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Wriggling he hangs, and grirs, and bites in vain : Not such our friends; for here no dark deliga, Bid the loud horns, in gayly-warbling strains, No wicked interest, bribes the venal heart; Proclaim the felon's fate; he dies, he dies. But inclination to our bosom leads,

Rejoice, ye scaly tribes, and leaping dance And weds them there for life; our social cups Above the wave, in fign of liberty

Smile, as we smile; open, and unreserv'd, Restor'd; the cruel tyrant is no more.

We speak our inmost louls; good-humour, mirth, Rejoice secure and bless'd; did not as yet

Soft complaisance, and wit from malice free, Remain, some of your own rapacious kind; Smooth every brow, and glow on every cheek. And man, fierce man, with all his various wiles. O happiness sincere ! what wretch would groan

O happy! if ye knew your happy state, Beneath the galling load of power, or walk Ye rangers of the fields; whom Nature boon Upon the Rippery pavements of the great, Cheers with her smiles, and every element Who thus could reign, unenvy'd and secure ? Conspires to bless. What, if no heroes frown Ye guardian powers who make mankind your From marble pedestals; nor Raphael's works,

care, Nor Titian's lively tints, adorn our walls ? Give me to know wise Nature's hidden depths, Yet these the meanest of us may behold;

Trace each mysterious cause, with judgment read, And at another's coft may feast at will

Th' expanded volume, and submiss adore Our wondering eyes; what can the owner more? That great creative will, who at a word But vain, alas! is wealth, not grac'd with power. Spoke forth the wondrous scene. But if my soul The flowery landskip, and the gilded dome, To this gross clay confin'd futters on earth And vistas opening to the wearied eye,

With less ambitious wing; unskill'd to range Through all his wide domain; the planted grove, From orb to orb, where Newton leads the way: The fhrabby wilderness, with its gay choir

And view with piercing eyes the grand machinca Of warbling birds, can't lull to soft repose

Worlds above worlds; subservient to his voice Th' ambitious wretch, whose discontented soul Who, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone Is harrow'd day and night; he mourns, he pines, Gives light to all; bids the great system move Until his prince's favour makes him great.

And changeful seasons in their turns advance, See there he comes, th' exalted idol comes ! Unmov'd, unchang'd, himself: yet this at least The circle's form’d, and all his fawning Naves Grant me propitious, an inglorious life, Devoutly bow to earth ; from every mouth Calm and serene, nor lost in false pursuits The nauseous flattery flows, which he returns Of wealth or honours; but enough to raise With promises that die as soon as born.

My drooping friends, preventing modest want Vile intercourse: where virtue has no place. That dares not alk. And if, to crown my joys, Prowo but the monarch; all his glories fade; Ye grant me health, chat, ruddy in my cheeks, He mingles with the throng, outcast, undone, Blooms in my life's decline; fields, woods, and The pageant of a day; without one friend

streams, To soothe his tortur'd mind; all, all are fled. Each towering hill, cach humble vale below, For, though they bask'd in his meridian ray, Shall hear my cheering voice, my hounds faall wake The insects vanish, as his bcams decline.

The lazy morn, and glad ch'horizon round.

HOBBINOL; OR, THE RURAL GAMES,

A BURLESQUE POEM,

IN BLANK VERSI.

« Nec sum animi dubius, verbis ea viacere magnum
“ Quam ut, et angultis hunc addere rebus honorem.
“ Sed me Parnasi deserta per ardua dulcis
“ Raptat Amor. Juvat ire jugis, quà nulla priorum
“ Caltaliam molli divertitur orbita clivo."

Virg. Gcorg. lib. iiie

TO MR. HOGARTH,

your poetical brethren, that you paint to the cge;

yet remember, Sir, that we give speech and moPermit me, Sir, to make choice of you for my tion, and a greater variety to our figures. Your patron, being the greatest master in the burlesque province is the town; leave me a small outride in Fay. In this indeed you have some advantage of the country, and I fball be content. la chis, az

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least, let us both agree, to make vice and folly the “ of two kinds. The first represents mean per. object of our ridicule; and we cannot fail to be of “ Sons in the accoutrements of heroes ; the other, Lue service to mankind. I am,

great persons acting and speaking like the balet SIR,

“ among the people. Don Quixote is an instance Your admirer, and

“ of the first, and Lucian's gods of the second. It Your most humble servant, “ is a dispute among the critics, whether burlesque

W. S. suns best in heroic, like the Dispensary; or in

“ droggel, like that of Hudibras. i think, where “ the low character is to be raised, the heroic is

" the most proper measure; but when an hero is PREFACE.

