"Each hour a mercenary crowd "In humble, simplest habit clad, "The blossom op'ning to the day, "The dew, the blossoms of the tree, "For still I try'd each fickle art, "Importunate and vain; "And while his passion touch'd my heart, "I triumph'd in his pain: "Till, quite dejected with my scorn, "He left me to my pride; "And sought a solitude forlorn, "In secret where he dy❜d. "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, "And well life shall pay; my "I'll seek the solitude he sought, "And stretch me where he lay. "And there forlorn, despairing, hid, "Forbid it, Heaven!" the Hermit cry'd, And clasp'd her to his breast: The wond'ring Fair one turn'd to chide: 'Twas Edwin's self that prest. "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, 66 My charmer, turn to see "Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, "Restor❜d to love and thee! "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And ev'ry care resign! "And shall we never, never part, My life my all that's mine!" "No, never, from this hour to part; "We'll live and love so true, "The sigh that rends thy constant heart "Shall break thy Edwin's too." 140 THE HAUNCH OF VENISON; A POETICAL EPISTLE то LORD CLARE. THANKS, my lord, for your ven'son, for finer or fatter Never rang'd in a forest, or smoak'd in a platter: The haunch was a picture for painters to study; The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy. Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting To spoil such a delicate picture by eating: I had thoughts in my chambers to place it in view nounce This tale of the bacon's a damnable bounce; Το go on with my tale-as I gaz'd on the haunch, Of the neck and the breast I had next to dispose; There's H-d, and C-y, and H-rth, and H-ff, I think they love ven'son-I know they love beef. There's my countryman Higgins alone Oh! let him For making a blunder, or picking a bone. An acquaintance, a friend as he call'd himself, enter'd; An under-bred, fine-spoken fellow was he, And he smil❜d as he look'd at the ven'son and me. "What have we got here! Why, this is good eating! "Your own I suppose-or is it in waiting! Why, whose should it be!" cried I with a flounce: "I get these things often"-but that was a bounce; "Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the "nation, "Are pleas'd to be kind-but I hate ostentation.' "If that be the case then," cried he, very gay, "I'm glad I have taken this house in my way. To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me; "No words-I insist on't-precisely at three : "We'll have Johnson, and Burke-all the wits will "be there; My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my lord "Clare. And, now that I think on't, as I am a sinner! "We wanted this ven'son to make out a dinner. "What say you!--a pasty! it shall, and it must; "And my wife, little Kitty, is famous for crust. "Here, porter-this ven'son with me to Mile-end; "No stirring-I beg-my dear friend!—my dear "friend! Thus, snatching his hat, he brush'd off like the wind, And the porter and eatables follow'd behind. Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, And "nobody with me at sea but myself," Tho' I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty, Yet Johnson, and Burke, and a good ven'son pasty, Were things that I never dislik'd in my life, Though clogg'd with a coxcomb, and Kitty his wife. So next day, in due splendour to make my approach, I drove to his door in my own hackney coach. When come to the place where we were all to dine (A chair-lumber'd closet just twelve feet by nine) My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite dumb With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come; "For I knew it", he cry'd: " both eternally fail"The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale: |