And thou, unhappy child, she said, (Her anger by her grief allay'd,) Unhappy child, who thus hast lost

All the estate we e'er could boast;
Whither, O whither wilt thou run,

Thy name despised, thy weakness known?
Nor shall thy shrine on earth be crowned;
Nor shall thy power in heaven be owned;
When thou nor man nor god canst wound.

Obedient Cupid, kneeling, cried,

Cease, dearest mother, cease to chide :
Gany's a cheat, and I'm a bubble;

Yet why this great excess of trouble?
The dice were false; the darts are gone;

Yet how are you, or I, undone?

The loss of these I can supply
With keener shafts from Chloe's eye:

Fear not we e'er can be disgraced

While that bright magazine shall last:

Your crowded altars still shall smoke,

And man your friendly aid invoke
Jove shall again revere your power,
And rise a swan, or fall a shower.

XX.

THE QUIDNUNKI'S.

-GAY.

How vain are mortal man's endeavours!

(Said, at Dame Elliot's,* Master Travers,)

Good Orleans dead! in truth 'tis hard:

Oh, may all statesmen die prepared!

I do foresee, (and for foreseeing

He equals any man in being,)

The army ne'er can be disbanded.

-I wish the king were safely landed.

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Ah, friends! great changes threat the land; All France and England at a stand!

There's Meroweis-mark! strange work! And there's the Czar, and there's the Turk;

* A coffee house near St James's.

The Pope-an Indian merchant by,

Cut short the speech with this reply:

"All at a stand? You see great changes? "Ah, sir! you never saw the Ganges. "There dwell the nations of Quidnunki's, "(So Monomotapa calls monkies):

"On their bank, from bough to bough,

66 They meet and chat (as we may now.) "Whispers go round, they grin, they shrug, "They bow, they snarl, they scratch, they hug; "And, just as chance or whim provoke them, “They either bite their friends, or stroke them.

"There have I seen some active prig, "To show his parts, bestride a twig: "Lord! how the chattering tribe admire, "Not that he's wiser, but he's higher : "All long to try the venturous thing, "(For power is but to have one's swing); "From side to side he springs, he spurns, "And bangs his foes and friends by turns.

"Thus, as in giddy freaks he bounces,

"Crack goes the twig, and in he flounces ! "Down the swift stream the wretch is borne; "Never, ah never, to return!

"Zounds! what a fall had our dear brother; "Morbleu! cries one; and Damme! t'other. "The nations give a general screech;

"None cocks his tail, none claws his breech; "Each trembles for the public weal, "And for a while forgets to steal.

“A while, all eyes, intent and steady, "Pursue him, whirling down the eddy. "But, out of mind when out of view, "Some other mounts the twig anew; "And business, on each monkey shore, "Runs the same track it went before."