, they all are li
And I may have revenge to-nig
Now, loitering o'er her tea and
She enters on her usual theme
Her last night's ill-success repe
Calls Lady Spade a hundred ch
"She slipt spadillo in her breas
Then thought to turn it to a jes
There's Mrs Cut and she comb
And to each other give the sig
17 CM, 11 ▲ ovci wucii a caru :
Four matadores, and lose codille !
Depend upon't, I never will.
But run to Tom, and bid him fix
The ladies here to-night by six."
Madam, the goldsmith waits below;
He says, his business is to know
If you'll redeem the silver cup
He keeps in ?" Why, show him up."
"Your dressing-plate he'll be content
To take, for interest cent. per cent.
And, madam, there's my Lady Spade
Has sent this letter by her maid."
"Well, I remember what she won;
And has she sent so soon to dun?
Here, carry down these ten pistoles
My husband left to pay for coals:
I thank my stars, they all are light;
And I may have revenge to-night.'
Now, loitering o'er her tea and cream,
She enters on her usual theme;
Her last night's ill-success repeats,
Calls Lady Spade a hundred cheats:
"She slipt spadillo in her breast,
Then thought to turn it to a jest:
There's Mrs Cut and she combine,
And to each other give the sign."
And Modesty with blush
Now enters overweening Pri
And Scandal, ever gaping w
Hypocrisy with frown severe
Scurrility with gibing air;
Rude Laughter seeming like
And Malice always judging
And Vanity with pocket glas
And Impudence with front of
And studied Affectation came
Each limb and feature out of
While Ignorance, with brain
Flew hovering o'er each fema
Why should I ask of thee,
A hundred tongues, as poets
When, to give every daine he
A hundred thousand were too
Or how should I, alas! relate
The sum of all their senseless
Their inuendoes, hints, and sl
Their meaning lewd, and dou
Now comes the general scand
What some invent, the rest en
And, "Madam, if it be a lie,
You have the tale as cheap as
Imust conceal my author's na
But now, 'tis known to comm
nu utsty will pusing Jace;
Now enters overweening Pride,
And Scandal, ever gaping wide,
Hypocrisy with frown severe,
Scurrility with gibing air;
Rude Laughter seeming like to burst,
And Malice always judging worst;
And Vanity with pocket glass,
And Impudence with front of brass;
And studied Affectation came,
Each limb and feature out of frame;
While Ignorance, with brain of lead,
Flew hovering o'er each female head.
Why should I ask of thee, my Muse,
A hundred tongues, as poets use,
When, to give every dame her due,
A hundred thousand were too few?
Or how should I, alas! relate
The sum of all their senseless prate,
Their inuendoes, hints, and slanders,
Their meaning lewd, and double entendres?
Now comes the general scandal charge;
What some invent, the rest enlarge;
And, "Madam, if it be a lie,
You have the tale as cheap as I;
I must conceal my author's name :
But now, 'tis known to common fame."
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