“ to be pulled down and degraded, it is bes done

“ in doggrel.” Thus far Mr. Addison. If thereNothing is more common than for us poor bards, fore the heroic is the proper measure where the when we have acquired a little reputation, to prine | low character is to be raited, Milton's style must ourselves into disgrace. We climb the Aonian

be very proper in the subject here treated of ; be. nuount with difficulky and toil; we receive the bays cause it raises the low character more than is poffor which we languished; till, grasping till at sible to be done under the restraint of rhyme; and more, we lose our hold, and fall at once to the the ridicule chiefly consists in raising that low cha. bottom.

racter. I beg leave to refer to the authority of The author of this piece would not thus be felo Mr. Smith, in his poem upon the death of Mr. de se, nor would he be murdered by persons un John Philips. The whole passage is so very known. But as he is fatisfied, that there are ma tine, and gives so clear an idea of his manner of ny imperfect copies of this trifle disperfed abroad, writing, that the reader will not think his labour and as he is credibly informed, that he shall soon | loft in running it over. be exposed to view in such an attitude, as he would But here it may be objected, that this manner not care to appear in; he thinks it most prudent, of writing contradicts the rule in Horace : in this desperate case, to throw himself on the mer “ Verlibus exponitragicis res comica non vult." cy of the public; and offer this whimsical work a Monsieur Boileau, in his dissertation upon the voluntary facrifice, in hope that he stands a better Joconde of de la Fontaine, quotes this passage in chance for their indulgence, now it has received Horace, and observes, “ Que comme il n'y a rien liis last hand, than whea curtailed and mangled by “ de plus froid, que de conter une chose grande en others.

“ file bas, austi n'y a-t-il de plus ridicule, que de The poets of almost all nations have celebrated raconter une histoire comique et absurde en the games of their several courtries. Homer be

termes graves et serieux." But then he justly gan, and all the mimic tribe followed the example adds this exception to the general rule in Horace; of that great father of poetry. Even our own à moins que ce ferieux ne soit affedé tout esMilton, who laid his scene beyond the limits of près pour rendre la chose ercore plus burlesque." this sublunary world, has found room for descrip. If the observation of that celebrated critic, Monrions of this fort, and has performed it in a more sicur Dacier, is true, Horace himself, in the same sublime manner than any who went before him. cpistle to the Piso's, and not far distant from the i lis, indeed, are sports; but they are the sports of rule here mentioned, has aimed to improve the angels. This gentieman has endeavoured to do burlesque by the help of the sublime, in his note justice to his countrymen, the British freeholders, upon this verse : who, when drefied in their holiday clothes, are by “ Debemur morti nos noftraque : five receptus no means persons of a despicable figure ; but eat “ Terra Neptunus"and drink as plentifully, and fight as heartily, as And upon the five following verses has this genia the greatest hero in the Iliad. There is also lomeral remark : “ Toutes ces expreffions nobles qu' afe in descriptions of this nature, since nothing “ Horace entasse dans ces fix vers fervent a rendre gives us a clearer idea of the genius of a nation, “ plus plaisante cette chute: than their sports and diversions. If we see people i Ne dum verborum ftet honos.”dancing, even in wooden shocs, and a fiddle al “ Car rien ne contribue tant au ridicule que le grand." ways at their heels, we are foon convinced of the He indeed would be severe upon himself alone, levity and volatile spirit of those merry slaves. The who should censure this way of writing, when he famous bull-fealls are an evidene token of the Quix. must plainly fee, that it is affected on purpose, only olism and romantic taste of the Spaniards. And to raise the ridicule, and give the reader a more e country-wake is too fad an image of the infir- agreeable entertainment. Nothing can improve mities of our own people: we fee nothing but a merry tale so much, as its being delivered with broken heads, bottles flying about, iables overturn a grave and serious air. Our imaginations are ed, outrageous drunkennels, and eternal squabble. agreeably furprised, and fond of a pleasure so little

