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Or fit behind thy head, an ample round,
In graceful braids with various ribbon bound:
No longer thall the boddice, aptly lac'd
From thy full bofom to thy flender waist,
That air and harmony of fhape exprefs,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully lefs:
Nor fhall thy lower garments' artful plait,
From thy fair fide dependent to thy feet,
Arm their chafte beauties with a modeft pride,
And double ev'ry charm they seek to hide.
Th' ambrofial plenty of thy thining hair,
Cropt off and loft, scarce lower than thy ear,
Shall stand uncouth: a horseman's coat thall hide
Thy taper shape and comeliness of fide:
The fhort trunk-hose shall shew thy foot and knee
Licentious, and to common eye-fight free,
And, with a bolder ftride, and loofer air,
Mingled with men, a man thou must appear.
Nor folitude, nor gentle peace of mind,
Miftaken maid, fhalt thou in forefts find:
'Tis long fince Cynthia and her train were there:
Or guardian gods made innocence their care.
Vagrants and outlaws fhall offend thy view;
For fuch must be my friends; a hideous crew
By adverse fortune mix'd in focial ill,
Train'd to affault, and difciplin'd to kill:
Their common loves, a lewd abandon'd pack,
The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back:
By floth corrupted, by diforder fed,
Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread:
With fuch muft Emma hunt the tedious day,
Affift their violence, and divide their prey:
With fuch the must return at setting light,
Tho' not partaker, witness of their night.
Thy ear, inur'd to charitable founds,
And pitying love, muft feel the hateful wounds
Of jeft obfcene and vulgar ribaldry,
The ill-bred queftion, and the lewd reply;
Brought by long habitude from bad to worfe,
Muft bear the frequent oath, the direful curfe,
That lateft weapon of the wretches war;
And blafphemy, fad comrade of despair.
Now, Emma, now the laft reflection make,
Whatthouwouldstfollow,what thoumust forsake;
By our ill-omen'd ftars, and adverse heav'n,
No middle object to thy choice is given.
Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love; [rove.
Or leave a banish'd man condemn'd in woods to
O grief of heart! that our unhappy fates Force thee to fuffer what thy honour hates; Mix thee amongst the bad; or make thee run Too near the paths which virtue bids thee thun. Yet with her Henry ftill let Emma go; With him abhor the vice, but share the woe: And fure my little heart can never err Amidst the worft; if Henry ftill be there.
Our outward act is prompted from within; And from the finner's mind proceeds the fin: By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd; Nor by the force of outward objects mov'd. Who has flay'd no danger gains no praise. In a final ille, amidst the widest fens,
Triumphant Conftancy has fix'd her feat:
In vain the fyrens fing, the tempeits beat:
Their flattery fhe rejects, nor fears their threat.
For thee alone theie little charms I drefs'd;
Condemn'd them, or abfolv'd them by thy teft.
In comely figure rang'd, my jewels fhone,
Or negligently plac'd, for thee alone:
For thee again they fhall be laid afide;
The woman, Henry, fhall put off her pride
For thee, my clothes, my iex, exchang'dforthee,
I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee;
O line extreme of human infamy!
Wanting the fciffars, with these hands I'll tear
(If that obftructs my flight) this load of hair.
Black foot or yellow walnut fhall difgrace
This little red and white of Emma's face.
Thefe nails with fcratches fhalideformmybreast,
Left by my look or colour be exprefs'd
The inark of aught high-born, or ever better
Are there not poifons, racks, and flames and fwords;
That Emma thus muft die by Henry's words? Yet what could fwords or poifon, racksor fiame, But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame? More fatal Henry's words: they murder Em-( ma's fame.
And fall thefe fayings from that gentle tongue, Where civil speech and foft perfuafion hung; Whole artful fweetness and harmonious ftrain, Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain, Call'd fighs, and tears, and wifhes, to its aid; And, whill it Henry's glowing flame convey' Still blam'd the coldness of the Nut-brown Maid?. Let envious jealoufy and canker'd fpite Produce my actions to fevereft light, And tax my open day, or fecret night. Did e'er my tongue fpeak my unguarded heart The leaft inclin'd to play the wanton's part? Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal, Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell?
