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Many species of woe claim the rich man's attention ; Some seek for redress, and some for prevention ; In relieving those wants be your riches employ'd, What before lay quite useless will then be enjoy'd. Come, come, my good friend, be your notions enlarged

[charged, For to sit up all night with your blunderbuss Ready primed, ready cock'd—with your eye on the latch

(watch !' If a mouse scrape the wainscot, to cry out, Watch! To dread murderers and thieves--nay, each newsman that's passing;

[sassin Think each servant a spy, and each slave an asAre these all the blessings by wealth to be got? Then be quiet and poverty ever my lot.


Fine talking indeed! But talk's a deceiver.Suppose you're laid up with an ague or fever: Then, my pennyless friend, not a soul will come

near you, But if solid rouleaus fill your chest, never fear you! To deny you assistance what heart is so cruel ? A peer of the realm shall prepare you your gruel; Physicians are jostling night and day on your

staircase, The public feel for you as if it were their case, The news-writers wait to make known with impatience

[relations. You're restored by kind Heaven to your friends and


Friends, thou wretch! thou hast none- - thy relations all flee thee;

[see thee; Wife and children with pleasure at Tyburn would Thou art hooted and hiss'd at where'er thou can'st

turn thee, And all thy good neighbours in effigy burn thee.

How canst thou give way to this fatal delusion? You pay court to your gold—I admire your concluYour money engrosses your only regard, [sion. Yet the esteem of mankind is to be your reward! Have seventy-nine years made the patriarch no

wiser ?
Can Jacob's gray hairs want a beardless adviser ?

A hawk never yet was the sire of a dove,
So kindness must still be the parent of love.
If you think to preserve all your kinsfolk's affection
Without mutual returns, you'll destroy the con-
nexion ;

Though Nature does her part, yet you must do
Or order and harmony soon fly your doors ;
By closing the purse-strings to hope it effected,
Is the damnablest scheme thou hast ever projected;
Just as wisely you might on an ass get a straddle,
And bet fifty to one you keep 'firm in the saddle.
But, for God's sake, fix some where a bound to

your craving,
Nor go on thus for ever still griping and saving;
As you labour and add every day to your store,
Shall your terror of starving increase more and

(to the mark, Name your sum-and resolve, when you've reach'd No longer to toil like a mole in the dark. Beware of the fate of old Foscue, the French

(trench, man! Who himself underground with his gold did en

* The door, which had a slip lock, closed upon this wretched being, and be was starved to death. VOL. V.



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Oh! there think what horrors the caitiff surround!
Alive self-entomb'd! no retreat to be found !
Death's horrible jaws opened wide to receive him!
In vain he cries out to his gold to relieve him!
The base earthborn idol, sole end of his cares,
Is blind to his weeping, and deaf to his prayers.
Thus, cursed with the enjoyment of all his desires,
In the arms of his god he blaspheming expires.

What then would you have me enroll’d with the

Who are sacrificed nightly to idols at Arthur's ?
Or boldly advance on the turf with Sir James ?



Hold, hold, sir-defend not your cause by extremes ;

[thrift, Though I think it a scandal too far to extend Conclude not from thence that I honour a spend

Must you never eat flesh 'cause forbid to eat pork ?
Can't you hit on a mean between ****** and ***** ?
There's a medium in all things; the line that

Points out the right path; error lies at the sides.

But let us be candid. Is none but the miser » A slave to his fears ? Pray are other folks wiser ? If we cast our eyes round, and regard every station,

[ation; We see nought but confusion, disgust, and vexaEach man after some untried blessing is panting, And, all else possess’d, still that something is wanting!

[blind Pressing forward with eyes pointing eager, he's To the crowd of poor wretches that hobble behind;

He counts not the numbers whose fortune's inferior, Nor can e'er be content while he sees a superior. Thus you've seen at Newmarket—that fair field of fame,

[sameWhere my lord and his groom to all eyes are the When o'er the green turf the swift racehorses fly, On the foremost each jockey still rivets his eye, While he only regards with contempt and with

laughter The batter'd old jade that comes stumbling on after. Hence, at life's various feast, we shall hardly

be able To point outone guest rising pleased from the table; We may just as soon see by your patriot cares Peace establish'd through Europe for ninety-nine years.

[case book, Now adieu, my friend Jacob—I'll close up my Lest you think I've purloin'd some old Dutch

commonplace book. 1762.


CHARACTER OF LOTHARIO. FROM his youth upwards to the present day When vices,more than years, have mark'd him gray, When riotous excess, with wasteful band, (sand, Shakes life's frail glass, and hastes each ebhing Unmindful from what stock he drew his birth, Untainted with one deed of real worth, Lothario, holding honour at no price, Folly to folly added, vice to vice, [shame Wrought sin with greediness, and sought for With greater zeal than good men seek for fame.

Where (reason left without the least defence) Laughter was mirth, obscenity was sense ; Where Impudence made Decency submit; [wit; Where noise was humour, and where whim was Where rude untemper'd license had the merit Of liberty, and lunacy was spirit; Where the best things were ever held the worst, Lothario was, with justice, always first.

To whip a top, to knuckle down at taw, To swing upon a gate, to ride a straw, To play at push-pin with dull brother peers, To belch out catches in a porter's ears, To reign the monarch of a midnight cell, To be the gaping chairman's oracle; Whilst, in most blessed union, rogue and whore Clap hands, huzza, and hiccup out-encore; Whilst gray Authority, who slumbers there In robes of watchman's fur, gives up his chair; With midnight howl to bay the' affrighted moon, To walk with torches through the streets at noon To force plain Nature from her usual way, Each night a vigil, and a blank each day; To match for speed one feather 'gainst another, To make one leg run races with his brother; 'Gainst all the rest to take the northern wind, Bute to ride first, and he to ride behind; To coin newfangled wagers, and to lay them, Laying to lose, and losing not to pay them; Lothario, on that stock which Nature gives, Without a rival stands, though March * yet lives.

When Folly (at that name, in duty bound, Let subject myriads kneel, and kiss the ground, Whilst they who in the presence upright stand Are held as rebels through the loyal land),

* Lord March, the late Piccadilly Duke.

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