Thus much of the subject; it may not be im- ' expected. Whereas he, who would bcspeak our proper to touch a little upon the fiyle. One of laughter by an affected grimace and ridiculous The greatest poets and most candid critics of this geltures, niuft play his part very well indeed, or age has informed us that there are two sorts of he will fall sort of the idea he has raised. It is burlesque. Be pleased to take it in his own words, true, Virgil was very sensible that it was difficube Excelator, Nunub. 242. “ Burlesque (Swys lie) is thus to clevate a low and niean subject :

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" Nec sum animi dubius, verbis ea vincere mag figure, his confidence. Hobbinol, by permis,

(rem." fion of Ganderefta, accepts the challenge, vaults Quam fit, et angustis hunc addere rebus hono. into the ring. His honourable behaviour, escapes But tells us for our encouragement in another place, a scowering. Ganderetta's agony. Paftorel “ In tenui labor, at tenuis non gloria, fi quem

fuiled. Ganderctta not a little pleased. “ Numina la va finunt,auditque vocatus Apollo.” Mr. Addison is of the same opinion, and adds, that What old Menalcas at feast reveal'd the difficulty is very much increased by writing in I fing. frange seats of ancient prowess, decds, blank verse. “The English and French (says he) of high renown, while all his listening guelts “ who always use the same words in verse as in With eager joy receiv'd the pleasing tale.

ordinary conversation, are forced to raise their O thon* ! who late on Vaga's flowery banks language with metaphors and figures, or by the Slumbering secure, with Stirom † well bedew'd, pompousness of the whole phrase to wear off | Fallacious cask, in sacred dreams were taught any littleness, that appears in the particular By ancient seers, and Merlin prophet old,

parts that compose it. This makes our blank To raise ignoble themes with strains sublime, “ verse, where there is no rhyme to support the Be thou my guide; while I thy track pursue

expression, extremely difficult to such as are not With wing unequal, through the wide expanse " masters of the tongue; elpecially when they Adventurous range, and emulate thy flights. “ write upon low subječts.Remarks upon Italy, In that rich vale t, where with Dobunian P. 99. But there is even yet a greater difficulty

fields behind : the writer in this kind of burit fque mult Cornaviao || borders meet, far fam'd of old not only keep up the pomp and dignity of the For Montfort's ** hapless fate, undaunted earl; ftyle, but an artful fneer should appear through Where from her fruitful urn Avona pours the whole work; and every man will judge, that Her kindly torrent on the thirsty glebe, it is no easy matter to blend together the hero and And pillages the hills t'enrich the plains; the harlequin.

On whole luxuriant banks flowers of all hues If any person should want a key to this poem, Start up fpontaneous; and the teeming foil his curiosity hall be gratified : 1 Thall, in plain With hafty shoots prevents its owner's prayer: words, tell him, “ It is a satire against the luxury, The pamper'd wanton steer, of the sharp axe " the pride, the wantenness, and quarrelsome tem Regardless, that o'er his devoted head

per, of the middling fort of people." As thefe Hangs menacing, crops his delicious bane, are the proper and genuine cause of that bare. Nor knows the price is life ; with envious eye faced knavery, and almost universal poverty, His labouring yoke-fellow beholds his plight, which reign without controul in every place; and

And deems him bleft, while on his languid neck as to these we owe our mary bankrupt farmers, In folemn floth he tugs the lingering plough. our trade decayed, and lands uncultivated; the So blind are mortals, of each other's fiate author has reason to hope that no honeft man, Mis-judging, self-deceiv'd. Here as supreme who loves his country, will think this short reproof Stern Hobbinol in rural plenty reigns out of season : for, perhaps, this merry way of O’er wide extended fields, his large domain. bantering men into viriue, may have a better Th' obsequious villagers, with looks submiss cffcét than the most serious admonitions ; linçe Observant of his eye, or when with seed many, who are proud to be thought immoral, are T'impregnate earth's fat womb, or when to bring not very fond of being ridiculous.

