Common Amusements of a Bathing-place.- Morning Rides, Walks, &c. -Company resorting to the Town.-Different choice of Lodgings.-Cheap Indulgences.-Sea-side Walks.— Wealthy Invalid.-Sunimer-Evening on the Sands.-Sea Productions." Water parted from the Sea."-Winter Views serene.-In what cases to be avoided. Sailing upon the River.-A small Islet of Sand off the Coast.-Visited by Company.-Covered by the Flowing of the Tide.-Adven
F our Amusements ask you ?-We amuse
Ourselves and Friends with Sea-side Walks and Views,
Or take a Morning Ride, a Novel, or the News;
Or, seeking nothing, glide about the Street,
And so engag'd, with various Parties meet;
Awhile we stop, discourse of Wind and Tide,
Bathing and Books, the Raffle and the Ride:
Thus, with the aid which Shops and Sailing give,
Life passes on; 'tis Labour, but we live.
When Evening comes, our Invalids awake, Nerves cease to tremble, Heads forbear to ache; Then cheerful Meals the sunken Spirits raise, Cards or the Dance, Wine, Visiting or Plays.
Soon as the Season comes, and Crowds arrive, To their superior Rooms the Wealthy drive; Others look round for Lodging snug and small, Such is their taste-they 've hatred to an Hall:
Hence one his fav'rite Habitation gets,
The Brick-floor'd Parlour which the Butcher lets;
Where, through his single Light, he may regard
The various Business of a common Yard,
Bounded by backs of Buildings form'd of Clay,
By Stables, Styes, and Coops, et-cætera.
The Needy-vain, themselves awhile to shun,
For Dissipation to these Dog-holes run ;
Where each (assuming petty Pomp) appears,
And quite forgets the Shopboard and the Sheers.
For them are cheap Amusements: they may slip
Beyond the Town and take a private Dip;
When they may urge that, to be safe they mean,
They've heard there's danger in a light Machine;
They too can gratis move the Quays about,
And gather kind Replies to every Doubt;
There they a pacing, lounging Tribe may view,
The Stranger's Guides, who 've little else to do ;
The Borough's Place-men, where no more they gain
Than keeps them idle, civil, poor and vain.
Then may the Poorest with the Wealthy look
On Ocean, glorious page of Nature's book!
May see its varying Views in every hour,
All softness now, then rising with all power,
As sleeping to invite, or threat'ning to devour :
'Tis this which gives us all our choicest Views,
Its Waters heal us, and its Shores amuse.
See! those fair Nymphs upon that rising Strand, Yon long salt Lake has parted from the Land;
Well pleas'd to press that Path, so clean, so pure,
To seem in Danger, yet to feel secure ;
Trifling with Terror, while they strive to shun
The curling Billows; laughing as they run;
They know the Neck that joins the Shore and Sea,
Or, ah! how chang'd that fearless Laugh would be.
Observe how various Parties take their way, By Sea-side Walks, or make the Sand-hills gay; There group'd are laughing Maids and sighing Swains, And some apart who feel unpitied Pains ; Pains from Diseases, Pains which those who feel, To the Physician, not the Fair, reveal; For Nymphs (propitious to the Lover's Sigh) Leave these poor Patients to complain and die.
Lo! where on that huge Anchor sadly leans
That sick tall Figure, lost in other Scenes;
He late from India's Clime impatient sail'd,,
Where, as his Fortune grew, his Spirits fail'd;
For each Delight, in search of Wealth he went,
For Ease alone, the Wealth acquir'd is spent-
And spent in vain; enrich'd, aggriev'd, he sees
The envied Poor possess'd of Joy and Ease:
And now he flies from Place to Place, to gain
Strength for Enjoyment, and still flies in vain;
Mark! with what Sadness, of that pleasant Crew,
Boist'rous in Mirth, he takes a transient View;
And fixing then his Eye upon the Sea,
Thinks what has been and what must shortly be:
Is it not strange that Man should Health destroy,
For Joys that come when he is dead to Joy?
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