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CONTENTS OF VOLUME I.
Sensibility : an Epistle to the Hon. Mrs. Bos-
Reflections of Hezekiah,
On Mrs. Elizabeth Ives-On the Rev.
The History of Mr. Bragwell ; or, the Two
neighbour as yourself,
47 | The History of Tom White, the Postboy, in
48 The History of Hester Wilmot, in two parts,
The Two Gardeners,
The History of Betty Brown, the St. Giles's
Turn the Carpet,
53 Black Giles the Poacher, in two parts; con,
taining some account of a Family who had
A Christmas Hymn,
58 Chap. III–The neglect of Religious Educa-
tion both a cause and consequence of the
Chap. V–The negligent conduct of Christians Chap. XV-Conversation,
Chap. III-External Improvement
Chil- Chap. VIII–The hand of God to be acknowl-
ogy with human learning,
marks on the genius of Christianity, 355 Percy,
A NOBLE earl -the name I spare,
One single taste historians mention,
This dear diversion would you know?
Soon he accomplishes the measure,
If you have feelings, guess you may,
Next day, at table, as he sat,
The moral of the tale I sing
Ye candidates for earth's best prize,
Blame your own work, not fate; nor rail As the soft powers of oil assuage
Of ocean's waves the furious rage ; 'Tis after fancied good to roam,
Lull to repose the boiling tide, 'Tis bringing Punch to live at home.
And the rough billows bid subside;
And softest tremblings hush the deep:
Good-nature! thus thy charms controul Are but the garnish of life's feast ;
The tumults of the troubled soul :
On thee the wearied head shall rest;
To thee the aching heart shall cling,
And find that peace it does not bring. Of sense and worth, which every hour
And while the light and empty fair, Enlarge Affection's growing power ;
Form'd for the ball-room's dazzling glare Of worth, not emulous to praise,
Abroad, of speech, so prompt and rapid, Of sense, not kept for gala days.
At home, so vacant and so vapid; 0! in the highest, happiest lot,
Of every puppet-show the life, By woman be it ne'er forgot,
At home, a dull and tasteless wife ;That human life's no Isthmian game,
The mind with sense and knowledge stor'd Where sports and shows must purchase fame. Can counsel, or can soothe its lord; Tho' at the puppet-show he shone,
His varied joys or sorrows feel, Punch was poor company alone.
And share the pains it cannot heal. Life is no round of jocund hours,
But, Piety! without thy aid, Of garlands gay, and festive bowers;
Love's fairest prospects soon must fade. Even to the young, to whom I sing,
Blest architect! rear'd by thy hands, Its serious business life will bring.
Connubial Concord's temple stands. Tho' bright the suns which now appear Tho' Wit, tho' Genius, raise the pile, To gild your cloudless atmosphere,
Tho? Taste assist, tho' Talents smile, Oft, unawares, some direful storm,
Tho' Fashion, while her wreaths she twine, Serenest skies may soon deform;
Her light Corinthian columns join; In dim Affliction's dreary hour
Still the frail structure Fancy rears, The flash of mirth must lose its power;
A tottering house of cards appears ; Whilst faith a constant light supplies,
Some sudden gust, nor rare the case, And virtue cheers the darkest skies.
May shake the building to its base, To bless the matrimonial hours
Unless, bless'd Piety! thou join Must three joint leaders club their powers, Thy keystone to ensure the shrine; Good-NATURE, Piety, and SENSE,
Unless, to guard against surprises, Must their confederate aids dispense.
On thy broad arch the temple rises.
THE BAS BLEU; OR, CONVERSATION.
ADDRESSED TO MRS. VESEY
The following trifle owes it birth and name to the mistake of a foreigner of distinction who gave the literal appellation of the Bas-bleu to a small party of friends, who had been often called, by way of pleasantry, the Blue Stockings. These little societies have been sometimes misrepre. sented. They were composed of persons distinguished, in general for their rank, talents, or re. spectable character, who met frequently at Mrs. Vesey's, and at a few other houses, for the sole purpose of conversation, and were different in no respect from other parties, but that the company did not play at cards.
May the author be permitted to bear her grateful testimony (which will not be suspected of flattery, now that inost of the personis named in this poem are gone down to the grave) to the many pleasant and instructive hours she had the honour to pass in this company; in which learn ing was as little disfigured by pedantry, good taste as little tinctured by affectation, and general conversation as little disgraced by calumny, levity, and the other censurable errors with which it is too commonly tainted, as has perhaps been known in any society.
VESEY! of verse the judge and friend!
Which orown'd th' Athenian's social name;
And PERICLES Vouchsafed to mix
Where point, and turn, and equivoque Taste, wit, and mirth, with politics.