With clamorous joy the bearded harvest home.

Here, when the distant sun lengthens the nights When the keen frosts the shivering farmer warn

To broach his mellow calk, and frequent blasts
ÇANTO I.

Instruct the cracldling billets how to blaze,
In his warm wicker-chair, whose pliant twigs

In clofe embraces join'd, with spacious arch Propofition. Invocation addressed to Mr. John Vault this thick-woven roof, the bloated churl

Philips, author of the Cyder Poem and Splendid Loiters in state, each arm reclin'd is prop'd
Shilling. Description of the Vale of Evesham.

With yielding pillows of the softest down. The Seat of Hobbinol; Hobbinol a great man In mind compos’d, from short coeval tube in his village, seated in his wicker (naoking his He sucks the vapours bland, thick curling clouds pipe, has one only fon. Young Hobbinol's of smoke around his reeking temples play; education, bred up with Ganderetta his near Joyous he sits, and impotent of thought relation. Young Hobbinol and Ganderetta

Pulls away care and forrow from his heart. chosen king and queen of May. Her dress and How vain the pomp of kings! look dow'n, ya attendants. The May-ganies. Twangdillo the

great, fiddler, his character. The dancing. Ganderetta's extraordinary performance. Bagpipes * Mr. John Philips. good music in the Highlands. Milonides, † Strong Herefordscire cyder. master of the ring, disciplines the mob; pro # Vale of Evefoam. S Gloucesterfire. claims the several prizes. His speech. Pastorel # Worceflerfire. çakes up the belt. His character, his heroic

** Simor d: Montfort, killed at the battle of Esrefour,

THE ARGUMENT.

And view with envious eye the downy neft, Loft in the common joy, and the bold llaye Where foft repose, and calm contentment dwell, Leans on his wealthy master, unreprov'd : Unbrib'd by wealth, and unrestrain'd by power. The fick no pains can feel, no wants the poor. One son alone had blest his bridal bed,

Round his fond mother's neck the smiling babe Whom good Calista bore, nor loog surviv'd Exulting clings; hard by decrepid age, To share a mother's joy, but left the babe Prop'd on his taff with anxious thought revolves To his paternal care. An orphan piece

His pleasures past, and casts his grave remarks Near the same time his dying brother fent, Among the heedless throng. The vigorous youth To claim his kind support. The helpless pair Strips for the combat, hopeful to subdue In the same cradie fept, nurs'd up with care The fair-one's long disdain, by valour now By the same tender hand, on the same breasts Glad to convince her coy erroneous heart, Alternate hung with joy; till reasun dawn'd, And prove his merit equal to her charms. And a new light broke out by flow degrees : Soft pity pleads his cause; blushing the views Then on the floor the pretty wantons play'd, His brawny limbs, and bis undaunted eye, Gladding the farmer's heart with growing hopes, That looks a proud defiance on his focs. And pleasures erit unfelt. Whene'er with cares Resolv'd and obftinately firm he stands; Oppress’d, when wearied, or alone he doz'd, Danger nor death he fears, while the rich prize Their harmless prattle fnoth'd his troubled soul. Is vi&ory and love. On the large bough Say, Hobbinol, what ecilalies of joy

Of a thick-spreading elm Twangdillo fits: Thrill'd through thy veins, when climbing for a' Onc leg on iter's banks the hardy fwain kiss

Left undismay'd, Bellona's lightning scorch'd With little palms they ftrok'd thy grizly beard, His manly visage, but in pity left Or round thy wicker whirl'd their rattling cars? One eye secure. He many a painful bruise Thus from their carliest days bred up, and train'd, Intrepid felt, and many a gaping wound, To mutual fondness, with their stature grew For brown Kate's fake, and for his country's weal: The thriving passion. What love can decay Yet till the merry bard without regret That roots so deep! now ripening manhood curl'a Bears his own ills, and with his sounding shell, On the gay fripling's chin : her panting breasts, And comic phy2, relieves his drooping friends. And trembling blushes glowing on her cheeks, Hark, from aloft his tortur'd cat-gut squeals, Her secret with betray'd. She at each mart He tickles every string, to every note All eyes attracted; but her faithful shade,

