6

And now the Dragon Dame did ply,
The Hammer Dame with ribaldry
That she most tamely bore;

Until enraged with greeklike ire,

The Hammer dame afresh struck fire,

At being call'd a W- -e.

7

But now by charm of Lichfield's name, The Dragon Lady grows more tame, With thought of pennance dire;

Of ceremonial dread and sad,

Of being in a white sheet clad,
Inelegant attire.

8

And now about the streets she goes,
Enrag'd alike at friends and foes,

With thoughts of being cast;

To the K-g's head she now repairs, Poor Hin humble silence stares,

And Fd stands aghast.

9

The Dragon Dame, she felt no shame, But rather thought she was to blame, So sent her foe a piece

Of J-n's famed regal cake,

So fam'd for children's belly ache,
In hopes the feud might cease.

10

But vain it was, the cake sent back
Declares afresh, some fresh attack;

The Hammer Dame she went

To a Lawyer straight, and did deplore, And stated-we will say no more,

The hated compliment.

11

And now the law doth quickly send
Forces to sue, and to defend,

With process dread and fell;

To last for many a rising sun,
The end of law that's once begun,

No man on earth can tell.

12

And now should any stranger stand, On this our savage D-y land, 'Tmay not be out of season,

To say the moral well applies,

Don't catch our manners as they rise, Nor, nor as they've risen.

Dn Woman.

NATURE benignant and bounteous to man,
Adorn'd with a woman, creation's great plan;
No charm was neglected of person or mind,
Comely, and courteous, most chaste and refined.
What tho' she mistook, so providence blends
That from Woman proceeds more than ample
amends,

The cause of all evil, by heaven embued,
Becomes to mankind the cause of all good.

WHENCE was the gloom o'er Chatsworth spread,

Whence was the cheerless day,

In ev'ry peasant's face 'twas read-
"Chatsworth's good Lord's away."

2

He went to visit foreign climes,

And shone in every state,

An English Peer of modern times,

Munificent, as great.

3

But now o'er Chatsworth's lofty tower

The Star shines full abroad,

That rules an hospitable hour,

Return'd is Chatsworth's Lord.