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PIZZXXX ZERREIRA

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
“ Complaints against ihe royal butter."

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.

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.

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Last Friday night, as neighbours use,
This couple met to talk of news;
For by old proverbs it appears,
That walls have tongues, and hedges ears.

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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,

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I fear I shall be foon forgot,
You see, when folks have got their ends,
How quickly they neglect their friends ;
Yet I may fay, 'twixt me and you,
Pray God they now may find as true.

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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,

VOL. VIII.

K

For

For all the courtly Madams round
Now pay four shillings in the pound;
*[is come to what I always thought :
My dame is hardly worth a groat,
Had you and I been courtiers born,
We should not thus have lain forlorn ;
For those we dex’trous courtiers call,
Can rile upon their master's fall.
But we unlucky and unwise
Must fall, because our masters rise.

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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.

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Richmond-L. Here wont the Dean, when he's to

feek,

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To spunge a breakfast once a-week ;
To cry the bread was stale, and mutter
Complaints against the royal butter.
But now I fear it will be said,
No butter sticks upon his bread.
We soon shall find him full of spleen,
For want of tattling to the Queen;
Stunning her royal ears with talking;
His Rev'rence and her Highness walking:

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Whilft Lady Charlotte *, like a stroller,
Sits mounted on the garden-roller.
A goodly fight to fee her ride
With ancient Mirmont + at her fide.
In velvet cap his head lies warm ;
His hat for show beneath his arm.

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Marble-H. Some South-fea broker from the city
Will purchase me, the more's the pity;
Lay all my fine plantations waste
To fit them to his vulgar taste;

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Change'd for the worse in ev'ry part,
My master Pope will break his heart.

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Richmond-L. In my own Thames may. I be

drownded,
If e'er I stoop beneath a crown'd head;
Except her Majesty prevails

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To place me with the prince of Wales :
And then I shall be free from tears,
For he'll be prince these fifty years.
I then will turn a courtier too.
And serve the times, as others do:

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Plain loyalty, not built on hope,
I leave to your contriver, Pope ;
None loves his king and country better,
Yet none was ever less their debtor.

Marble-H. Then let him come and take a nap;
In summer on my verdant lap :

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Prefer our villa's, where the Thames is,
To Kensington, or hot St. James's;
Nor shall I dull in silence fit;
For 'tis to me he owes his wit :

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My groves, my echoes, and my birds,
Have taught him his poetic words.

* Lady Charlotte de Rouffy, a French lady.
+ Marquis de Mirmont, a Frenchman of quality

We gardens, and you wildernesses,
Affist all poets in diftreffes.
Him twice a-week I here expect,

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To rattle Moody * for neglect;
An idle rogue, who spends his quartridge
In tippling at the Dog and Partridge ;
And I can hardly get him down
Three times a-week to brush my gown.

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

you.

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'T "I$ ftrange, what diff'rent thoughts inspire

In men, pellellion and desire!
Think what they wish fo great a blessing;
So disappointed when poffeffing !

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A moralist profoundly fage,
I know not in what book or page,
Or whether o'er a pot of ale,
Related thus the following tale.

Pollellion, and Defire his brother, But still at variance with each other,

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* The gardener.

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