He bends his plaint neck, his single eye Young Hobbinol, ne'er wander'd from her side. Twinkles with joy, his active stump beats time: A frown from him dash'd every rival's hopes. Let but this fubile artist foftly touch For he, like Peleus' fon, was prone to rage, The trembling chords, the faint expiring (wain Inexorable, swift like him of foot

Trembles no less, and the fond yielding maid With ease could overtake his daftard foe,

Is tweedled into love. See with what pomp Nor fpar'd the fuppliant wretch. And now ap The gaudy bands advance in trim array! proach'd

Love beats in every vein, from every eye. Those merry days, when all the nymphs and Darts his contagious flames. They frisk, they swains,

bound In folemn festivals and rural sports,

Now to brisk airs, and to the speaking Atrings: Pay their glad homage to the blooming spring. Attentive, in mid-way the sexcs meet; Young Hobbinol by joint consent is rais'd Joyous their adverse fronts they close, and press T' imperial dignity, and in his hand

To strict embrace, as resolute to force Bright Ganderetta tripp'd the jovial queen And storm a passage to each other's heart : Of Maia's gaudy month profuse of flowers. Till by the varying notes forewarn'd back they From each enameld mead th'attendant nymphs Recoil disparted : each with longing eyes Loaded with odorous (poils, from these selec Pursues his mate retiring, till again Fach flower of gorgeous dye, and garlands weave The blended seres mix; then hand in hand Of party-colour'd sweets; cach busy hand Fast lock'd, arouud they fly, or nimbly wheel Adorns the jocund queen: in her loose hair, In mazes intricate. The jocund troop, That to the winds in wanton ringlets plays, Pleas'd with their grateful toil, inceffant fbake The tufted cow lips breathe their faint perfumes. Their uncouth brawny limbs, and knock their heels On her refulgent brow, as crystal clear,

Sonorous; down each brow the trickling balm As Parian marble smooth, Narcissus hangs

torrents flows, exhaling sweets refresh His drooping head, and views his image there, The gazing crowd, and heavenly fragrance fills Unhappy flower ! panlies of various hue,

The circuit wide. So danc'd in days of yore, Iris, and hyacinth, and asphodel,

When Orpheus play'd a leffon to the brutes,
To deck the nymph, their richest liveries wear, The listening savages; the speckled pard
And lavish all their pride. Not Flora's self Dandled the kid, and with the bounding roe
More lovely (miles, when to the dawning year The lion gambol'd. But what hea enly muse
Her opening bosom heavenly fragrance breathes. With equal lays shall Ganderetta sing,

See on yon verdant lawn, the gathering crowd When goddess-like she skims the verdant plain,
Thickens amain; the buxom nymphs advance Gracefully gliding every ravilh'd eye
Uher'd by jolly clowns: diftinctions cease The symph attrade and every heart she wounds

the most, tranfported Hobbinol! lo, now, Expos'd to winter snows, and northern blasts
Now to thy opening arms she skuds along, Severe. As heroes old, who from great Jove
With yielding blushes glowing on her cheeks; Derive their proud descent, lo mighe he boalt
And eyes that sweetly languilh ; but too soon, His line paternal: but be thou, my muse!
Too soon, alas! The flies thy vain embrace, No, leaky blab, nor painful umbrage give
But flies to be pursued; nimbly she trips,

To wealthy 'squire, or doughty knight, or peer And darts a glance so cender as she turns,

Of high degree. Him every shouting ring, That with new hopes reliev'd, thy joys revive, In triumph crown'd, him every champion fear'd, Thy ftature's rais'd, and thou art more than man. From † Kifesgate to remoteft | Henbury. Thy ftately port, and more majestic air,

High in the midst the brawny wrestler stands, And every (prightly motion speaks thy love. A Mately towering object; the tough belt

To the loud bag-pipe's solemn voice attend, Measures his ample breast, and shades around Whose rising winds proclaim a storm is nigh. His shoulders broad; proudly secure he kens Harmonious blasts ! that warm the frozen blood The tempting prize, in his presumptuous thought Of Caledonia's sons to love or war,