Vainly thou talk'ft of loving me alone:
Each man is man; and all our fex is one.
Falfe are our words, and fickle is our mind:
Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find
Vows made to laft, or promises to bind.
By nature prompted, and for empire made,
Alike by ftrength or cunning we invade :
When, arm'd with rage, we march against the foe,
We lift the battle-ax, and draw the bow:
When, fir'd with pailion, we attack the fair,
'Delufive fighs and brittle vows we bear:
Our falfehood and our arms have equal ufe;
As they our conqueft or delight produce.
The foolish heart thou gav'ft, again receive,
The only boon departing love can give.
To be lefs wretched, be no longer true;
What ftrives to fly thee why shouldft thou
Forget thy prefent flame, indulge a new.
Single the lovelieft of the am'rous youth;
Ask for his vow; but hope not for his truth.
The next man (and the next thou shalt believe),
Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive;
Will kneel, implore,perfift,o'ercome, and leave.
Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right:
Be wife and falfe, thun trouble, feek delight;
Change thou the firft, nor wait thy lover's flight.
Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge
I faw thee young and fair; pursu'd the chafe
Of youth and beauty: I another faw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
Of our all-ruling mother, I purfued
More youth, more beauty: bleit viciffitude!
My active heart ftill keeps its priftine flame;
The object alter'd, the defire the fame.
This younger fairer pleads her rightful charms,
With prefent power compels me to her arms.
And much I fear, from my fubjećted mind
(If beauty's force to constant love can bind),
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd;
And weeping follow me, as thou doft now,
With idle clamours of a broken vow.
Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err
So wide, to hope that thou mayft live with her.
Love, well thou know'ft, no partnership allows:
Cupid averfe rejects divided vows:
Then from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove
An ufelefs forrow, and an ill-ftarr'd love;
And leave me with the fair at large in woods
potent this fair, This happy object of our diff rent care, me follow; her let me attend,
Hefervant (the may fcorn the name of friend):
What the demands, inceffant I'll prepare:
I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair:
My buty diligence fhall deck her board
(For there at least I may approach my lord);
And, when her Henry's fofter hours advise
His fervant's abfence, with dejected eyes
Far I'll recede, and fighs forbid to rife.
Yet, when increasing grief brings flow disease,
And ebbing life, on terms fevere as these,
Will have its little lamp no longer fed;
When Henry's miftrefs fhews him Emmt dead;
Refcue my poor remains from vile negleft:
With virgin honours let my hearse be deck'd,
And decent emblem; and at least perfuade
This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid
Where thou, dear author of my death, where the,
With frequent eye my fepulchre may see.
The nymph amidit her joys may haply breathe
One pious figh, reflecting on my death,
And the fad fate which he may one day prove,
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love.
And thou, forfworn, thou cruel, as thou art,
If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart; [tear
Thou fure must give one thought and drop one
To her, whom love abandon'd to defpair;
To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone
Bid it in lafting characters be known,
That, of mankind, the lov'd but thee alone.
Hear, folemn Jove! and confcious Venus, hear!
And thou,bright maid,believe me,whilft Ifwear;
No time, no change, no future flame, thall move
The well-plac'd bafis of my lafting love.
O powerful virtue! O victorious fair!
At least excufe a trial too fevere:
Receive the triumph, and forget the war.
No banith'd man condemn'd in woods to rove
Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love:
No perjur'd knight defires to quit thy arms,
Fairch collection of thy fex's charms,
Crown of my love, and honour of my youth!
Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
As thou may'ft with, thall all his life employ,
And found his glory in his Emina's joy.
In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
Illuftrious earl: him terrible in war
Let Loyre confefs; for the has felt his fword
And trembling fled before the British lord.
Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows;
For the amidit his fpacious meadows flows;
Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands;
And fees his num'rous herd imprint her fands.
