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Heard ye the gang of Fielding say,
Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn
hail ! · Not frizz’d and fritter'd, pinn’d and roll'd, Sublime their artless locks they wear, And gorgeous dames and judges old Without their têtes and wigs appear; In the midst a form divine, Her dress bespeaks the Pennsylvanian line; Her port demure, her grave religious face Attemper'd sweet to virgin grace.. * Sir John Fielding, the active police magistrate of that day. + Coe's father, the blacksmith of Cambridge.
What sylphs and spirits wanton through the air! What crowds of little angels round her play! Hear from thy sepulchre, great Penn! oh hear! A scene like this might animate thy clay. Simplicity now, soaring as she sings, [wings. Waves in the eye of Heaven her Quaker-colour'd
• No more toupees are seen
He said, and headlong from the trap-stairs' height, Quick through the frozen street he ran in shabby
DORINDA and her spouse were join'd,
As modern men and women are, In matrimony, not in mind,
A fashionable pair. Fine clothes, fine diamonds, and fine lace,
The smartest vis-a-vis in town, With title, pin-money, and place,
Made wedlock's pill go down.
The wish'd-for heir Dorinda bore;
Dorinda bred no more.
Dorinda's brain—but ah! the curse;
Go, take them to the nurse ! The lovely babes improve apace
By dear ma’amselle's prodigious care; Miss gabbles French with pert grimace,
And master learns to swear.
So natural he, and she so wild;
'Twere sin to snub a child.' Time runs—My God!'-Dorinda cries,
“How monstrously the girl is grown! She has more meaning in her eyes Than half the girls in town.'
Now teachers throng; miss dances, sings,
Learns every art beneath the sun, Scrawls, scribbles, does a thousand things
Without a taste for one:
Enough to make Sir Joshua jealous;
Of small talk for the fellows: Mobs to the milliners for fashions,
Reads every tawdry tale that's new, Has fits, opinions, humours, passions,
And dictates in virtû. Ma'amselle to miss's hand conveys
A billet-doux; she's très commode, The dancing master's in the chaise,
They scour the northern road. Away to Scottish land they post,
Miss there becomes a lawful wife; Her frolic over, to her cost,
Miss is a wretch for life.
In modern manners and in vice,
Rattles the desperate dice;
To France, to Italy, and there Commences adept in the schools
Of Rousseau and Voltaire; Returns in all the dernier goût
Of Brussels point and Paris clothes, Buys antique statues vampt anew,
And busts without a nose.
Then hey! at Dissipation's call
To every club that leads the ton,
He's pigeon'd and undone.
The old receipt to pay new debts ;
And doubles all his betts.
Annuitizes, fines, renews,
With swindlers and with Jews.
The guinea lost that was his lasti
Desperate at length the maniac cries“This through my brain!'-'tis done; 'tis pass'd; He fires—he falls-he dies!
By two black eyes !
But she, regardless of her prize, Thought proper to reward my flame
By two black eyes.