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Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdain, And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain.

Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly light Will teach thy reeling steps to tread aright; For sixpence will support thy helpless arm, And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm. But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar To call their brethren to confederate war, When rakes resist their power; if hapless you Should chance to wander with the scouring crew; Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair, But seek the constable's considerate ear; He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree, Mov'd by the rhetoric of a silver fee. (word, Thus, would you gain some favourite courtier's Fee not the petty clerks, but bribe my

lord. Now is the time that rakes their revels keep; Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep. His scatter'd pence the flying nicker * flings, And with the copper shower the casement rings. Who has not heard the scourer's midnight fame? Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name? Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds, Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds? I pass their desperate deeds, and mischiefs done, Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run ; How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb, Were tumbled furious thence; the rolling tomb O’er the stones thunders, bounds from side to side; So Regulus, to save his country, dy'd.

* Gentlemen wlio delighted w brcak windows with halfpence.


Where a dim gleam the paly lantern throws O'er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows; Or arched vaults their gaping jaws extend, Or the dark caves to common shores descend, Oft by the winds extinct the signal lies, Or smother'd in the glimmering socket dies, Ere Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne; In the wide gulph the shatter'd coach, o'erthrown, Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke, And from the crackling axle flies the spoke. So, when fam'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray, That led the sailor through the stormy way, Was from its rocky roots by billows torn, And the high turret in the whirlwind borne ; Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land, And pitchy ruins blackend all the strand. (steed ?

Who then through night would hire the harness'd And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed ? But hark! Distress, with screaming voice, draws

And wakes the slumbering street with cries of fire.
At first a glowing red enwraps the skies,
And, borne by winds, the scattering sparks arise ;
From beam to beam the fierce contagion spreads ;
The spiry flames now lift aloft their heads;
Through the burst sash a blazing deluge pours,
And splitting tiles descend in rattling showers.
Now with thick crowds th' enlighten'd pavement

The fireman sweats beneath his crooked arms;
A leathern casque his venturous head defends,
Boldly he climbs where thickest smoke ascends;

See, forceful engines spout their level'd streams,
To quench the blaze that runs along the beams;
The grappling hook plucks rafters from the walls,
And heaps on heaps the smoky ruin falls;
Blown by strong winds, the fiery tempest roars,
Bears down new walls, and pours along the floors ;
The Heavens are all a-blaze, the face of Night
Is cover'd with a sanguine dreadful light.
'Twas such a light involv'd thy towers, O Rome!
The dire presage of mighty Cæsar's doom,
When the Sun veil'd in rust his mourning head,
And frightful prodigies the skies o'erspread.
Mov'd by the mother's streaming eyes and prayers,
The helpless infant through the flame he bears,
With no less virtue, than through hostile fire
The Dardan hero bore his aged sire.
Hark! the drum thunders ! far, ye crowds, retire :
Behold! the ready match is tipt with fire,
The nitrous store is laid, the smutty train,
With running blaze, awakes the barrel’d grain ;
Flames sudden wrap the walls; with sullen sound
The shatter'd pile sinks on the smoky ground.
So, when the years shall have revolv'd the date,
Th' inevitable hour of Naples' fate,
Her sapp'd foundations shall with thunders shake,
And heave and toss upon the sulphurous lake;
Earth's womb at once the fiery flood shall rend,
And in th' abyss her plunging towers descend.

Consider, reader, what fatigues I've known,
The toils, the perils, of the wintery town;
What riots seen, what bustling crowds I bore,
How oft I cross'd where carts and coaches roar ;

Yet shall I bless my labours, if mankind
Their future safety from my dangers tind.
Thus the bold traveller (inur'd to toil,
Whose steps have printed Asia's desert soil,
The barbarous Arabs' haunt; or shivering crost
Dark Greenland's mountains of eternal frost;
Whom Providence, in length of years, restores
To the wish'd harbour of his native shores)
Sets forth his journals to the public view,
To caution, by his woes, the wandering crew.

And now complete my generous labours lie,
Finish'd, and ripe for immortality.
Death shall entomb in dust this mouldering frame,
But never reach th' eternal part, my fame.
When W— and G-, mighty names !* are dead;
Or but at Chelsea under custards read;
When critics crazy bandboxes repair ;
And tragedies, turn'd rockets, bounce in air ;
High rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to Fame,
This work shall shine, and walkers bless my name.



All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,

The streamers waving in the wind,
When Black-ey'd Susan came aboard.

“ Oh! where shall I my true love find ?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among the crew."

* Probably Ward and Gildon. N.

Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean,

And let my lover rest :
Ah! what's thy troubled motion

To that within my breast ?

“ The merchant, robb’d of pleasure,

Sees tempests in despair ;
But what's the loss of treasure,

To losing of my dear?
Should you some coast be laid on,

Where gold and diamonds grow,
You'd find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you so.

“ How can they say that Nature

Has nothing made in vain ;
Why then beneath the water

Should hideous rocks remain ?
No eyes the rocks discover,

That lurk beneath the deep,
To wreck the wandering lover,

And leave the maid to weep.”

All melancholy lying,

Thus wail'd she for her dear;
Repay'd each blast with sighing,

Each billow with a tear;
When o'er the white wave stooping,

His floating corpse she spy'd ;
Then, like a lily drooping,

She bow'd her head, and dy'd.

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