And thou, my fair, my dove, fhalt raife thy
To greatness next to empire; fhalt be brought
With folemn pomp to my paternal feat;
Where peace and plenty on
thy word fhall wait,
Music and fong fhall wake the marriage-day :)
And, whil the priests accufe the bride's delay,
Myrtles and roles fhall obftruct her way.
Friendship shall still thy evening feafts adorn: And blooming peace fhall ever blefs thy morn. Succeeding years their happy race fhall run; And Age unheeded by delight come on; While yet fuperior Love fhall mock his pow'r; And when old Time shall turn the fated hour, Which only can our well-tied knot unfold: What rests of both, one fepulchre shall hold.
Hence then for ever from my Emma's breaft (That heaven of foftnels, and that feat of reft), Ye doubts and fears,and all that know tomove Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love Scatter'dby windsrecede,andwildinforestsrove.
O day the fairest fure that ever rofe!
Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!
Sire of her joy, and fource of her delight;
O wing'd with pleafure take thy happy flight,
Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love!
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will be ever kind, and just, and good?
And is there then no miftrefs in the wood?
None,nonethereis, the thought was rafh and vain;
A false idea, and a fancied pain.
Doubt fhall forever quit my ftrengthen'd heart,
And anxious jealoufy's corroding smart;
No other inmate shall inhabit there,
But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleafing Care.
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,
And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow.
If at my feet the fuppliant goddefs ftands,
And sheds her treafure with unwearied hands;
Her prefent favour cautious I'll embrace;
And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace:
If the reclaims the temporary boon,
And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone;
Secure of mind I'll obviate her intent,
And unconcern'd return the goods the lent.
Nor happiness can I, nor mifery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel: [pow'rs,
Friendship's great laws, and love's fuperior
Muft mark the colour of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands create
I muft my bleffings or my forrows date;
And Henry's will muft dictate Emma's fate.
Yet while with close delight and inward pride
(Which from the world my careful foul thall
I fee thee, lord and end of my defire. [hide)
Exalted high as virtue can require;
With power invefted, and with pleafure cheer'd;
Sought by the good, by the oppreffor fear'd;
Loaded and bleft with all the affluent store
Which human vows at fmoking fhrines implore;
Grateful and humble grant me to employ
My life fubfervient only to thy joy;
And at my death to blets thy kindness fhown
To her,who of mankind could love buttheealone.
WHILE thus the conftant pair alternate faid,
Joyful above them and around them play'd
Angels and fportive Loves, a numerous crowd;
They tumbled all their little quivers o'er.
To choose propitious fhafts; a precious ftore,
That, when their god fhould take his future darts,
To ftrike (however rarely) conftant hearts,
His happy kill might proper arms employ,
All tipp'd with pleafure, and all wing'd with joy;
And thofe, they vow'd, whofe lives fhould imitate
Thefe lovers' conftancy, thould thare their fate.
The queen of beauty ftopp'd her bridled doves;
Approv'd the little labour of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call'd the god of war:
Soon as the calls, the god is always near.
Now, Mars, the faid, let Fame exalt her voice;
Nor let thy conquefts only be her choice:
But when the fings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hostile fpear and captive shield
In Concord's temple liung, and Gallia taught (
And when, as prudent Saturn fhall complete
The years defign'd to perfect Britain's ftate,
The fwift-wing'd pow'r fhall take her trump
To fing her favourite Anna's wondrous reign;
To recollect unwearied Maribro's toils,
Oid Rufus' hall unequal to his fpoils;
The British foldier from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquith'd by his
Let her at least perform what I defire; [hand:
With fecond breath the vocal brafs infpire,
And tell the nations, in no vulgar ftrin,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are paft;
And when thy laurels at my feet are caft;
Fathful may'it thou, like British Henry prove:
And Emma-like, let me return thy love.
Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear;
And conftant beauty fhall reward their care.
