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Increasing debts, perplexing duns,
And nothing for his younger sons.
Straight all his thought to gain he turns,
And with the thirst of lucre burns.
But, when possessid of Fortune's store,
The Spectre haunts him more and more;
Sets want and misery in view,
Bold thieves, and all the murdering crew;
Alarms him with eternal frights,
Infests his dreams, or wakes his nights.
How shall he chase this hideous guest ?
Power may, perhaps, protect his rest.
To power he rose. Again the Sprite
Besets him morning, noon,
Talks of Ambition's tottering seat,
How Envy persecutes the great ;
Of rival hate, of treacherous friends,
And what disgrace his fall attends.
The court he quits, to fly from Care,
And seeks the peace of rural air;
His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours;
He prun'd his trees, he rais'd his flowers ;
But Care again his steps pursues,
Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews,
Of plundering insects, snails, and rains,
And droughts that starv'd the labour'd plains.
Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there;
In vain we seek to fly from Care.
At length he thus the Ghost addrest :
• Since thou must be my constant guest,
Be kind, and follow me no more;
For Care, by right, should go before."
A JUGGLER long through all the town
Had rais'd his fortune and renown;
You'd think (so far his art transcends)
The devil at his fingers' ends.
Vice heard his fame, she read his bill ;
Convinc'd of his inferior skill,
She sought his booth, and from the crowd
Defy'd the man of art aloud.
“ Is this then he so fam'd for sleight ?
Can this slow bungler cheat your sight?
Dares he with me dispute the prize ?
I leave it to impartial eyes."
Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, “ Tis done; In science I submit to none."
Thus said, the cups and balls he play'd ;
By turns this here, that there, conveyed.
The cards, obedient to his words,
Are by a fillip turn'd to birds.
His little boxes change the grain :
Trick after trick deludes the train.
He shakes his bag, he shows all fair ;
His fingers spread, and othing there;
Then bids it rain with showers of gold;
And now his ivory eggs are told;
But, when from thence the hen he draws,
Amaz'd spectators hum applause.
Vice now stept forth, and took the place, With all the forms of his grimace.
“ This magic looking-glass,” she cries, “ (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes." Each eager eye the sight desir'd, And every man himself admir'd.
“ Next, to a senator addressing, “ See this bank-note; observe the blessing. Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone.” Upon his lips a padlock shown. A second puff the magic broke; The padlock vanish’d, and he spoke.
Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board,
All full, with heady liquor stor’d,
By clean conveyance disappear,
And now two bloody swords are there.
A purse she to a thief expos'd ;
At once his ready fingers clos'd.
He opes his fist, the treasure's fler;
He sees a halter in its stead.
She bids Ambition hold a wand ;
He grasps a hatchet in his hand.
A box of charity she shows. “ Blow here ;” and a church-warden blows. 'Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, And on the table smokes a treat.
She shakes the dice, the board she knock
And from all pockets fills her box.
She next a meagre rake addrest.
“ This picture see; her shape, her breast!
What youth, and what inviting eyes !
Hold her, and have her.” With surpri
His hand expos'd a box of pills,
And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills.
A counter, in a miser's hand,
Grew twenty guineas at command.
She bids his heir the sum retain,
And 'tis a counter now again.
A guinea with her touch you see
Take every shape but Charity;
And not one thing you saw, or drew,
But chang'd from what was first in view.
The Juggler now, in grief of heart,
With this submission own'd her art.
“ Can I such matchless sleight withstand ! How practice hath improv'd your hand! But now and then I cheat the throng; You every day, and all day long."
THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS.
FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,
Unless to one you stint the flame.
The child, whom many fathers share,
Hath seldom known a father's care.
'Tis thus in friendships; who depend
On many, rarely find a friend.
A Hare who, in a civil way,
Comply'd with every thing, like Gay,
Was known by all the bestial train
Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain ;
Her care was never to offend;
And every creature was her friend.
As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn, Behind she hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies. She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death ; She doubles, to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round; Till, fainting in the public way, Half-dead with fear she gasping lay.
What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view!
“ Let me," says she, “ your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend You know my feet betray my flight : To friendship every burthen's light."
The Horse reply'd, “ Poor honest Puss, It grieves my heart to see thee thus: Be comforted, relief is near, For all your friends are in the rear.
She next the stately Bull implor'd;
And thus reply'd the mighty lord :
“ Since every beast alive can tell
That I sincerely wish you well,
without offence, pretend
To take the freedom of a friend.
Love calls me hence; a favourite cow
Expects me near yon barley-mow;
And, when a lady's in the case,
You know, all other things give place.
To leave you thus might seem unkind;
But, see, the Goat is just behind.”