With good cheer enough to furnish every old With a new fashioned hall, built where the room, old one stood, And old liquor able to make a cat speak, and Hung round with new pictures, that do the man dumb; Like an old courtier of the queen's, With an old falconer, huntsman, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked, nor hunted, but in his own grounds; poor no good; With a fine marble chimney, wherein burns neither coal nor wood; And a new smooth shovelboard, whereon no Like a young courtier of the king's, Who, like a wise man, kept himself within With a new study, stuft full of pamphlets and his own bounds, And when he dyed, gave every child a thou- Like an old courtier of the queen's, But to his eldest son his house and land he assigned, Charging him in his will to keep the old bountiful mind To be good to his old tenants, and to his neighbours be kind: But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how Like a young courtier of the king's, plays; And a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays; With a new buttery hatch, that opens once in four or five days, And a new French cook, to devise fine kick- Like a young courtier of the king's, With a new fashion, when Christmas is drawing on On a new journey to London straight we all must be gone, And leave none to keep house, but our new porter John, Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come Who relieves the poor with a thump on the With a new gentleman-usher, whose carriage is complete; With a new coachman, footmen, and pages to carry up the meat; With a waiting-gentlewoman, whose dressing is very neat With a new-fangled lady, that is dainty, nice, Who, when her lady has dined, lets the ser and spare, Who never knew what belonged to good housekeeping or care; Who buys gaudy-colored fans to play with wanton air, vants not eat; Like a young courtier of the king's, And seven or eight different dressings of other With new titles of honour bought with his women's hair; Like a young courtier of the king's, father's old gold, For which sundry of his ancestors' old manors are sold: For Trinity Feast is over, And has brought no news from Dover; And Easter is past, moreover, And Malbrouck still delays. Milady in her watch-tower Dear lord from England stays. While sitting quite forlorn in With fainting steps and slow. “O page, prythee, come faster! What news do you bring of your master? I fear there is some disaster Your looks are so full of woe." "The news I bring, fair lady," With sorrowful accent said he, "Is one you are not ready So soon, alas! to hear. "But since to speak I'm hurried," Added this page quite flurried, "Malbrouck is dead and buried!" -And here he shed a tear. "He's dead! he's dead as a herring! For I beheld his berring, And four officers transferring His corpse away from the field. "One officer carried his sabre; And he carried it not without labor, Much envying his next neighbor, Who only bore a shield. "The third was helmet-bearerThat helmet which on its wearer Filled all who saw with terror, And covered a hero's brains. "Now, having got so far, I Find, that by the Lord Harry!The fourth is left nothing to carry ;So there the thing remains." Translation of FATHER PROUT. 405 ANONYMOUS (French). THE HAG. THE hag is astride, This night for to ride- Through thick and through thin, Though ne'er so foul be the weather. A thorn or a burr She takes for a spur; With a lash of a bramble she rides now Through brakes and through briers, O'er ditches and mires, She follows the spirit that guides now. No beast, for his food, Dares now range the wood, But husht in his lair he lies lurking; On land and on seas, The storm will arise, And trouble the skies, This night; and, more the wonder, Called out by the clap of the thunder. ROBERT HERRICK. springs, A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle? ray, Or virgins visited by angel powers With golden crowns and wreaths of heavenly flowers Hear and believe! thy own importance know, Nor bound thy narrow views to things below. Some secret truths, from learned pride concealed, To maids alone and children are revealed; What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know, then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly The light militia of the lower sky; Thence, by a soft transition, we repair And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the Think not, when woman's transient breath is day. fled, Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing That all her vanities at once are dead; And the pressed watch returned a silver And love of ombre, after death survive; sound. Belinda still her downy pillow prestHer guardian sylph prolonged the balmy rest; 'T was he had summoned to her silent bed The morning-dream that hovered o'er her head: For when the fair in all their pride expire, To their first elements their souls retire; The sprites of fiery termagant in flame Mount up, and take a salamander's name; Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea; A youth more glittering than a birthnight The graver prude sinks downward to 8 (That e'en in slumber caused her cheek to In search of mischief still on earth to roam; glow,) Seemed to her ear his winning lips to lay, And thus in whispers said, or seemed to say: "Fairest of mortals, thou distinguished care Of thousand bright inhabitants of air! The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, "Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste Rejects mankind, is by some sylph embraced: If e'er one vision touched thy infant thought| For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease Of all the nurse and all the priest have Assume what sexes and what shapes they taught, Of airy elves by moonlight-shadows seen, The silver token, and the circled green; please. What guards the purity of melting maids, In courtly balls and midnight masquerades, spark, THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. 407 Safe from the treacherous friend, the daring Warned by the sylph, O pious maid, beware! The glance by day, the whisper in the darkWhen kind occasion prompts their warm desires, When music softens, and when dancing fires? 'Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know, Though honor is the word with men below. "Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their face, For life predestined to the gnome's embrace; When offers are disdained, and love denied; And garters, stars, and coronets appear, 'Tis these that early taint the female soul, "Oft when the world imagine women The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way; Through all the giddy circle they pursue, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand? sword-knots strive, Leaped up, and waked his mistress with his 'T was then, Belinda, if report say true, But all the vision vanished from thy head. played, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. With head uncovered, the cosmetic powers. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, Here files of pins extend their shining rows; Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. drive. This erring mortals levity may call- The busy sylphs surround their darling care, And Betty's praised for labors not her own. CANTO II. Not with more glories, in th' ethereal plain, |