Mars fmil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity
Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the iky;
And thou, the fmiling faid, great god of days
And verfe, behold my deed, and fing my praite;
As on the British earth, my fav'rite itie,"
Thy gentle rays and kindeft influence fmile,
Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves,
Proclaim with joy thofe memorable loves:
From every annual courfe let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play
Be fet afide; and, in the fofteft lays
Oft thy poetic fons, be folemn praife,
And everlasting marks of honour paid
To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.
144. An Heroic Epifle to Sir William Cham-
bers, Knight, Comptroller General of his Majefty's
Works, and Author of a late Differtation on
Oriental Gardening. Enriched with Explana-
tory Notes, chiefly extracted from that elaborate
Non omnes arbusta juvant humilesque myricae. Virgil.
KNIGHT of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd,
To shine the Cynofure* of British taste;
Cynosure, an affected phrase; Cynosura is the constellation of Ursa Minor, or the Lesser Bear, the next star to the Pole.. Dr. New.on on the word in Milton.
Whofe orb collects in one refulgent view
The scatter'd glories of Chinese Virtù;
And spreads their luftre in fo broad a blaze,
That Kings themselves are dazzled, while they
Olet the Mufe attend thy march fublime,
And, with thy profe, caparison her rhyme;
Teach her, like thee, to gild her fplendid fong
With fcenes of Yven-Ming, and fayings of
That Pope beleid them with aufpicious fmile,
And own'd that Beauty bless'd their mutual toil.
Miftaken Bard! could fuch a pair defign
Scenes fit to live in thy immortal line?
Hadft thou been born in this enlighten'd day,
Felt, as we feel, Tafte's orientai ray,
Thy fatire fure had given them both a stab,
Call'd Kent a Driveller, and the Nymph a Drab.
For what is Nature? Ring her changes round,
Her three flat notes are water, plants, and ground;
Prolong the peal, yet ipite of all your clatter,
The tedious chime is ftiil ground, plants, and
So, when fome John his dull invention racks,
To rival Boodle's dinners, or Almack's,
Three uncouth legs of mutton fhock reyes,
Three roasted geefe, three butter'd apple pics.
Like thee to fcorn Dame Nature's fimple fence;
Leap each ha-ha of truth and common fenfe;
And, proudly rifing in her bold career,
Demand attention from the gracious ear
Of him, whom we and all the world admit
Patron fupreme of fcience, tafte, and wit.
Does Envy doubt? Witness, ye chosen train!
Who breathe the fweets of his Saturnian reign;
Witnefs ye Hlls, ye J*nf*ns, Sc*ts, S*bb*s,
Hark to my cali, for fome of you have ears.
Let D**d H*e, from the remotest North,
In fee-faw fceptic fcruples hint his worth;
Dd, who there fupinely deigns to lye
The fatteft Hog of Epicurus' ftye;
Tho' drunk with Gallic wine, and Gallic praife,
D**d thall blefs old England's halcyon days;
The mighty Home, bemir'd in profe fo long,
Again thall stalk upon the stilts of fong:
While bold Mac-Offian, wont in Ghofts to deal,
Bids candid Smollet from his coffin steal;
Bids Mallock quit his sweet Elysian reit,
Sunk in his St. John's philofophic breast,
And, like old Orpheus, make fome ftrong effort
To come from Hell, and warble truth at Court.
There was a time, "in Efher's peaceful grove,"
"When Kent and Nature vy'd for Pelham's
Come then, prolific art, and with thee g
The charms that rife from thy exhaufile sping;
To Richmond come, for fee untutor'd Esowa
Deftroys thofe wonders which were once thyown.
Lo, from his melon-ground the peasant Lave
Has rudely rush'd, and levell'd Merlin's Cave;
Knock'd down thewaxen Wizard,feiz'dhiswand,
Transform'd to lawn what late was Fairy land;
And marr'd, with impious hand, each fweet de-
Of Stephen Duck and good Gueen Caroline. [ign
Hafte, bid yon livelong 'Terrace re-afcend,
Re-place each vifta, ftraighten every bend;
Shut out the Thames; fhall that ignoble thing
Approach the prefence of great Ocean's King!