Distorted every word they spoke! Nor need I stop my tale to show,
All so intolerably bright, At least to readers such as you,
Plain Common Sense was put to flight; How all that Rome esteem'd polite,
Each speaker, so ingenious ever, Supp'd with LUCULLUS every night;
'Twas tiresome to be quite so clever ; LUCULLUS, who, from Pontus come,
There twisted Wit forgot to please, Brought conquests, and brought cherries home. And Mood and Figure banish'd ease; Name but the suppers in th' Apollo,
No votive altar smok'd to thee, What classics images will follow !
Chaste queen, divine Simplicity! How wit flew round, while each might take
But forc'd Conceit, which ever fails, Conchylia from the Lucrine lake;
And stiff Antithesis prevails • And Attic salt; and Garum sauce,
Uneasy Rivalry destroys And lettuce from the isle of Cos;
Society's unlaboured joys : The first and last from Greece transplanted,
NATURE, of stilts and fetters tir'd, Us'd here because the rhyme I wanted : Impatient from the wits retir'd, How
Long time the exile, houseless stray'd And phennicopters stood neglected.
'Till SEVIGNE receiv'd the maid. To laugh at Scipio's lucky hit,
Though here she comes to bless our isle, Pompey's bon.mot, or Cæsar's wit!
Not universal is her smile. Intemperance, listning to the tale,
Muse! snatch the lyre which CAMBRIDGE strung, Forgot the mullet growing* stale ;
When he the empty ball-room sung ; And Admiration balanc'd, hung
'Tis tun'd above thy pitch, I doubt, 'Twixt PEACOCKS' brains, and TULLY's tongue.
And thou no music would'st draw out; I shall not stop to dwell on these,
Yet, in a lower note, presume But be as epic as I please,
To sing the full dull drawing room. And plunge at once in medias res
Where the dire circle keeps its station, To prove the privilege I plead,
Each common phrase is an oration; I'll quote from Greek I cannot read;
And cracking fans, and whisp'ring misses, Stunn'd by Authority, you yield,
Compose their conversation blisses. And I, not Reason, keep the field.
The inatron marks the goodly show, Long was Society o'er-run
While the tall daughter eyes the beauBy Whist, that desolating Hun;
The frigid beau! ah! luckless fair, Long did Quadrille despotic sit,
'Tis not for you that studied air ; That vandal of colloquial Wit:
Ah! not for you that sidelong glance, And conversation's setting light
And all that charming nonchalance ; Lay half-obscur'd in Gothic night;
Ah; not for you the three long hours At length the mental shades decline,
He worship'd the cosmetic powers ;' Colloquial Wit begins to shine;
That finish'd head which breathes perfume,
And kills the nerves of half the room ;
And all the murders meant to lie
In that large, languishing, gray eye; BOSCAwEx sage, bright MONTAGU,
Desist ;-less wild th' attempt would be, Divided, fell ;- your cares in haste
To warm the snows of Rhodope : Rescued the ravag'd realms of Taste ;
Too cold to feel, too proud to feign, And LYTTLETON's accomplished name,
For him you're wise and fair in vain; And witty PULTNEY shar'd the fame;
In vain to charm him you intend, The men, not bound by pedant rules,
Self is his object, aim, and end. Nor ladiest Precieuses ridicules ;
Chill shade of that affected peer, For polish'd WALPOLE show'd the way,
Who dreaded mirth, come safely here! How wits may be both learn'd and gay;
For here no vulgar joy effaces And Carter taught the female train,
Thy rage for polish, ton, and graces. The deeply wise are never vain;
Cold Ceremony's leaden hand, And she whom SHAKSPEARE's wrongs redrest,
Waves o'er the room her poppy wand; Prov'd that the brightest are the best.
Arrives the stranger; every gurst This just deduction still they drew,
Conspires to torture the distrest : And well they practis'd what they knew; At once they rise-so have I seenNor taste, nor wit, deserves applause,
You guess the similie I mean, Uuless still true to critic laws;
Take what comparison you please, Good sense, of faculties the best,
The crowded streets, the swarming bees,
The pebbles on the shore that lie,
The late earl of Mansfield told the author that when he was ainbassador at Paris, he was assured that it had
not been unusual for those persons of a purer taste who * Seneca says, that in his time the Romans were are frequented these assemblies, to come out from their sorived at such a pitch of luxury, that the mullet was rec- ciety so weary of wit and laboured ingenuity, that they koned stale which did not die in the hands of the guest. used to express the comfort they felt in their emancipa. † See Moliere's comedy.
tion, by saying, “ Allons! faisons des so lecismes !" I The society at the hotel de Rambouillct, though
* These grave and formal parties now scarcely exist, composed of the most polite and ingenious persons in having been swallowed up in the reigning multitudi France, was much tainted with affectation and false' nous assemblies. taste. See Voiture, Menage, &c,