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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 venison pasty, Were ings that I never dislik'd in my life, Tho' 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 all were 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; “ But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party “ With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty: “ The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew“ They both of them merry, and authors like you; “ The one writes the Snarler, the other the Scourge; “ Some think he writes Cinna-he owns to Panurge.” While thus he describ'd them by trade and by name, They enter’d, and dioner was serv’d as they came.
At the top a frry'd liver and bacon were seen, At the bottoin was tripe, in a swinging tureen; At the sides there was spinnage and pudding made hot; In the middle a place where the pasty-was not. Now, my Lord, as for tripe, it's my utter aversion, And your bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian;
* See the letters that passed between his Royal Highness Henry Duke of Cumberland and Lady Grosvenor--1769.
So there I sat stuck, like a horse in a pound, While the bacon and liver went merrily round: But what vex'd me most, was that d—'d Scottish rogue, With his long-winded speeches,his smiles,and his brogue, And,“madam,”quoth he,“may this bit be my poison, " A prettier dinner I never set eyes on; “ Pray, a slice of your liver, though may I be curst, “ But I've eat of your tripe, till I'm ready to burst." “ The tripe!" quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek, “ I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week: “ I like these here dinners so pretty and small; “ But yourfriend there the doctor eats nothing at all.” “O-ho!” quoth my friend, "he'll come on in a trice, “ He's keeping a corner for something that's nice: “ There's a pasty""A pasty!” repeated the Jew; “ I don't care if I keep a corner for't too." “ What the de’il, mon, a pasty!" re-echo'd the Scot; “ Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that.” 6 We'll all keep a corner,” the lady cry'd out; “ We'll all keep a corner," was echo'd about. While thus we resolv'd, and the pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrify'd, enter'd the maid! A visage fo fad, and so pale with affright, Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night! But we quickly found out-forwhocould mistake herThat she came with some terrible news from the baker; And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven Had shut out the party on shutting his oven! Sad Philomel thus—but let fimilies drop And, now that I think on't, the itory may stop. To be plain, my good lord, it's but labour miplac d, To send such good serles to one of your taite;
You've got an odd something—a kind of discerning-
think very slightly of all that's your own: So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amiss, You
may make a mistake, and think slightly of this.
OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER.
Where the Red-Lion staring o'er the way,
THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.
Secluded from domestic strife,
Need we expose to vulgar fight
THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.
And, tho' she felt his visage rough,
The honey-moon like lightning flew-
Skill'd in no other art was the
Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy