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A PASTORAL DIALOGUE between RICH
MOND-LODGE and MARBLE-HILL *.
Written June 1727, just after the news of the
late King's death, to which time this note mult also be referred.
RICHMOND-LODGE is a house with a small park belonging to the crown. It was usually granted by the crown for a lease of years. The Duke of Ormond + was the last who had it. Af ter his exile, it was given to the Prince of Wales by the King. The Prince and Princess usually parfed their summer there. It is within a niile of Richmond.
MRBLE-Hill is a house built by Mrs Howard, then of the bedchamber, now Countess of Suffolk, and Groom of the Stole to the Queen. It is on the Middlesex fide near Twickenham, where Mr. Pope lives, and about two miles from Richmond-Lodge.
* This piece contains some of the best and finest portraits of Dr. Swifi, in three or four different attitudes, that ever were drawn. In it we are also told, in his own ludicrous way, that he generally spunged a breakfast once a week from ibe Princess of Wales, (tie lace Queen Caroline); and, I believe, we may take his own word for it, that he frequentiy used
" To cry the bre:d was ftale, and mutter
Swift + James Builer Duke of Ormond, succeeded John Duke of Marlborough as'Cip:ain General in Qu en Anne's reign. He fcd from England, soon after the Queen's death in 1714; and retired to Avignon in France, where he died without illue in 1745. His corpie wis hrought to Englund, and interred in Weftiniaster abbey, May 22. 2746.
Mr. Pope was the contriver of the gardens, Lord Herbert the architect, and the Dean of St. Patrick's chief butler, and keeper of the icehouse. Upon King George's death, these two houses met, and had the following dialogue.
+IN spite of Pope, in spite of Gay,
And all that he or they can say, Sing on I must, and sing I will
Of Richmond-Lodge and Marble-Hill.
Last Friday night, as neighbours use,
Marble-H. Quoth Marble-Hill, right well I ween, Your mistress now is grown a queen : You'll find it soon by woful proof; She'll come no more beneath your roof.
Richmond-L. The kingly prophet well evinces, That we should put no trust in princes. My royal master promis'd me
15 To raise me to a high degree; But now he's grown a king, God wot,
Marble-H. My house was built but for a show, My lady's empty pockets know ; And now she will not have a shilling
25 To raise the stairs, or build the ceiling;
+ This poem was car ied to court, and read to the king and queen,
For all the courtly Madams round
Richmond-L. My master scarce a fortnight since Was grown as wealthy as a prince ; But now it will be no such thing, For he'll be poor as any king : And by his crown will nothing get; But like a king to run in debt.
Marble-H. No more the Dean, that grave divine, Shall keep the key of my nowine; My icehouse rob, as heretofore,
50 And steal my artichoaks no more ; Poor Patty Blount no more be seen Bedras glei in my walks fo green : Plump Johnny Gay will now elope ; And here no more will dangle Pope.
Richmond-L. Here wont the Dean, when he's to
To spunge a breakfast once a-week ;
Whilft Lady Charlotte *, like a stroller,
Marble-H. Some South-fea broker from the city
Richmond-L. In my own Thames may. I be
Marble-H. Then let him come and take a nap;
* Lady Charlotte de Rouffy, a French lady.
We gardens, and you wildernesses,
Richmond-L. I pity you, dear Marble-Hill; But hope to see you flourish still. All happiness, -and so adieu. Marble-H. Kind Richmond-Lodge, the same to
'T "I$ ftrange, what diff'rent thoughts inspire
In men, pellellion and desire!
A moralist profoundly fage,
Pollellion, and Defire his brother, But still at variance with each other,
* The gardener.