Pleased sempstresses the Lock's famed Rape unfold; And Squirts read Garth till apozems grow cold. Squirt is the name of an apothecary's boy in Garth's Dispensary; apozem is a decoction or infusion. During the great frost in London in 1716 a fair was held on the river Thames : O roving Muse! recall that wondrous year And the loud dice resound through all the field. Gay was always sighing for public employment, for which he was eminently unfit, and in 1714 he had a glimpse of fancied happiness. He wrote with joy to Pope: 'Since you went out of the town, my Lord Clarendon was appointed envoy-extraordinary to Hanover, in the room of Lord Paget; and by making use of those friends which I entirely owe to you, he has accepted me for his secretary.' Quitting his situation with the Duchess of Monmouth, he accompanied Lord Clarendon on his embassy, but seems to have held the new post only for about two months; in the same year Pope welcomed him to his native soil, and counselled him, now that the queen was dead, to write something on the king, or prince, or princess.' The anxious expectant of court favour complied with Pope's request, and wrote a poem entitled An Epistle to a Lady [probably Mrs Howard]: Occasioned by the Arrival of Her Royal Highness [the Princess of Wales, whom he had seen at Hanover]; and, as a consequence, the Princess and her husband went to see his play of The What d'ye Call It? Gay was stimulated to another dramatic attempt (1717), and produced Three Hours After Marriage, but some personal satire and indecent dialogue, together with the improbability of the plot, sealed its fate. It soon fell into disgrace; and its author, afraid that Pope and Arbuthnot would suffer from their connection with it, took all the blame on himself. Nevertheless the trio of friendly wits were attacked in two pamphlets, and Pope's quarrel with Cibber originated in this unlucky drama. Gay was silent and dejected for some time; but in 1720 he published his poems by subscription, and realised £1000. He also received a present of South Sea stock, and was supposed to be worth £20,000, all of which he lost by the collapse of that famous delusion. This serious calamity almost overwhelmed a wit fond of finery and of luxurious living, but his friends were zealous, and he was prompted to further literary exertion. In 1724 he brought out another drama, The Captives, which was acted with moderate success; and in 1727 he wrote a volume of Fables, designed for the edification of the Duke of Cumberland (then a boy of six), who does not seem to have learnt mercy or humanity from them. The accession of the prince and princess to the throne seemed to augur well for Gay's fortunes; but he was only offered the situation of gentleman-usher to the little Princess Louisa, a child under three, and considering this an insult, he rejected it. In 1726 Swift had come to England, and lived two months with Pope at Twickenham. At this or some earlier date, the Dean had sug (From a Sketch by Sir G. Kneller in the National Portrait Gallery.) gested to Gay the idea of a Newgate pastoral, in which the characters should be thieves and highwaymen ; and The Beggar's Opera was the result. The two friends were doubtful of the success of the piece, but it was received with unbounded applause. The songs and music aided greatly its popularity, and there was also the recommendation of political satire; for the quarrel between Peachum and Lockit was accepted as an allusion to a personal collision between Walpole and his colleague, Lord Townshend. The spirit and variety of the piece, in which song and sentiment are cheerfully intermixed with vice and roguery, still render the Beggar's Opera a favourite with the public; but as Gay succeeded in making highwaymen agreeable and even attractive, it can hardly be commended for its moral tendency-a matter of little account with the epicurean playwright, who was, in Pope's words Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child. The opera had a run of sixty-two nights, became the rage of town and country, and had also the effect of giving rise to the English opera, a species of light comedy enlivened by songs and music, which for a time supplanted the Italian opera, with all its exotic and elaborate graces. By this successful opera Gay, as appears from the manager's account-book, cleared £693, 13s. 6d. besides what he derived from its publication. He tried a sequel to the Beggar's Opera, under the title of Polly; but as it was supposed to contain sarcasms on the court, the Lord Chamberlain prohibited its representation. The author had recourse to publication; and such was the zeal of his friends and the effect of party-spirit that Polly produced a profit of £1100 or £1200. Henrietta, Duchess of Marlborough, gave £100 as her subscription for a copy. Gay had now amassed £3000 by his writings, which he resolved to keep 'entire and sacred.' He was at the same time received into the house of his kind patrons the Duke and Duchess of Queensberry, with whom he spent the remainder of his life. His only literary occupation was composing additional fables, and corresponding occasionally with Pope and Swift. A sudden attack of inflammatory fever carried him off in three days. Pope's letter to Swift announcing the event was endorsed: 'On my dear friend Mr Gay's death. Received, December 15th, but not read till the 20th, by an impulse foreboding some misfortune.' And nothing in Swift's life is more touching or honourable to his memory than those passages in his letters where the recollection of his friend melted his haughty stoicism. Gay was buried in Westminster Abbey, where a costly monument erected by the Duke and Duchess of Queensberry bears his own lines: Life is a jest, and all things show it: I thought so once, and now I know it. The works of this genial son of the Muses, which have lost much of their popularity, show the licentiousness without the elegance of Prior. His Fables are still the best we possess; and if they have not the rich humour and archness of La Fontaine's, they are light and pleasing, and are always smooth in versification. The Hare with Many Friends is doubtless drawn from the fabulist's own experience. In the Court of Death he tries a higher flight, and marshals his 'diseases dire' with strong and gloomy power. His song of Black-eyed Susan and the 'ballad' beginning "Twas when the seas were roaring' are full of characteristic tenderness and lyrical melody. This ballad (in the then usual sense of the word) was said by Cowper to have been the joint production of Arbuthnot, Swift, and Gay, but the tradition is not supported by evidence. The Country Ballad-singer. Sublimer strains, O rustic Muse! prepare; Forget awhile the barn and dairy's care; Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise, The drunkard's flights require sonorous lays; With Bowzybeus' songs exalt thy verse, While rocks and woods the various notes rehearse. 'Twas in the season when the reapers' toil Of the ripe harvest 'gan to rid the soil; Wide through the field was seen a goodly rout, Clean damsels bound the gathered sheaves about; The lads with sharpened hook and sweating brow Cut down the labours of the winter plough. ... When fast asleep they Bowzybeus spied, Ah, Bowzybee, why didst thou stay so long? No sooner 'gan he raise his tuneful song Of Nature's laws his carols first begunWhy the grave owl can never face the sun. For owls, as swains observe, detest the light, And only sing and seek their prey by night. How turnips hide their swelling heads below, And how the closing coleworts upwards grow; How Will-a-Wisp misleads night-faring clowns O'er hills, and sinking bogs, and pathless downs, Of stars he told that shoot with shining trail, And of the glowworm's light that gilds his tail. He sung where woodcocks in the summer feed, And in what climates they renew their breedSome think to northern coasts their flight they tend, Or to the moon in midnight hours ascendWhere swallows in the winter's season keep, And how the drowsy bat and dormouse sleep; How Nature does the puppy's eyelid close Till the bright sun has nine times set and rose (For huntsmen by their long experience find That puppies still nine rolling suns are blind). Now he goes on, and sings of fairs and shows, For still new fairs before his eyes arose. How pedlers' stalls with glittering toys are laid, The various fairings of the country maid. Long silken laces hang upon the twine, And rows of pins and amber bracelets shine; How the tight lass knives, combs, and scissors spies, And looks on thimbles with desiring eyes. Of lotteries next with tuneful note he told, Where silver spoons are won, and rings of gold. The lads and lasses trudge the street along, And all the fair is crowded in his song. The mountebank now treads the stage, and sells His pills, his balsams, and his ague-spells; On the Streets of London. Through winter streets to steer your course aright, To pave thy realm, and smooth the broken ways, When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice, The wooden heel may raise the dancer's bound, And showers soon drench the camblet's cockled grain; Be this the horseman's fence, for who would wear By various names in various counties known, Be thine of Kersey firm, though small the cost, If the strong cane support thy walking hand, Chairmen no longer shall the wall command; Even sturdy carmen shall thy nod obey, And rattling coaches stop to make thee way: This shall direct thy cautious tread aright, Though not one glaring lamp enliven night. Let beaux their canes, with amber tipt, produce; Be theirs for empty show, but thine for use. In gilded chariots while they loll at ease, And lazily insure a life's disease; While softer chairs the tawdry load convey To Court, to White's, Assemblies, or the Play; Rosy-complexioned Health thy steps attends, And exercise thy lasting youth defends. (From Trivia, Book i.) D'Oily or Doyley, who gave name to a kind of woollen stuff 'at once cheap and genteel,' and to ornamental napkins, was a linendraper who had a shop in the Strand. White's was a chocolatehouse in St James's Street. Song. Virgins are like the fair flower in its lustre, But when once plucked, 'tis no longer alluring, (From The Beggar's Opera.) There is a close parallel to this in the words of Effie Deans in the Heart of Mid-Lothian: 'I thought o' the bonny bit thorn that our father rooted out o' the yard last May, when it had a' the flush o' blossoms on it; and then it lay in the court till the beasts had trod them a' to pieces wi' their feet. I little thought when I was wae for the bit silly green bush and its flowers, that I was to gang the same gate mysell.' The Court of Death. Crowd the vast court. With hollow tone, Let those express my fervent zeal ; Next Gout appears with limping pace, "'Tis I who taint the sweetest joy, Stone urged his evergrowing force; All spoke their claim, and hoped the wand. Now expectation hushed the band, When thus the monarch from the throne: 'Merit was ever modest known. What! no physician speak his right? None here! but fees their toils requite. Let, then, Intemperance take the wand, Who fills with gold their zealous hand. You, Fever, Gout, and all the restWhom wary men as foes detestForego your claim. No more pretend; Intemperance is esteemed a friend; He shares their mirth, their social joys, And as a courted guest destroys. The charge on him must justly fall, Who finds employment for you all.' (From The Fables.) The Hare with Many Friends. A Hare, who, in a civil way, As forth she went at early dawn, And thus replied the mighty lord: 'Since every beast alive can tell I may, without offence, pretend The Goat remarked her pulse was high, She now the trotting Calf addressed, How strong are those, how weak am I ! Song-Black-eyed Susan. All in the downs the fleet was moored, 'Oh! where shall I my true love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew?' William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands. And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breastIf chance his mate's shrill call he hearAnd drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet. 'O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. 'Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go. 'If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. 'Though battle call me from thy arms, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The boatswain gave the dreadful word; They kissed-she sighed―he hung his head. To Mr Pope, on his having finished his Transla- I have been witness of thy six years toil, Thy daily labours, and thy night's annoy, On the wide sea, oft threatening to destroy : And wish thy bark had never left the strand? And oft lift up thy holy eye and hand, Now pass we Gravesend with a friendly wind, Facetious Disney, greet thee first of all: I see his chimney smoke, and hear him say, Come in, my friends! here shall ye dine and lie, For I have still some dozens of champaign : He waves his hand to bring us back in vain : Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy. Of goodly dames, and courteous knights, I view By no court-badge distinguish'd from the rest : What lady's that, to whom he gently bends? Who knows not her? ah! those are Wortley's eyes: How art thou honour'd, number'd with her friends! For she distinguishes the good and wise. |