Already gain'd; with partial look the crowd And cheer their drooping hearts, robb’d of the Approve his claim. But Hobbinol, enrag'd fun's

To see th' important gifts fo cheaply won, Enlivening ray, that o'er the snowy Alps

And uncontested honours tamely lost, Relu&ant peeps, and speeds to better climes. With lowly reverence thus accosts his qucen. Fortbwith in hoary majesty appears

“ Fair goddess! be propitious to my vows; One of gigantic size, but visage wan,

“ Smile on thy lave, nor Hercules himself Milonides the strong, renown'd of old

“ Shall rob us of this palm : that boaster vain For feats of arms, but, bending now with years, “ Far other port fhall Icarn.” She, with a look His trunk unwieldy from the verdant curf That pierc'd his in most soul, Smiling applauds He rears deliberate, and with his plant

His generous ardour, with aspiring hope Of toughelt virgin oak in rising aids

Diftends his breast, and stirs the man within : His trembling limbs; his bald and wrinkled front, Yet much, alas! the fears, for much she loves. Entrench'd with many a glorious (car, befpeaks So from her arms the Paphian queen dismiss'd Submissive reverence. He with countenance grim The warrior god, on glorious flaughter bent, Boafts his past deeds, and with redoubled strokes Provok'd his rage, and with her eyes inflam'd Marthals the crowd, and forms the circle wide. Her haughty paramour Swift as the winds Stern arbiter! like some huge rock he stands, Dispel the feeting milts, at once he strips That breaks th' incumbent waves; they chrong. His royal robes; and with a frown that chill'd ing press

The blood of the proud youth, active he bounds In troops confus'd, and rear their foaming heads High o'er the heads of mulcitudes reclin'd: Each above each, but from superior force

But, as beseem'd one, whose plain honest heart, Shrinking repellid, compofe of fateliest view Nor passion foul, nor malice dark as hell, A liquid cheatre. With hands uplift,

But honour pure, and love divine, had fir'd, And voice stentorian, he proclaims aloud

His hand presenting, on his sturdy foe Each rural prize.“ To him whose active foot Disdainfully he smiles; then, quick as thought, * Foils his bold foe, and rivets him to earth, With his left-hand the belt, and with his right * This pair of gloves, by curious virgin hands His shoulder seiz'd fast griping; Hs right foot “ Embroider'd, scam'd with silk, and fring'd with Essay'd the champion's strength: but firm he cod,

Fix'd as a mountain ash, and in his turn # To him, who best the stubborn hilts can wield, Repaid the bold affront; his horny filt " And bloody marks of his displeasure leave Fait on his back he clos'd, and look in air " On his opponent's head, this beaver white The cumberous load. Nor reft, nor pause allow'd, * With silver edging grac'd, and scarlet plume. Their watchful eyes inttruct their busy feet; " Ye taper maidens! whose impetuous speed They pant, they heave; each nerve, each linew's * Outfies the roe, nor bends the tender grass,

Itrain'd, “ See here this prize, this rich lac'd Imuck be- Grasping they close, beneath each painful gripe

The livid tumours risc, in briny streams " White as your bofoms, as your kisses soft. The sweat distils, and from their batter'd thins ** Bleft nymph! whom bounteous heaven's pe- The clotted gore diftains the beaten ground.

Each (wain his wish, each trembling nymph con* Allots this pompous vest, and worthy deems

ceals * To win a virgin, and to wear a bride.”. Her secret dread; while every panting breast

The gifts refulgent dazzle all the crowd, Alternate fears and hopes depress or raise.
IR speechless admiration fix'd, unmov'd,

Thus long in dubious scale the contest hung,
Ev'n he who now each glorious palm displays, Till Pastorel, impatient of delay,
In fullen silence views his batter'd limbs,

Colle&ing all his force, a furious Itroke
And fighs his vigour spent. Not so appallid At his left ancle aim'd; 'twas death to fall,
Young Pastorel, for active strength renown'd: To stand impossible. O Ganderecca!
Him ida bore, a mountain shepherdess;
On the bleak woald the gew-bora infant lay, + Two Hundreds in Gloucefterfingen

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