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As soon as her ladyship call'd to be dress'd, Cried, 'Madam, why surely my master's possess'd: Sir Arthur the Maltster! how fine it will sound! I'd rather the Bawn were sunk under ground. But, madam, I guess'd there would never come

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When I saw him so often with Darby and Wood *. And now my dream's out; for I was a-dream'd That I saw a huge rat: 0) dear! how I scream'd! And after, methought, I had lost my new shoes; And Molly she said I should hear some ill news.

“Dear madam! had you but the spirit to tease, You might have a Barrack whenever you please : And, madam, I always believed you so stout, That for twenty denials you would not give out. If I had a husband like him, I purtest, Till he gave me my will, I would give him no rest; And rather than come in the same pair of sheets With such a cross man, I would lie in the streets, But, madam, I beg you contrive and invent, And worry him out, till he gives his consent.

Dear madam! whene'er of a Barrack I think, An I were to be hang’d, I can't sleep a wink; For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain. I fancy already a Barrack contrived At Hamilton's Bawn, and the troop is arrived ; Of this, to be sure, Sir Arthur has warning, And waits on the captain betimes the next morning. Now see, when they meet, how their honours behave:

[slave, Noble captain! your servant-Sir Arthur! your You honour me much—The honour is mine'Twas a sad rainy night-but the morning is fine

* Two of Sir Arthur's managers.

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Pray how does my lady-My wife's at your

serviceI think I have seen her picture by JarvisGood morrow, good captain! I'll wait on you

downYou sha’n’t'stir a foot-You'll think me a clownFor all the world, captain, not half an inch far

therYou must be obey'd Your servant, Sir Arthur; My humble respects to my lady unknownI hope you will use my house as your own.' 'Go bring me my smock, and leave off your

prate; Thou hast certainly gotten a cup in thy pate.' • Pray, madam, be quiet; what was it I said? You had like to have put it quite out of my head.

Next day, to be sure, the captain will come At the head of his troop, with trumpet and drum. Now, madam, observe how he marches in state; The man with the kettledrum enters the gate : Dub, dub, adub, dub. The trumpeters follow; Tantara, tantara; while all the boys halloo. See now comes the captain, all daub'd with gold

lace: O law ! the sweet gentleman! look in his face ; And see how he rides like a lord of the land, With the fine flaming sword that he holds in his

hand; And his horse, the dear creter! it prances and rears, With ribands in knots at its tail and its ears. At last comes the troop, by the word of command Drawn up in our court; when the captain cries,

Stand. Your ladyship lifts up the sash to be seen (For sure I had dizen'd you out like a queen),

The captain, to show he is proud of the favour,
Looks up to your window, and cocks up his beaver;
(His beaver is cock’d; pray, madam, mark that,
For a captain of horse never takes off his hat,
Because he has never a hand that is idle,
For the right holds the sword, and the left holds

the bridle)
Then flourishes thrice his sword in the air,
As a compliment due to a lady so fair:
(How I tremble to think of the blood it hath spilt!)
Then he lowers down the point, and kisses the hilt.
Your ladyship smiles, and thus you begin :
Pray, captain, be pleased to alight and walk in.
The captain salutes you with congee profound,
And your ladyship courtesies half way to the

ground. Kit, run to your master, and bid him come to us; I'm sure he'll be proud of the honour you do us : And, captain, you'll do us the favour to stay, And take a short dinner here with us to-day : You're heartily welcome ; but as for good cheer, You come in the very worst time of the year : If I had expected so worthy a guestLord! madam! your ladyship sure is in jest ; You bantér me, madam: the kingdom must grantYou officers, captain, are so complaisant.'

-Hist, hussy! I think I hear somebody coming'No, madam; 'tis only Sir Arthur a-humming : To shorten my tale (for I hate a long story), The captain at dinner appears in his glory; The Dean and the doctor * have humbled their

pride, For the captain's entreated to sit by your side ;

* Dr. Jenny, a clergy man in the neighbourbood. VOL. V.

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And because he's their betters you carve for him

first; The parsons for envy are ready to burst: The servants, amazed, are scarce ever able To keep off their eyes as they wait at the table; And Molly and I have thrust in our nose To peep at the captain in all his fine clothes. Dear madam! be sure he's a fine spoken man; Do but hear on the clergy how glib his tongue ran : And, madam (says he), if such dinners you give, You'll never want parsons as long as you live ; I ne'er knew a parson without a good nose, But the devil's as welcome wherever he goes. G-dd-me, they bid us reform and repent, But, 2-s, by their looks they never keep Lent. Mister curate, for all your grave looks, I'm afraid You cast a sheep's eye on her ladyship's maid ; I wish she would lend you her pretty white hand In mending your cassock and smoothing your band (For the De was so shabby, and look'd lik

ninny, That the captain supposed he was curate to Jenny); Whenever you see a cassock and gown, A hundred to one but it covers a clown. Observe how a parson comes into a room, G-dd-me, he hobbles as bad as my groom. A scholard, when just from his college broke loose, Can hardly tell how to cry Bo to a goose. Your Noveds and Bluturks and Omurs* and stuff, By G- they don't signify this pinch of snuff. To give a young gentleman right education, The army's the only good school in the nation,

* Ovids, Plutarchs, Homers. See Essay on Modern Education.

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My schoolmaster call’d me a dunce and a fool,
But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school;
I never could take to my book for the blood o’me,
And the puppy confess’d he expected no good o’me.
He caught me one morning coquetting his wife,
But he maul'd me, I ne'er was so maul'd in my life;
So I took to the road, and, what's very odd,
The first man I robb'd was a parson, by G-
Now, madam, you'll think it a strange thing to say,
But the sight of a book makes me sick to this day.

Never since I was born did I hear so much wit, And, madam, I laugh'd till I thought I should split: So then you look'd scornful, and sniff’d at the Dean, As who should say, Now, am I Skinny and Lean * ? But he durst not so much as once open his lips, And the doctor was plaguily down in the hips.'

Thus merciless Hannah ran on in her talk, Till she heard the Dean call, · Will your ladyship

walk?' Her ladyship answers, 'I'm just coming down:' Then turning to Hannah, and forcing a frown, Although it was plain in her heart she was glad, Cried, 'Hussy! why, sure the wench is gone mad: How could these chimeras get into your brains?Come hither, and take this old gown for your pains. But the Dean, if this secret should come to his ears, Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers : For your life, not a word of the matter, I charge ye. Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy.'.

SWIFT, Nicknames for my lady.

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