Her loyalty ftill blameless found,
And hofpitality renown'd:

No more the voice of fame engrofs'd,
In difcontent and clamour loft.—
Ah! dire corruption, art thou fpread,
Where never viper rear'd it's head?
And didst thy baleful influence fow,
Where hemlock nor the nightshade grow..
Haplefs, difconfolate, and brave,
Hibernia! who'll Hibernia fave?
Who shall affift thee in thy woe,
Who ward from thee the fatal blow?

"Tis done, the glorious work is done,

All thanks to heav'n and HARTINGTON..

FASHION

AND

NIGHT.

FABLE III.

Quam multa prava atque injusta fiunt moribus.

FASHION

ASHION, a motley nymph of yore,
The Cyprian Queen to Porteus bore:
Various herself in various climes,
She moulds the manners of the times;

TERENT.

And

And turns in every age or nation,
The chequer'd wheel of variegation;
True female that ne'er knew her will,,
Still changing, tho? immortal still.
One day as the inconstant maid
Was careless on her fofa laid,
Sick of the fun and tir'd with light,
She thus invok'd the gloomy night :

Come-thefe malignant rays destroy, "Thou skreen of shame, and rise of joy.. "Come from thy western ambuscade,

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Queen of the rout and masquerade : Nymph, without thee no cards advance,. Without thee halts the loit'ring dance; "Till thou approach, all, all's restraint, Nor is it fafe to game or paint; "The belles and beaux thy influence afk,. "Put on the univerfal mask.

"Let us invert, in thy difguife,
"That odious nature, we defpife.'
She ceas'd-the fable mantled dame
With flow approach, and awful, came ;
And frowning with farcaftic fneer,
Reproach'd the female rioteer:

"That nature you abufe, my fair,

"Was I created to repair..

"And contrast with a friendly fhade;.

"The pictures heaven's rich pencil made;

"And

"And with my fleep alluring dose,

"To give laborious art repofe ;

"To make both noife and action cease, "The queen of fecrefy and peace.

"But thou a rebel, vile, and vain,

Ufurp'ft my

lawful old domain;

My fcepter thou affect'it to fway, "And all the various hours are day; "With clamours of unreal joy,

My fifter filence you destroy;

"The blazing lamps unnatural light

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My eye bills weary and affright; "But if I am allow'd one fhade, "Which no intrufive eyes invade, "There all the atrocious imps of hell, "Theft, murder, and pollution dwell:

"Thinks then how much, thou toy of chance,

Thy praife is likely worth t'inhance ;

"Blind thing that runft without a guide,

"Thou whirlpool in a rushing tide,

"No more my fame with praise pollute, “But damn me into fome repute.

WHERE'S THE POKER?

FABLE

IV.

THE Poker loft, poor Sufan storm'd,

And all the rites of rage perform'd;

A's fcolding, crying, fwearing, fweating,
Abufing, fidgetting, and fretting.

Nothing but villany, and thieving :
"Gead heavens ! what a world we live in
"If I don't find it in the morning,
"I'll furely give my mafter warning.
"He'd better far fhut up his doors,

"Than keep fuch good for nothing whores;
"For wherefoe'er their trade they drive,
"We vartuous bodies cannot thrive."
Well may poor Sufan grunt and groan;
Misfortunes never come alone,

But tread each other's heels in throngs,
For the next day fhe loft the tongs:
The falt box, cullender, and pot,
Soon fhar'd the fame untimely lot..
In vain she vails and wages spent

On new ones- -for the new ones went.
There'd been, (she swore) fome dev'l or witch in,
To rob or plunder all the kitchen.

One night the to her chamber crept,
(Where for a month fhe had not slept;
Her mafter being, to her feeming,
A better play fellow than dreaming.)
Curfe on the author of thefe wrongs,
In her own bed the found the tongs,
(Hang Thomas for an idle joker !)
In her own bed the found the poker;

With fält box, pepper box, and kettle,
With all the culinary metal.-

Be warn'd, ye fair, by Sufan's croffes,
Keep chafte, and guard yourfelves from loffes;:
For if young girls delight in kiffing,
No wonder, that the poker's milling.

The TEA-POT and SCRUBBING-BRUSH..

FABLE V.

A Tawdry TEA-POT, a-la-mode,

Where art her utmoft fkill beftow'd,
Was much esteem'd for being old,

And on its fides with red and gold.
Strange beafts were drawn, in tafte Chinese,.
And frightful fiíh, and hump-back trees.
High in an elegant beaufet,
This pompous utenfil was fet,
And near it, on a marble fab,
Forfaken by fome careless drab,
A veteran Scrubbing-Brush was plac'd,.
And the rich furniture difgrac'd..
The Tea-Pot foon began to flout,
And thus its venom Spouted out:
"Who from the fcullery or yard,

"Brought in this low, this vile blackguard,

"And