No! let Barbaric glories || feast his eyes,
Auguft Pagodas round his palace rife,
And finith'd Richmond open to his view,
A work to wonder at, perhaps a Kew."
Nor reft we here, but, at our magic call,
Monkies fhall climb ourtrees,and lizards crawl,¶
* One of the Imperial gardens at Pekin. +"Many trees, shrubs, and flowers," sayeth Li-Tsong, a Chinese author of great antiquity, “thrive best in low, moist situations; many on hills and mountains; some require a rich soil; but others will grow on clay, in sand, or even upon rocks, and in the water: to some a sunny exposition is necessary: but for others the shade is preferable. There are plants which thrive best in exposed situations, but is general shelter is requisite. The skilful gardener, to whom study and experience have taught these qua lities, carefully attends to them in his operations, knowing that thereon depend the health and growth of his plants, and consequently the beauty of his plantations." Vide Diss. 1. 77. The reader, I presume, will readily allow, that he never met with so much recondite truth, as this ancient Chinese here exhibits. ‡ Vide (if it be extant) a poem under this title, for which (or for the publication of Lord Bol ng broke's philosophical writings) the person here mentioned received a considerable pension in the time of Lord B---t's administration.
This is the great and fundamental axiom, on which oriental taste is founded. It is therefore expressed here with the greatest precision, and in the identical phrase of the great original. The figurative terms, and even the explanatory simile, are entirely borrowed from Sir William's Dissertation. "Niue (says the Chinese, or Sir William for him) affords as but few materials to work with. Plant:, ground, and water, are her only productions; and, though both the forms and arrangements of these may be varied to an incredible degree, yet they have but few striking varieties, the rest being of the nature of changes rang upon bells, which, though in reality different, still produce the same uniform kind of jingling;
t on being too minute to be easily perceived."--" Art must therefore supply the scantiness of Nature," &c. &c. page 14. And again, "Our larger works are only a repetition of the small ones, like the best Bachelor's fast, which consisted in nothing but a multiplication of his own dinner; three legs of and turnips, three roasted geese, and three buttered apple-pies." Preface, page 7.
"Where the gorgeous east with richest hand
Showers on her kings Barbaric and
"In their lofty woods serpents and lizards of many beautiful sorts crawl upon the ground. Innumer able monkies, cats, and parrats clamber upon the trees." Page 40. "In their lakes are many islands, some small, some large, amongst which are seen stalking along, the clephant, the rhinoceros, the dromedary, ostrich, and the giant baboon." Page 66. "They keep, in their enchanted scenes, a surprising variety of monstrous birds, reptiles, and animals, which are tamed by it, and guarded by enormous dogs of Tibe
For Him, that bleffing of a better time,
The Mufe fhall deal awhile in brick and lime;
Surpafs the bold AAEA1 in defign,
And o'er the Thames fling one ftupendous line
Of marble arches, in a bridge, that cuts
From Richmond Ferry flant to Brentford Butts,
Brentford with London's charms will we adorn;
Brentford, the bishoprick of Parfon Horne.
There at one glance, the royal eye fhall meet
Each varied beauty of St. James's Street;
Stout T*b*t therefhallply with hackney chair**,
And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-shop therett.
Like distant thunder, now the coach of ftate
Rolls o'er the bridge, that groans beneath its
The Court hath crofs'd the ftream; the sports
Now N**1 preaches of rebellion's fin: [begin,
And as the powers of his ftrong pathos rife,
Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir F!**r's eyes11.
While skulking round the pews, that babe of
Huge dogs of Tibit bark in yonder grove,
Here parrots prate, there cats make cruel love;
In fome fair inland will we turn to grafs
(With the Queen's leave) her elephant and afs.
Giants from Africa fhall guard theglades, [maids;
Where hifs our fnakes, where sport our Tartar
O, wanting thefe, from Charlotte Hayes we
Damfels alike adroit to fport and fting. [bring
Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight
Join we the groves of horror and affright:
This to atchieve no foreign aids we try;
Thy gibbets, Bagfhot! thall our wants fupply;
Hounslow whole heath fublimer terrors fills,
Shall with her gibbets lend her powder mills.
