ing, Pray, Sir, where d' you dine? T, choice ven'fon, turkey, chine."55" awling me. Then say poor I WITHIN the bus'nefs to deny. A parish fam'it cares for fourteen meals a-day? Who all his them now and then-and here and there, Since he how I'm fingle: if you all agree 61 WHEN the young people ride the skimmington There is a gen'ral trembling in a town: Not only he for whom the perfon rides Suffers, but they sweep other doors befides; And by that hieroglyphick does appear That the good woman is the mafter there. At Jenny's door the barb'rous Heathens swept, And his poor wife fcolded until fhe wept; The mob swept on, whilst she sent forth in vain Her vocal thunder and her briny rain. Some few days after two young sparks came there, And whilft she does her coffee fresh prepare One for difcourfe of news the mafter calls, Th' other on this ungrateful subject falls. 65 10 35 Pray, Mrs. Jenny *, whence came this report, 15 "For I believe there is no great reafon for 't, "As if the folks th' other day fwept your door, "And half a dozen of your neighbours more?” "There isnothing in it," fays Jenny*; "that is done "Where the wife rules, but here Frule alone; "And Gentlemen, you'd much mistaken be If any one fhould not think that of me. "Within these walls my fuppliant vaffals know "What due obedience to their prince they owe, "And kiss the shadow of my papal toe. 25 My word is a law: when I my pow'r advance "There is not a greater Monarch ev'n in France. "Not the Mogul or Czar of Mufcovy, "Not Prefter John or Cham of Tartary, 20 My houfe my castle is, and here I'm king; "I'm pope, I'm emp'ror, Monarch, ev'ry thing. "What tho' my wife be partner of my bed? "The Monarch's crown fits only on this head." His wife had plaguy ears as well as tongue, And hearing all thought his difcourfe too long: Her confcience faid he fhould not tell fuch lies, And to her knowledge fuch; the therefore cries, "D'ye hear-you-Sirrah-Monarch-there?- "Come down 35 39 * “ And grind the coffee—or I 'll crack your crown.' So in the copy from which we print, though it is evidently the Monarch himself who fpeaks. Volume II. M 35 GARDEN PLOT, 1709. both's Vineyard look'd fo fine The king cry'd out " Would this were mine!" To bring the owners to a fale. "Shall Naboth make a monarch mourn? With that she hatch'd a Plot, and made ΤΟ 20 25 Therefore refolv'd in humble fort Gave a third part to fave th' other two. THEARTOF MAKING PUDDINGS. I. HASTYFUDDING. IG of food by British nurse design'd make the ftripling brave and maiden kind; Delay not, Mufe! in numbers to rehearse The pleasures of our life and finews of our verse; A tender modesty and trembling love, Sometimes the frugal matron seems in haste, IO Then fet fome careful damfel to look to 't, For if burnt milk fhould to the bottom stick, 20 The liquid forms in Hafly Mass unite, . . II. A HEDGE-HOG AFTER A QUAKING PUDDING, 30 As Neptune when the three-ton gu'd fork he takes And fnow unmelted in the vallies fhines :. 35 Thus when the dame her Hedge-hog Pudding Her fork indents irreparable ftrcaks, [breaks, The trembling lump with butter all around .. Seems to perceive its fall and then be drown'd; 40 III. PUDDINGS OF VARIOUS COLOURS IN A DISH. You, painter-like, now variegate the shade, |