THE PUPPETSHOW. THE life of man to represent, And turn it all to ridicule, The gods of old were logs of wood, And priest and people bow'd the head.. No wonder then, if art began To shape in timber foolish man, And consecrate the block to fame. From hence poetic fancy learn'd That trees might rise from human forms The body to a trunk be turn'd,' And branches issue from the arms.. Thus Dædalus and Ovid too, That man's a blockhead, have confest :. Two famous puppetshow-men.-In the year 1715 was published,. A second Tale of a Tub; or, the History of Robert Powell, the Puppetshow-man," written by Thomas Burnet, Esq. youngest son to Bishop Burnet, who was bred to the law; and, beside the piece here mentioned, was the author of many other political pamphlets against the ministry of the four last years of Queen Anne, for some of which: he was taken into custody by the messengers; and was suspected of being one of the Mohocks that attacked young Davenant. Sea Journal to Stella, March 8, 1711-12. N.. The same great truth South Sea has prov'd Are now sad monuments of folly. What Momus was of old to Jove, This fleeting scene is but a stage, Some draw our eyes by being great, And legislators rang'd in state, Are oft but wisdom in machine. A stock may chance to wear a crowi, A statue may put on a frown, And cheat us with a thinking face. Others are blindly led away, And made to act for ends unknown; By the mere spring of wires they play, And speak in language not their own.. Too oft, alas! a scolding wife Mix'd and embitter'd by a Joan.. In short, whatever men pursue, Of pleasure, folly, war, or love; This mimic race brings all to view : Alike they dress, they talk, they move. Go on, great Stretch, with artful hand, Thou shalt in puny wood be shown, Point at thy limbs, and tell thy name. Tell Tom, he draws a farce in vain, To make men act as senseless wood, He that would thus refine on thee, And stand confest the greater fool. THE GRAND QUESTION DEBATED. WHETHER HAMILTON'S BAWN SHOULD BE TURNED INTO A BARRACK OR A MALT-HOUSE.-1729. THUS spoke to my lady the knight full of care, "Let me have your advice in a weighty affair. This Hamilton's bawn, while it sticks in my hand, I lose by the house what I get by the land; But how to dispose of it to the best bidder, For a barrack‡ or malthouse, we now must consider. First, let me suppose I make it a malthouse, Here I have computed the profit will fall t' us: There's nine hundred pounds for labour and grain, I increase it to twelve, so three hundred remain ; A handsome addition for wine and good cheer, Three dishes a day, and three hogsheads a year; With a dozen large vessels my vault shall be stor❜d; No little scrub joint shall come on my board; And you and the dean no more shall combine To stint me at night to one bottle of wine; Nor shall I, for his humour, permit you to purloin A stone and a quarter of beef from my sir-loin. If I make it a barrack, the crown is my tenant; My dear, I have ponder'd again and again on't: In poundage and drawbacks I lose half my rent, Whatever they give me, I must be content, * Sir Arthur Acheson, at whose seat this was written. F. A large old house, two miles from Sir Arthur's seat. F. The army in Ireland was lodged in strong buildings, called barracks, which have lately been introduced into this country likèwise. H. Or join with the court in every debate; And rather than that, I would lose my estate." Thus argued my lady, but argued in vain; * A cant word in Ireland for a poor country clergyman. F. My lady's waiting woman. B. Two of Sir Arthur's managers. F |