And now by thousands up they crawl
To the holes and the windows in the wall.

Down on his knees the Bishop fell,
And fafter and fafter his beads did he tell,
As louder and louder drawing near,

The faw of their teeth without he could hear.
And in at the window, and in at the door,

And through the walls by thoufands they pour,
And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor,
From the right and the left, from above and below,
And all at once to the Bishop they go.

They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
And now they pick the Bishop's bones;
They gnaw'd the flesh from ev'ry limb,
For they were fent to do justice on him.

A TRUE BALLAD OF A POPE..

[From the Morning Poft.]

T is the Bishop Athendius,

IT

Who now at even tide,

Taking the air, and faying a pray'r,
Walks by the river fide.

The Devil had bufinefs that evening,
And he upon earth would go,
For it was in the month of August,.
And the weather was close below..

He had his books to fettle,.

And up to earth he hied,

To do it there, in the ev'ning air,.
All by the river fide.

His imps came flying around him,

Of his affairs to tell,

From the north and the fouth, and the east and the west,
They brought him the news that he lik'd beft,

The things they had done, and the fouls they had won,
And how they fped well in the fervice of Hell..

There

There came a Devil posting in,
Return'd from his employ;

Seven years had he been gone

from Hell,

And now he came grinning for joy.

"Seven years," quoth he, "of trouble and toil
Have I labour'd the Pope to win;
And I, to-day, have caught him,
He hath done the deadly fin!"
And then he took the Devil's book,
And wrote the deed therein.
Oh! then King Beelzebub, for joy,
He drew his mouth fo wide,
You might have feen his iron teeth,
Four-and-forty from fide to fide.

He wagg'd his ears, he twifted his tail,
He knew not for joy what to do,

In his hoofs and his horns, in his heels and his corns,
It tickled him all through.

The Bishop, who beheld all this,

Straight how to act bethought him;
He leap'd upon the Devil's back,
And by the horns the caught him.

And he faid a Pater-nofter

As faft as he could say,

And he made a crofs on the Devil's head,
And bade him to Rome away.

Away, away, the Devil flew,

All through the clear moonlight;
I warrant, who faw them on their way→→
He did not fleep that night.

Without faddle or bridle, or whip or fpur,
Away they go like the wind-

The beads of the Bifhop are hanging before,
And the tail of the Devil behind.

They met a witch, and fhe hail'd them,

As foon as fhe came within call.

"Ave Maria!" the Bishop exclaim'd,

It frighten'd her broomstick, and fhe got a fall.

They

They ran against a shooting star,

So faft, for fear, did he fail;

And he fing'd the beard of the Bishop
Against a comet's tail.

And he went between the horns of the moon,

With Athendius on his back;

And there was an eclipfe that night

Which was not in the Almanack.

The Bishop just as they set out
To tell his beads begun,

And he was by the bed of the Pope
Before the string was done.

The Pope fell down upon his knees
In terror and confufion,

And he confefs'd the deadly fin,
And he had abfolution.

And all the popes in bliss that be
Sung "O be joyful!" then;
And all the popes that damned be,
They howl'd for envy then;
For they before kept jubilee,
In hopes of his good company
Down in the Devil's den.

But what was this t the Pope had done

To bind himself to Hell?

Ah! that is the myft'ry of this wonderful hift'ry,
And I with that I could tell.

But would you know, to Hell you must go,
You can easily find the way;

It is a broad and well-known road,

Which is travell'd by night and by day.

And you must look in the Devil's book,
You will find one debt that was never paid yet,
If you search the leaves throughout:

And that is the myft'ry of this wonderful hift'ry,
And the way to find it out.

LINES ON THREE LADIES SKATING AT THE
PRIORY, STANMORE.

LONG in Nature and Art for fome attitudes new,
In which to depicture the Graces,

The school-models Kauffman had fearch'd through and through,

All female creation fhe traces.

For Art, fhe ftill found that the Grecians of old
To perfection fo fully had brought it;

One pofition alone fhe had left to unfold,
Saw the H-It-ns fkating, and caught it.

CHE

J. S. Gray's Inn.

TO GEORGINA'S EYES.

HERUB divine! thy beauteous infant eyes
The Paphian Queen hath furely ftol'n from Heaven;
Their rays befpeak the luftre of the fkies-

To mortal orbs fuch radiance ne'er was given!
Bright fparkling eyes, whofe beauty-beaming rays
A willing captive have already won,
Ah! cherish for a while my raptur'd gaze,
Nor cautious feek my eager looks to fhun:-
For I would fcorn your luftre to bedim,

Or with deceit your Miftrefs fair parfue;-
May the fierce tiger tear me limb from limb,
When tears, for me, thofe pearly orbs bedew!
Cherub divine! when time brings on the day,
That not in vain thy fparkling orbs fhall roll,
Ah! fhun thofe joys which would thy heart betray,
Or pluck the gem of virtue from thy foul!
Curs'd be the wretch, and blasted be his love,
Who dares thine angel innocence to harm;
May the red lightnings of Olympic Jové
With forked zeal his purpofes difarm!

Sweet child thy fire's example lov'd to grace,
Thine be the heart which every baseness fcorns,
In thee her worth and genius may we trace,
Whofe honour'd name thy cherub form adorns !
Old Burlington Street.

*Her Grace the Dutchefs of Devonshire.

PHAON.

IT

INSTRUCTION TO LADIES OF TON.

[From the Oracle.]

FAIR CREATURES!

is the height of prefumption in any mortal to have the confidence even to addrefs you; but what fhall be faid of the daring arrogance of that lucklefs wight who shall attempt to inftruct you! you, who, when you throw off your leading-ftrings, difcard every preceptor but those who profefs the liberal arts of compofing cofmetics, gowns (not garments), and frizzled Brutus-es !-but, as John Dryden fings,

“None but the brave deserve the fair!'

I'll e'en venture, though firft it may be incorrect, to particularize the defcription of Ladies I mean to have the honour of addreffing, and, if poffible, of inftructing. I do not addrefs myself to you who fave, but to you who spend money-not to you who are economical, but to you who are extravagant-not to you who pay, but to you who contract debts-not to you who ftudy the comfort, but you who break alike the hearts and purfes of your husbands-not to you who are ftrictly virtuous, but you who keep up appearances in fhort, I addrefs to "the Ladies of Ton" the following inftructions:

If you should have the misfortune to poffefs a good natural complexion, ufe every endeavour to destroy it with rouge, fard, &c.-clear white and red may do for a milkmaid, but is outré in a Lady of Ton. In fummer dress warm, and in winter half-naked.— Never go to bed till fun-rife, nor rife till near fun-fet; fo fhall you have an opportunity of obferving that glorious luminary at the two moft advantageous periods. Be nervous in the extreme; ftart and cry at the fight of a moufe; but drive unconcerned over a decrepit beggar in the ftreet. N. B. This diforder will authorize