this kind of burlesque must not only keep up the pomp and dignity of the style, but an artful sneer should appear through the whole work; and every man will judge, that it is no easy matter to blend together the Hero and the Harlequin. If any person should want a key to this poem, his curiosity should be gratified: I shall, in plain words, tell him, "It is a satire against the luxury, the pride, the wantonness, and quarrelsome temper of the middling sort of people." As these are the proper and genuine cause of that bare-faced knavery, and almost universal poverty, which reign without control in every place; and as to these we owe our many bankrupt farmers, our trade decayed, and lands uncultivated; the author has reason to hope that no honest man, who loves his country, will think this short reproof out of season. For, perhaps, this merry way of bantering men into virtue, may have a better effect, than the most serious admonitions; since many, who are proud to be thought immoral, are not very fond of being ridiculous. HOBBINOL. CANTO I. ARGUMENT. Proposition.-Invocation addressed to Mr. John Philips, author of the Cider Poem and Splendid Shilling.-Description of the Vale of Evesham.-The seat of Hobbinol; Hobbinol a great man in his village, seated in his wicker smoking his pipe, has one only son.-Young Hobbinol's education, bred up with Ganderetta his near relation.-Young Hobbinol and Ganderetta chosen king and queen of May.-Her dress and attendants.-The Maygames. Twangdillo the fidler, his character.-The dancing. Ganderetta's extraordinary performance.-Bagpipes good music in the Highlands.-Milonides master of the ring, disciplines the mob; proclaims the several prizes. -His speech.-Pastorel takes up the belt.-His character, his heroic figure, his confidence.-Hobbinol, by permission of Ganderetta, accepts the challenge, vaults into the ring. His honourable behaviour, escapes a scowering.-Ganderetta's agony.-Pastorel foiled.-Ganderetta not a little pleased. WHAT old Menalcas at his feast reveal'd, O thou! who late on Vaga's flowery banks 1 Mr. John Philips, author of Cider. 2 Strong Herefordshire Cider. By ancient seers, and Merlin prophet old, In that rich vale 3, where with Dobunian 4 fields O'er wide-extended fields, his large domain. Here, when the distant sun lengthens the nights, When the keen frosts the shivering farmer warn 3 Vale of Evesham. 4 Glocestershire. 5 Worcestershire. Simon de Montfort, killed at the battle of Evesham. To broach his mellow cask, and frequent blasts Where soft Repose, and calm Contentment dwell, Whom good Calista bore, nor long surviv'd Trill'd through thy veins, when climbing for a kiss |