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Sing Heavenly mnse !
“ Things tmttempted yet in prose or rhyme;"
A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire.


Happy the man, who, void of cares and strife, The voice ill. hoding, and the solemnu sound. lo silkeo or in leathern purse retains

What should I do? or whither turn ? Abaz'd, A splendid shilling. He nor hears with pain Confounded, to the dark recess 1 Ay New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale: Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpye, or Town Hall,* repairs; Thro' sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews Where mindful of the nynıpb whose wanton My shudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell!) eye

fames, My tongue forgets her faculty of speecb; Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous So horrible le scems! His faded brow Chloe or Pbillis, he each circling glass Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic Wisbeth lier health, and joy, and equal love.

beard, Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry And spreading band, admir'd hy modern tale,

saints, Or puu ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. Disastrous acts forebode; in his right hand But I, whom gripiug penury surrounds, Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, And hunger, sure attendant upon want, With characters and figures dire inscrib'd, With scauty ofials, and small acid tiff, Grievous to mortal eyes (ye gods, avert (Wretched repast!) my meagre corse sustain: Such plagues from righteous men !). Behind Then solitary walk, or doze at home

him stalks la garret vile, and with a warming puff Another monster, not uplike himself, Regale chill'd fingers; or, from lube as black Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar call'd As winter chimney, or well-polisb’d jet, A catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods Exhale muudungus, ill perfuming scent; With force incredible, and magic charms, Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,

Erst have endued ; if he bis ample palın Smokes Cambro. Brilon (vers'd in pedigree, Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay Spruug from Cadwallader and Artbur, kings Of debtor, straight bis body, to the touch Full famous in romantic tale) when be Obsequious (as whilom knights were wont), O'er many a craggy bill and barren cliff, To some enchanted castle is convey'd, l'pon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese, Where gates impregnable, and cocrcite chains, High overshadowiug rides, with a design In durance strict detain biu; till, in furin To vend bis wares, or at th’ Arvonian mart, Of noney, Pallas sets the captive fiec. Or Maridunum, or the ancient town

Beware ye debtors! when ye walk beware, Yclep'd Brecuinia, or where Vaga's stream

Be circumspect; oft with insidious ken Encircles Ariconium, fruitful soil !

This caitifs eyes your steps aloof; aud uit Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave, rie

Prompt to enchant some inadvertent wretch With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern. With bis unhallow'd touch. So (poels sivg).

Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow, Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn
With looks demure, and silent pace, a duri, An everlasting fve, with watchful eye
Horrible monster! hated by gods and meu, Lies nightly brooding v'er a chinky gap,
To my aerial citadel ascends:

Portending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice l'ith vocal heel thrice thund'ring at any gate, | Sure ruin. So her disembuwell'd web With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know Arachnc in a hall or kitchen spreads,

Obvious to vagrant tlies: she secret stands • Two uoted ale houses in Oxtörd.

Within her wuren cell; the humaniwg prey


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Regardless of their fute, rush on the tails In vain : awake, I find the settled thirst inextricable, nor will avght arail

Still, guawing, and the pleasant pbantom Tbeir arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue; The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd, And butterfly, proud of expanded wings Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays Distiect with gold, entangled in her suares, Mature-john-apple, nor the dowoy peach, Useless resistance make; with eager strides, Nor waluut in rough furrow'd coat secure, She tow'riog flies to her expected spoils ; Nor medlas fruit delicious in decay. Then with eovenom'd jaws the vital blood Aflictions great! yet greater still remain : Drinks of reluctant fues, and to her care Jiy galligaskins, that have long withstood Their bulky carcases triumphant drags. The winters fury, and eneroaching frosts, So pass my days. But wben nocturnal By time subdued (what will not time subdue :) shades

A horrid chasm disclose, with orifice This wor!d envelop, and tl'inclement air Wide, discontinuons ; at which the winds, Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts Eurus aud Auster, and the dreadfui force With pleasant wines, and erai kling blaze of Of Boreas, tluat congeals the Cronian waves, wood;

Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts,
Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimnering light Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship,
Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk Long sail'd secure, or thro'th' Ageau deep,
Of loving friends, delights; distress'd, forlorn, Or the lonian, till cruising near
Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush
Darkling 1 sigh, and feed with dismal thoughts On Scylla or Charybdis (daug'rous rocks)
My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful She strikes rebounding; whence the shatter'd

Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades, So fierce a shock unable to withstand,
Or desp'rate lady near a purling stream, Amidst the sea ; in at the gaping side
Or lover pendant on a willow.tree.

The crowding waves rush with impetuous Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought,

rage, Avd restless wish, and rave; my parched Resistless, overwhelming! Horrors seize tbrvat

The mariners; death in their eyes appears ; Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose : They stare, they rave, they pump, they swear But if a slumber haply does invade

they pray, My weary limbs, my fancy's still awake, (Vain efforts !) still the batt'ring waves rush in Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream, Implacable; till, delug’d by the foam, Tippics imagivary pots of ale,

The ship siuks founu'ring in the vast abyss.

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An Original Ballad ,
Composed expresly for La Belle Assemblee
By M.P. King.

NO 43.

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