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at such a compliment, returned the visit; and as the beginning of this intercourse bore some appearance of romance, he gave the humorous and lively account of it which the Long Story contains.
Britain's ifle, no matter where,
To raise the ceiling's fretted height,
Full oft within the spacious walls,
His bushy beard and shoe-strings green,
• The mansion house at Stoke-Pogeis, then in pofsession of Viscountess Cobham. The style of building which we now call Queen Elizabeth's, is here admirably described, both with regard to it's beauties and defects; and the third and fourth stanzas delineate the fantastic manners of her time with equal truth and humour. The house formerly belonged to the Earls of Huntingdon and the family of Hatton.
+ Sir Christopher Hatton, promoted by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful person and fine dancing.“ Brawls were a sort of a figure-dance then in vogue, and probably deemed as elegant as our modern cotillions, or ftill more modern quadrilles.
What, in the very first beginning
you do nothing but defcribe?
The first came cap-à-pée from France,
The other Amazon kind Heav'n
To celebrate her eyes, her air-
With bonnet blue and capuchine,
Fame, in the shape of Mr. P-t,
+ The reader is already apprized who these ladies were; the two defcriptions are prettily contrasted; and nothing can be more happily turned than the compliment to Lady Cobham in the eight stanza.
I have been told that this gentleman, a neighbour and acquaintance of Mr. Gray's in the country, was
Had told that thereabouts there lurk'd
Who prowl'd the country far and near,
My Lady heard their joint petition
The heroines undertook the task ;
The trembling family they daunt,
Each hole and cupboard they explore,
Into the drawers and china pry,
a tea-cup he might lie, Or creas'd like dog's ears in a folio.
On the first marching of the troops, The Mufes, hopeless of his pardon,
much displeased at the liberty ere taken with his name, yet surely without any great reason,
Convey'd him underneath their hoops
So Rumour says; (who will believe?)
Short was his joy: he little knew
The words too eager to unriddle,
So cunning was the apparatus,
Yet on his way (no sign of Grace,
The godhead would have back'd his quarrel:
The court waş fat, the culprit there ;
Such as in filence of the night
(Styack + has often seen the light)
The peeress comes: the audience ftare,
The Bard with many an artful fib
But soon his rhetoric forsook him
Yet something he was heard to mutter,
124 “ He once or twice had penn'd a sonnet, " Yet hop'd that he might save his bacon; “ Numbers would give their oaths upon it, “ He ne'er was for a conj'rer taken.”
128 The ghostly prudes, with hagged face, Already had condemn'd the finner :
+ The Housekeeper. # The steward. & Groom of the chamber. || A famous highwayman, hanged the week before. Hagged, i. c. the face of a witch or hag. The em