Here too, O King of Vengeancet, in thy fane,
Tremendous Wilkes fhall rattle his gold chaint;
And round that fane, on many a Tyburn tree,
Hang fragments dire of Newgate-history;
On this fhall H*ll*d's dying fpeech be read,
Here B-te's confeffion, and his wooden head;
While all the minor plunderers of the age,
(Too numerous far for this contracted page) Who ne'er before at fermon fhew'd his face,
The R*g*ys,s§, Mungos, B*df*ws there, See Jemmy Twitcher fhambles; ftop,ftop thief§§!
In ftraw-tuft effigy, fhall kick the air.
He's ftol'n the E* of D*nb*hs' handkerchief.
But, fay ye powers, who come when fancy calls Let B*rr*t*n arreft him in mock fury,
Where thall our mimic London rear her walls? And M**d hang the knave¶¶ without a jury.
The Eaftern feature, Art must next produce: But hark! the voice of battle fhouts from far,
Tho' not for present yet for future use, The Jews and Macaronis are at war***: [stocks,
Our fons fome flave of greatnefs may behold, The Jews prevail, and, thundering from the
Caft in the genuine Afiatic mould:
They feize,theybind,they circumcife+++CsF*.
Who of three realms fhall condescend to know Fair Schw***n smiles the sport to see,
No more than he can spy from Windfor's brow; And all the Maids of Honour cry Te-he‡‡‡!
and African giants, in the habits of magicians." Page 42. "Sometimes in this romantic excursion, the
passenger finds himself in extensive recesses, surrounded with arbours of jessamine, vine, and roses: where
beauteous Tartarean damsels, in loose transparent robes that flutter in the air, present him with rich wines,
&c. and invite him to taste the sweets of retirement on Persian carpets, and beds of Camusakin down."
"Their scenes of terror are composed of gloomy woods, &c. Gibbets, crosses, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are seen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the summits of the highest mountains, foundries, lime-kilns, and glass-works, which send forth large volumes of flame, and continued columns of thick smoke, that give to these mountains the appearance of volcanos." Page 37. "Here the passenger from time to time is surprised with repeated shocks of electrical impulse; the carth trembles under him by the power of confined air," &c. Page 39. Now to produce both these effects, viz. the appearance of volcanos and earthquakes, we have here submitted the occasional explosion of a pewder-mill, which (if there be not too much simplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once answer all the purposes of lime-kilns and electrical machines, and imitate thunder and the explosion of cannon into the bargain. Vide page 40.
"in the most dismal recesses of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Vengeance, near which are placed pillars of stone, with pathetic descriptions of tragical events; and many acts of cruelty perpetrated there by outlawos and robbers.” Page 37.
This was written when Mr. Wilkes was Sheriff of London, and when it was to be feared he would rattle his chain a year longer as Lord Mayor.
Martin. The asterisms will be easily supplied.
"There is likewise in the same garden, viz. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified town, with its ports, streets, public squares, temples, markets, shops, and tribunals of justice; in short, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a smaller scale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much the slaves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are secluded from it by custom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and bustle of the capital which is here represented, several times of the year, by the eunuchs of the palace." Page 39.
Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inserted. Vide page 53. "Some of these eunuchs personate porters." Page 32.
"Fruits and all sorts of refreshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33,
"Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek." Milton.
"Neither are thieves, pick pockets, and sharpers forgot in these festivals; that noble profession is usually allotted to a good number of the most dextrous!" Vide ibid.
ky "The watch seizes on the culprit." Vide ibid.
"He is conveyed before the judge, and sometimes severely bastinadoed." Ibid.
Quarrels happen-battles ensue." Ibid.
"Every liberty is permitted, there is no distinction of persons." Ibid.
1; "Tas's done to divert his Imper al Majesty, and the lad es of his train." Vide ibd.