"For Heaven's sake, if you love me, wait One moment! I'll be with you straight." Glad of a plausible pretence"Sir, I must beg you to dispense With my attendance in the court. My legs will surely suffer for't.""Nay, prithee, Carlos, stop awhile!" 66 'Faith, sir, in law I have no skill. Besides, I have no time to spare, I must be going, you know where." "Well, I protest, I'm doubtful now, Whether to leave my suit or you!" "Me, without scruple! (I reply) Me, by all means, sir !"—" No, not I. Allons, Monsieur !" 'Twere vain (you know) To strive with a victorious foe. So I reluctantly obey, And follow, where he leads the way. "You and Newcastle are so close; Still hand and glove, sir, I suppose." “Newcastle (let me tell you, sir,) Has not his equal every where." "Well. There indeed your fortune's made! Faith, sir, you understand your trade. I should serve charmingly by way What think you, sir? 'twere a good jest. "Richer than I some folks may be: More learned, but it hurts not me. 66 "Strange matters these alleged by you!"Strange they may be, but they are true.""Well, then, I vow, 'tis mighty clever, Now I long ten times more than ever Have but the will-there wants no more, He knows, and is so shy at first. Lord, sir, you'll quickly bring him to! Well; if I fail in my design, Sir, it shall be no fault of mine. Denied, what think you of a bribe? But at the most convenient time, And they must stoop, who mean to rise." We stop, salute, and-" why so fast, 66 By jeering made it ten times worse. Campley, what secret (pray!) was that You wanted to communicate?" "Twill tell "I recollect. But 'tis no matter. The bailiff seized him quick as thought. "Ho, Mr. Scoundrel! Are you caught? Sir, you are witness to the' arrest." 66 Aye, marry, sir, I'll do my best." The mob huzzas. Away they trudge, ADDRESSED TO MISS MACARTNEY, AFTERWARDS MRS. GREVILLE, ON READING THE PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE. 1762. AND dwells there in a female heart, Dwells there a wish in such a breast To smother in ignoble rest At once both bliss and woe? Far be the thought, and far the strain, Come then, fair maid, (in nature wise) In justice to the various powers With lenient balm may Oberon hence With ev'ry herb that blunts the sense Mankind received from heaven. "Oh! if my Sov'reign Author please, Far be it from my fate, To live unblest in torpid ease, Each tender tie of life defied, Whence social pleasures spring; Unmoved with all the world beside, A solitary thing." Some Alpine mountain wrapt in snow, Eternal winter doom'd to know, In vain warm suns their influence shed, What though in scaly armour dress'd, The shafts of woe, in such a breast 'Tis woven in the world's great plan, 'Tis nature bids, and whilst the laws Our self-approving bosom draws |