Gave them a twisted form vermicular, Now came the cane from India smooth and bright With Nature's varnish ; severed into stripes, That interlaced each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that braced The new machine, and it became a chair. But restless was the chair; the back erect'; Distressed the weary loins, that felt no ease; The slippery seat betrayed the sliding part, That pressed it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor. These for the rich : the rest, whom fate had placed In modest mediocrity, content With base materials, sat on well-tanned hides, Obdurate and unyielding, glassy smooth, With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn, Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fixt, If cushion might be called, what harder seemed Than the firm oak, of which the frame was formed. No want of timber then was felt or feared In Albion's happy isle. The lumber stood Ponderous and fixt by its own massy weight. : But elbows still were wanting; these, some say, An alderman of Cripplegate contrived ; And some ascribe the invention to a priest Burly and big, and studious of his case. But, rude at first, and not with easy slope Receding wide, they pressed against the ribs, And bruised the side; and, elevated high, Taught the raised shoulders to invade the ears. » Long time elapsed or ever our rugged sires Complained, though incommodiously pent in, · And ill at ease behind. The ladies first 'Gan murmur, as became the softer sex. Ingenious fancy, never better pleased Than when employed to accommodate the fair, Heard the sweet moan with pity, and devised The soft settee; one elbow at each end, And in the midst an elbow, it received, United yet divided, twain at once. So sit two kings of Brentford on one thrones And so two citizens who take the air, Close packed, and smiling, in a chaise and one. But relaxation of the languid frame, By soft recumbency of outstretched limbs, Was bliss reserved for happier days. So slow The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, Oh may I live exempted (while I live Of grassy swarth, close cropt by nibbling sheep, That play of lungs, inhaling and again Respiring freely the fresh air, that makes Swift pace or steep ascent no toil to me, Mine have not pilfered yet; nor yet impaired My relish of fair prospect ; scenes that soothed Or charmed me young, no longer young, I find Still soothing, and of power to charm me still. And witness, dear companion of my walks, Whose arm this twentieth winter I perceive Fast locked in mine, with pleasure such as love, Confirmed by long experience of thy worth And well-tried virtues, could alone inspireWitness a joy that thou hast doubled long. Thou knowest my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjured up To serve occasions of poetic pomp, But genuine, and art partner of them all. How oft upon yon'eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borde The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While admiration feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene. Thence with what pleasure have, we just discerned The distant plough slow moving, and beside His labouring team, that swerved not from the track, The sturdy swain diminished to a boy! Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain |