[
THE
NEW
BATH
GUIDE
:
OR
,
MEMOIRS
of
the
B
—
R
—
D
FAMILY
.
]
[
In
a
SERIES
of
POETICAL
EPISTLES
.
]
[
Part
the
First
.
]
Miss
JENNY
W
—
D
—
R
to
Lady
ELIZ.
M
—
D
—
SS
,
at
—
Castle
,
North
.
LETTER
I.
CONTAINING
,
A
View
from
the
Parades
at
BATH
,
with
some
Account
of
the
DRAMATIS
PERSONAE
.
SWEET
are
yon
Hills
,
that
crown
this
fertile
Vale
!
Ye
genial
Springs
!
PIERIAN
Waters
,
hail
!
Hail
,
Woods
and
Lawns
!
Yes
—
oft
I'll
tread
Yon'
Pine-clad
Mountain's
Side
,
Oft
trace
the
gay
enamel'd
Mead
,
Where
AVON
rolls
his
Pride
.
Sure
,
next
to
fair
CASTALIA's
Streams
And
PINDUS
'
flow'ry
Path
,
APOLLO
most
the
Springs
esteems
,
And
verdant
Meads
of
Bath
.
The
Muses
haunt
these
hallow'd
Groves
And
here
their
Vigils
keep
,
Here
teach
fond
Swains
their
hapless
Loves
In
gentle
Strains
to
weep
.
From
Water
sprung
like
Flow'rs
from
Dew
What
Troops
of
Bards
appear
!
The
God
of
Verse
,
and
Physic
too
,
Inspires
them
twice
a
Year
.
Take
then
,
my
Friend
,
the
sprightly
Rhyme
,
While
you
inglorious
waste
your
Prime
,
At
Home
in
cruel
Durance
pent
,
On
dull
domestic
Cares
intent
,
Forbid
,
by
Parent's
harsh
Decree
,
To
share
the
Joys
of
Bath
with
me
.
Ill-judging
Parent
!
blind
to
Merit
,
Thus
to
confine
a
Nymph
of
Spirit
!
With
all
thy
Talents
doom'd
to
fade
And
wither
in
th'
unconscious
Shade
!
I
vow
,
my
Dear
,
it
moves
my
Spleen
,
Such
frequent
Instances
I've
seen
Of
Fathers
,
cruel
and
unkind
,
To
all
paternal
Duty
blind
.
What
Wretches
do
we
meet
with
often
,
Whose
Hearts
no
Tenderness
can
soften
!
Sure
all
good
Authors
should
expose
Such
Parents
,
both
in
Verse
and
Prose
,
And
Nymphs
inspire
with
Resolution
,
Ne'er
to
submit
to
Persecution
.
This
wholesome
Satyr
much
enhances
The
Merit
of
our
best
Romances
;
And
modern
Plays
,
that
I
could
mention
,
With
Judgment
fraught
,
and
rare
Invention
Are
wrote
with
much
the
same
Intention
;
But
,
thank
my
Stars
!
that
worthy
Pair
Who
undertook
a
Guardian's
Care
,
My
Spirit
never
have
confin'd
:
(
An
Instance
of
their
gen'rous
Mind
)
For
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
my
Aunt
,
Herself
propos'd
this
charming
Jaunt
,
All
from
Redundancy
of
Care
For
SIM
,
her
fav'rite
Son
and
Heir
:
To
him
the
joyous
Hours
I
owe
That
Bath's
enchanting
Scenes
bestow
;
Thanks
to
her
Book
of
choice
Receipts
,
That
pamper'd
Him
with
sav'ry
Meats
;
Nor
less
that
Day
deserves
a
Blessing
She
cramm'd
his
Sister
to
Excess
in
:
For
now
she
sends
both
Son
and
Daughter
For
Crudities
to
drink
the
Water
.
And
here
they
are
,
all
Bile
and
Spleen
,
The
strangest
Fish
that
e'er
were
seen
;
With
TABBY
RUNT
,
their
Maid
,
poor
Creature
,
The
queerest
Animal
in
Nature
:
I'm
certain
none
of
HOGARTH's
Sketches
E'er
form'd
a
Set
of
stranger
Wretches
.
I
own
,
my
Dear
,
it
hurts
my
Pride
,
To
see
them
blund'ring
by
my
Side
;
My
Spirits
flag
,
my
Life
and
Fire
Is
mortify'd
au
Desespoir
,
When
SIM
,
unfashionable
Ninny
,
In
Public
calls
me
Cousin
Jenny
;
And
yet
,
to
give
the
Wight
his
Due
,
He
has
some
Share
of
Humour
too
,
A
comic
Vein
of
pedant
Learning
His
Conversation
you'll
discern
in
,
The
oddest
Compound
you
can
see
Of
Shrewdness
and
Simplicity
,
With
nat'ral
Strokes
of
aukward
Wit
,
That
oft
,
like
Parthian
Arrows
hit
,
For
when
He
seems
to
dread
the
Foe
He
always
strikes
the
hardest
Blow
;
And
when
you'd
think
He
means
to
flatter
,
His
Panegyrics
turn
to
Satire
:
But
then
no
Creature
you
can
find
Knows
half
so
little
of
Mankind
,
Seems
always
blund'ring
in
the
dark
,
And
always
making
some
Remark
;
Remarks
,
that
so
provoke
one's
Laughter
,
One
can't
imagine
what
he's
after
:
And
sure
you'll
thank
me
for
exciting
In
SIM
a
wondrous
Itch
for
Writing
;
With
all
his
serious
Grimace
To
give
Descriptions
of
the
Place
.
No
Doubt
his
Mother
will
produce
His
Poetry
for
gen'ral
Use
,
And
if
his
Bluntness
does
not
fright
you
,
His
Observations
must
delight
you
;
For
truly
the
good
Creature's
Mind
Is
honest
,
generous
,
and
kind
:
If
unprovok'd
,
will
ne'er
displease
ye
,
Or
ever
make
one
Soul
uneasy
.
—
I'll
try
to
make
his
Sister
PRUE
Take
a
small
Trip
to
Pindus
too
.
And
me
the
Nine
shall
all
inspire
To
tune
for
Thee
the
warbling
Lyre
;
For
Thee
,
the
Muse
shall
ev'ry
Day
Speed
,
by
the
Post
,
her
rapid
Way
.
For
Thee
,
my
Friend
,
I'll
oft
explore
Deep
Treasures
of
Romantic
Lore
,
Nor
wonder
,
if
I
Gods
create
,
As
all
good
Bards
have
done
of
late
;
'Twill
make
my
Verse
run
smooth
and
even
,
To
call
new
Deities
from
Heaven
:
Come
then
,
thou
Goddess
I
adore
,
But
soft
—
my
Chairman's
at
the
Door
,
The
Ball's
begun
—
my
Friend
,
no
more
.
J
—
W
—
D
—
R.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
II
.
Mr.
B
—
N
—
R
—
D's
Reflections
on
his
Arrival
at
Bath
.
—
The
Case
of
Himself
and
Co.
—
The
Acquaintance
He
commences
,
&c.
&c.
WE
all
are
a
wonderful
Distance
from
Home
!
Two
Hundred
and
Sixty
long
Miles
are
we
come
!
And
sure
you'll
rejoice
,
my
dear
Mother
,
to
hear
We
are
safely
arriv'd
at
the
Sign
of
the
Bear
.
'Tis
a
plaguy
long
Way
!
—
but
I
ne'er
can
repine
,
As
my
Stomach
is
weak
,
and
my
Spirits
decline
:
For
the
People
say
here
,
—
be
whatever
your
Case
,
You
are
sure
to
get
well
,
if
you
come
to
this
Place
.
—
Miss
JENNY
made
Fun
,
as
she
always
is
wont
,
Of
PRUDENCE
my
Sister
,
and
TABITHA
RUNT
,
And
every
Moment
she
heard
me
complain
,
Declar'd
I
was
vapour'd
,
and
laugh'd
at
my
Pain
.
What
,
tho'
at
Devizes
I
fed
pretty
hearty
,
And
made
a
good
Meal
,
like
the
rest
of
the
Party
,
When
I
came
here
to
Bath
,
not
a
Bit
could
I
eat
,
Though
the
Man
at
the
Bear
had
provided
a
Treat
,
And
so
I
went
quite
out
of
Spirits
to
Bed
,
With
Wind
in
my
Stomach
,
and
Noise
in
my
Head
.
As
we
all
came
for
Health
,
(
as
a
Body
may
say
)
I
sent
for
the
Doctor
the
very
next
Day
,
And
the
Doctor
was
pleas'd
,
tho'
so
short
was
the
Warning
,
To
come
to
our
Lodgings
betimes
in
the
Morning
▪
He
look'd
very
thoughtful
and
grave
,
to
be
sure
,
And
I
said
to
myself
,
—
There's
no
Hopes
of
a
Cure
!
But
I
thought
I
should
faint
when
I
saw
him
,
dear
Mother
,
Feel
my
Pulse
with
one
Hand
,
with
a
Watch
in
the
other
,
No
Token
of
Death
that
is
heard
in
the
Night
Could
ever
have
put
me
so
much
in
a
Fright
,
Thinks
I
—
'tis
all
over
—
my
Sentence
is
past
!
And
now
He
is
counting
how
long
I
may
last
.
—
Then
He
look'd
at
—
and
His
Face
grew
so
long
,
I'm
sure
He
thought
something
within
me
was
wrong
.
—
He
determin'd
our
Cases
at
length
(
G-d
preserve
us
)
I'm
Bilious
,
I
find
,
and
the
Women
are
Nervous
;
Their
Systems
relax'd
,
and
all
turn'd
topsy-turvy
,
With
Hypochondriacs
,
Obstructions
,
and
Scurvy
:
And
these
are
Distempers
He
must
know
the
whole
on
,
For
He
talk'd
of
the
Peritoneum
and
Colon
,
Of
Phleghmatic
Humours
oppressing
the
Women
From
soeculent
Matter
that
swells
the
Abdomen
;
But
the
Noise
I
have
heard
in
my
Bowels
like
Thunder
Is
a
Flatus
,
I
find
,
in
my
left
Hypochonder
.
So
Plenty
of
Med'cines
each
Day
does
He
send
Post
singulas
liquidas
Sedes
sumend
'
Ad
Crepitus
Vesper
:
&
Man
:
promovend
'
In
English
to
say
,
we
must
swallow
a
Potion
For
driving
out
Wind
after
every
Motion
;
The
same
to
continue
for
Three
Weeks
at
least
,
Before
we
may
venture
the
Waters
to
taste
.
Five
Times
have
I
purg'd
,
—
yet
I'm
sorry
to
tell
ye
I
find
the
same
Gnawing
and
Wind
in
my
Belly
;
But
,
without
any
Doubt
,
I
shall
find
myself
stronger
,
When
I've
took
the
same
Physic
a
Week
or
two
longer
.
He
gives
little
TABBY
a
great
many
Doses
,
For
he
says
the
poor
Creature
has
got
the
Chlorosis
,
Or
a
ravenous
Pica
,
so
brought
on
the
Vapours
By
swallowing
Stuff
she
has
read
in
the
Papers
,
And
often
I've
marvel'd
she
spent
so
much
Money
In
Water-Dock
Essence
,
and
Balsam
of
Honey
;
Such
Tinctures
,
Elixirs
,
such
Pills
have
I
seen
,
I
never
could
wonder
her
Face
was
so
green
.
Yet
He
thinks
He
can
very
soon
set
Her
to
right
With
Testic
:
Equin
:
that
she
takes
ev'ry
Night
;
And
when
to
her
Spirits
and
Strength
He
has
brought
her
,
He
thinks
she
may
venture
to
bathe
in
the
Water
.
—
But
PRUDENCE
is
forc'd
ev'ry
Day
to
ride
out
,
For
he
says
she
wants
thoroughly
jumbling
about
.
Now
it
happens
in
this
very
House
is
a
Lodger
,
Whose
Name's
NICODEMUS
,
but
some
call
him
ROGER
:
And
ROGER's
so
good
as
my
Sister
to
bump
On
a
Pillion
,
as
soon
as
she
comes
from
the
Pump
;
He's
a
pious
good
Man
,
and
an
excellent
Scholar
,
And
I
think
it
is
certain
no
Harm
can
befall
Her
,
For
ROGER
is
constantly
saying
his
Pray'rs
,
And
singing
of
spiritual
Hymns
on
the
Stairs
.
But
my
Cousin
Miss
JENNY's
as
fresh
as
a
Rose
,
And
the
Captain
attends
Her
wherever
she
goes
:
The
Captain's
a
worthy
good
Sort
of
a
Man
,
For
He
calls
in
upon
us
whenever
He
can
,
And
often
a
Dinner
or
Supper
He
takes
here
,
And
JENNY
and
He
talk
of
MILTON
and
SHAKESPEAR
,
For
the
Life
of
me
now
I
can't
think
of
his
Name
,
But
we
all
got
acquainted
as
soon
as
we
came
.
Don't
wonder
,
dear
Mother
,
in
Verse
I
have
writ
,
For
JENNY
declares
I've
a
good
pretty
Wit
;
She
says
that
she
frequently
sends
a
few
Verses
To
Friends
and
Acquaintance
,
and
often
rehearses
:
Declares
'tis
the
Fashion
,
and
all
the
World
knows
There's
nothing
so
filthy
,
so
vulgar
as
Prose
.
And
I
hope
,
as
I
write
without
any
Connection
,
I
shall
make
a
great
Figure
in
DODSLEY's
Collection
;
At
least
,
when
he
chooses
his
Book
to
encrease
,
I
may
take
a
small
Flight
,
as
a
fugitive
Piece
.
—
But
now
,
my
dear
Mother
,
I'm
quite
at
a
Stand
,
So
I
rest
your
most
dutiful
Son
to
Command
,
SIM
.
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Miss
JENNY
W
—
D
—
R
to
Lady
ELIZ.
M
—
D
—
SS
,
at
—
Castle
,
North
.
LETTER
III
.
CONTAINING
The
Birth
of
FASHION
,
a
Specimen
of
a
Modern
Ode
.
SURE
there
are
Charms
by
Heav'n
assign'd
To
modish
Life
alone
,
A
Grace
,
an
Air
,
a
Taste
refin'd
,
To
vulgar
Souls
unknown
.
Nature
,
my
Friend
,
profuse
in
vain
May
ev'ry
Gift
impart
,
If
unimprov'd
,
they
ne'er
can
gain
An
Empire
o'er
the
Heart
.
Dress
be
our
Care
,
in
this
gay
Scene
Of
Pleasure's
blest
Abode
,
Enchanting
Dress
!
if
well
I
ween
,
Fit
Subject
for
an
Ode
.
Come
then
,
Nymph
of
various
Mien
,
Vot'ry
true
of
Beauty's
Queen
,
Whom
the
young
and
ag'd
adore
,
And
thy
diff'rent
Arts
explore
,
FASHION
,
come
.
—
On
me
a-while
Deign
fantastic
Nymph
to
smile
.
MORIA
The
Goddess
of
FOLLY
.
Thee
,
in
Times
of
Yore
,
To
the
motley
PROTEUS
bore
;
He
,
in
Bishop's
Robes
array'd
,
Went
one
Night
to
Masquerade
,
Where
thy
simple
Mother
stray'd
.
She
was
clad
like
harmless
Quaker
,
And
was
pleas'd
my
Lord
should
take
her
By
the
Waist
,
and
kindly
shake
her
;
And
,
with
Look
demure
,
said
she
,
"
Pray
my
Lord
,
—
do
you
know
me
?
He
with
soothing
flatt'ring
Arts
,
Such
as
win
all
female
Hearts
,
Much
extoll'd
her
Wit
and
Beauty
,
And
declar'd
it
was
his
Duty
,
As
she
was
a
Maid
of
Honour
,
To
confer
his
Blessing
on
her
.
There
mid
Dress
of
various
Hue
,
Crimson
,
yellow
,
green
,
and
blue
,
All
on
Furbelows
and
Laces
,
Slipt
into
her
chaste
Embraces
;
Then
,
like
fainted
Rogue
,
cry'd
He
,
"
Little
Quaker
,
—
you
know
me
.
Fill'd
with
Thee
she
went
to
France
,
Land
renown'd
for
Complaisance
,
Vers'd
in
Science
debonnair
,
Bowing
,
dancing
,
dressing
Hair
;
There
she
chose
her
Habitation
,
Fix'd
thy
Place
of
Education
.
Nymph
,
at
thy
auspicious
Birth
HERE
strew'd
with
Flow'rs
the
Earth
;
Thee
to
welcome
,
all
the
Graces
,
Deck'd
in
Ruffles
,
deck'd
in
Laces
,
With
the
God
of
Love
attended
,
And
the
CYPRIAN
Queen
,
descended
.
Now
you
trip
it
o'er
the
Globe
,
Clad
in
party
colour'd
Robe
,
And
,
with
all
thy
Mother's
Sense
,
Virtues
of
your
Sire
dispense
.
Goddess
,
if
from
Hand
like
mine
Ought
be
worthy
of
thy
Shrine
,
Take
the
flow'ry
Wreath
I
twine
.
Lead
,
oh
!
lead
me
by
the
Hand
,
Guide
me
with
thy
Magic
Wand
;
Whether
thou
in
Lace
and
Ribbons
Choose
the
Form
of
Mrs.
GIBBONS
,
Or
the
Nymph
of
smiling
Look
,
At
Bath
yclept
JANETTA
COOK
.
Bring
,
O
bring
thy
Essence
Pot
,
Amber
,
Musk
,
and
Bergamot
,
Eau
de
Chipre
,
Eau
de
Luce
,
Sans
Parcil
,
and
Citron
Juice
,
Nor
thy
Band-Box
leave
behind
,
Fill'd
with
Stores
of
ev'ry
Kind
;
All
th'
enraptur'd
Bard
supposes
,
Who
to
FANCY
Odes
composes
;
All
that
FANCY's
self
has
seign'd
,
In
a
Band-Box
is
contain'd
:
Painted
Lawns
,
and
chequer'd
Shades
,
Crape
,
that's
worn
by
love-lorn
Maids
,
Water'd
Tabbies
,
flow'r'd
Brocades
;
Vi'lets
,
Pinks
,
Italian
Posies
,
Myrtles
,
Jessamin
and
Roses
,
Aprons
,
Caps
,
and
'
Kerchiefs
clean
,
Straw-built
Hats
,
and
Bonnets
green
,
Catgut
Gauzes
,
Tippets
,
Ruffs
,
Fans
and
Hoods
,
and
feather'd
Muffs
,
Stomachers
,
and
Parisnets
,
Ear-Rings
,
Necklaces
,
Aigrets
,
Fringes
,
Blonds
,
and
Mignionets
.
Fine
Vermillion
for
the
Cheek
,
Velvet
Patches
a
la
Grecque
.
Come
,
but
don't
forget
the
Gloves
Which
,
with
all
the
smiling
Loves
,
VENUS
caught
young
CUPID
picking
From
the
tender
Breast
of
Chicken
;
Little
Chicken
,
worthier
far
Than
the
Birds
of
JUNO's
Car
,
Soft
as
CYTHEREA's
Dove
,
Let
thy
Skin
my
Skin
improve
;
Thou
by
Night
shalt
grace
my
Arm
,
And
by
Day
shalt
teach
to
charm
.
Then
,
O
sweet
Goddess
,
bring
with
Thee
Thy
boon
Attendant
Gaiety
,
Laughter
,
Freedom
,
Mirth
,
and
Ease
,
And
all
the
smiling
Deities
;
Fancy
,
spreading
painted
Sails
,
Loves
that
fan
with
gentle
Gales
.
—
But
hark
—
methinks
I
hear
a
Voice
,
My
Organs
all
at
once
rejoice
;
A
Voice
,
that
says
,
or
seems
to
say
,
"
Sister
,
hasten
,
Sister
gay
,
"
Come
to
the
Pump-Room
,
—
come
away
.
J
—
W
—
D
—
R.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
IV
.
A
Consultation
of
PHYSICIANS
.
DEAR
Mother
,
my
Time
has
been
wretchedly
spent
With
a
Gripe
or
a
Hickup
wherever
I
went
,
My
Stomach
all
swell'd
,
till
I
thought
it
would
burst
,
Sure
never
poor
Mortal
with
Wind
was
so
curst
!
If
ever
I
ate
a
good
Supper
at
Night
,
I
dream'd
of
the
Devil
,
and
wak'd
in
a
Fright
:
And
so
as
I
grew
ev'ry
Day
worse
and
worse
,
The
Doctor
advis'd
me
to
send
for
a
Nurse
;
And
the
Nurse
was
so
willing
my
Health
to
restore
,
She
beg'd
me
to
send
for
a
few
Doctors
more
;
For
when
any
difficult
Work's
to
be
done
,
Many
Heads
can
dispatch
it
much
sooner
than
one
;
And
I
find
there
are
Doctors
enough
at
this
Place
,
If
you
want
to
consult
in
a
dangerous
Case
.
So
they
all
met
together
,
and
thus
began
talking
:
"
Good
Doctor
,
I'm
your's
—
'tis
a
fine
Day
for
walking
—
"
Sad
News
in
the
Papers
—
G-d
knows
who's
to
blame
—
"
The
Colonies
seem
to
be
all
in
a
Flame
—
"
This
Stamp-Act
,
no
doubt
,
might
be
good
for
the
Crown
—
"
But
I
sear
'tis
a
Pill
that
will
never
go
down
—
"
What
can
Portugal
mean
?
—
is
She
going
to
stir
up
"
Convulsions
and
Heats
in
the
Bowels
of
Europe
?
"
'Twill
be
fatal
if
England
relapses
again
"
From
the
ill
Blood
and
Humours
of
Bourbon
and
Spain
.
"
—
Says
I
,
my
good
Doctors
,
I
can't
understand
Why
the
Deuce
ye
take
so
many
Patients
in
Hand
,
Ye've
a
great
deal
of
Practice
,
as
far
as
I
find
;
But
since
ye're
come
hither
,
do
pray
be
so
kind
To
write
me
down
something
that's
good
for
the
Wind
.
No
Doubt
ye
are
all
of
ye
great
Politicians
,
But
at
present
my
Bowels
have
need
of
Physicians
:
Consider
my
Case
in
the
Light
it
deserves
,
And
pity
the
State
of
my
Stomach
and
Nerves
.
—
But
a
tight
little
Doctor
began
a
Dispute
About
Administrations
,
NEW
—
LE
and
B
—
E
,
Talk'd
much
of
Oeconomy
,
much
of
Prosuseness
.
—
Says
another
—
"
This
Case
,
which
at
first
was
a
Looseness
,
"
Is
become
a
Tenesmus
,
and
all
we
can
do
"
Is
to
give
him
a
gentle
Cathartic
or
two
;
"
First
get
off
the
Phlegm
that
adheres
to
the
Plicae
,
"
Then
throw
in
a
Med'cine
that's
pretty
and
spicy
,
—
"
A
Peppermint
Draught
,
—
or
a
—
Come
,
let's
be
gone
,
"
We've
another
bad
Case
to
consider
at
One
.
"
So
thus
they
brush'd
off
,
each
his
Cane
at
his
Nose
,
When
JENNY
came
in
,
who
had
heard
all
their
Prose
:
I'll
teach
them
,
says
she
,
at
their
next
Consultation
,
To
come
and
take
Fees
for
the
Good
of
the
Nation
.
I
could
not
conceive
what
the
Devil
she
mean't
,
But
she
seiz'd
all
the
Stuff
that
the
Doctor
had
sent
,
And
out
of
the
Window
she
flung
it
down
souse
,
As
the
first
Politician
went
out
of
the
House
.
Decoctions
and
Syrups
around
him
all
flew
,
The
Pill
,
Bolus
,
Julep
,
and
Apozem
too
;
His
Wig
had
the
Luck
a
Cathartic
to
meet
,
And
squash
went
the
Gallipot
under
his
Feet
.
She
said
'twas
a
Shame
I
should
swallow
such
Stuff
When
my
Bowels
were
weak
,
and
the
Physic
so
rough
;
Declar'd
she
was
shock'd
that
so
many
should
come
To
be
Doctor'd
to
Death
,
such
a
Distance
from
Home
,
At
a
Place
where
they
tell
you
that
Water
alone
Can
cure
all
Distempers
that
ever
were
known
.
But
what
is
the
pleasantest
Part
of
the
Story
,
She
has
order'd
for
Dinner
a
Piper
and
Dory
;
For
to-Day
Captain
CORMORANT's
coming
to
dine
,
That
worthy
Acquaintance
of
JENNY's
and
mine
.
'Tis
a
Shame
to
the
Army
,
that
Men
of
such
Spirit
Should
never
obtain
the
Reward
of
their
Merit
,
For
the
Captain's
as
gallant
a
Man
,
I'll
be
sworn
,
And
as
honest
a
Fellow
as
ever
was
born
;
After
so
many
Hardships
and
Dangers
incurr'd
,
He
Himself
thinks
He
ought
to
be
better
preferr'd
;
And
ROGER
,
or
what
is
his
Name
,
NICODEMUS
,
Appears
full
as
kind
,
and
as
much
to
esteem
us
;
Our
PRUDENCE
declares
he's
an
excellent
Preacher
,
And
by
Night
and
by
Day
is
so
good
as
to
teach
her
;
His
Doctrine
so
sound
with
such
Spirit
he
gives
,
She
ne'er
can
forget
it
as
long
as
she
lives
.
I
told
you
before
that
He's
often
so
kind
As
to
go
out
a
riding
with
PRUDENCE
behind
,
So
frequently
dines
here
without
any
pressing
,
And
now
to
the
Fish
he
is
giving
his
Blessing
;
And
as
that
is
the
Case
,
tho'
I've
taken
a
Griper
,
I'll
venture
to
peck
at
the
Dory
and
Piper
.
And
now
,
my
dear
Mother
,
&c.
&c.
&c.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
V.
Salutations
of
BATH
,
and
an
Adventure
of
Mr.
B
—
N
—
R
—
D's
in
Consequence
thereof
.
NO
City
,
dear
Mother
,
this
City
excels
For
charming
sweet
Sounds
both
of
Fiddles
and
Bells
;
I
thought
,
like
a
Fool
,
that
they
only
would
ring
For
a
Wedding
,
or
Judge
,
or
the
Birth
of
a
King
;
But
I
found
'twas
for
Me
that
the
good-natur'd
People
Rung
so
hard
that
I
thought
they
would
pull
down
the
Steeple
,
So
I
took
out
my
Purse
,
as
I
hate
to
be
shabby
,
And
paid
all
the
Men
when
they
came
from
the
Abbey
;
Yet
some
think
it
strange
they
should
make
such
a
Riot
In
a
Place
where
sick
Folk
would
be
glad
to
be
quiet
,
But
I
hear
'tis
the
Business
of
this
Corporation
To
welcome
in
all
the
Great
Men
of
the
Nation
,
For
you
know
there
is
nothing
diverts
or
employs
The
Minds
of
Great
People
like
making
a
Noise
:
So
with
Bells
they
contrive
all
as
much
as
they
can
To
tell
the
Arrival
of
any
such
Man
.
If
a
Broker
,
or
Statesman
,
a
Gamester
,
or
Peer
,
A
nat'raliz'd
Jew
or
a
Bishop
comes
here
;
Or
an
eminent
Trader
in
Cheese
should
retire
Just
to
think
of
the
Bus'ness
the
State
may
require
,
With
Horns
and
with
Trumpets
,
with
Fiddles
and
Drums
,
They'll
strive
to
divert
him
as
soon
as
he
comes
.
'Tis
amazing
they
find
such
a
Number
of
Ways
Of
employing
his
Thoughts
all
the
Time
that
he
stays
;
If
by
chance
the
Great
Man
at
his
Lodging
alone
is
,
He
may
view
from
his
Window
the
Colliers
Ponies
On
both
the
Parades
,
where
they
tumble
and
kick
,
To
the
great
Entertainment
of
those
that
are
sick
:
What
a
Number
of
Turnspits
and
Builders
he'll
find
For
relaxing
his
Cares
,
and
unbending
his
Mind
,
While
Notes
of
sweet
Music
contend
with
the
Cries
Of
fine
potted
Laver
,
fresh
Oysters
,
and
Pies
!
And
Music's
a
Thing
I
shall
truly
revere
,
Since
the
City-Musicians
so
tickled
my
Ear
;
For
when
we
arriv'd
here
at
Bath
t'other
Day
,
They
came
to
our
Lodgings
on
Purpose
to
play
:
And
I
thought
it
was
right
,
as
the
Music
was
come
,
To
foot
it
a
little
in
TABITHA's
Room
,
For
Practice
makes
perfect
,
as
often
I've
read
,
And
to
Heels
is
of
Service
as
well
as
the
Head
;
But
the
Lodgers
were
shock'd
such
a
Noise
we
should
make
,
And
the
Ladies
declar'd
that
we
kept
them
awake
;
Lord
RINGBONE
,
who
lay
in
the
Parlour
below
,
On
Account
of
the
Gout
he
had
got
in
his
Toe
,
Began
on
a
sudden
to
curse
and
to
swear
,
I
protest
,
my
dear
Mother
,
'twas
shocking
to
hear
The
Oaths
of
that
reprobate
gouty
old
Peer
:
"
All
the
Devils
in
Hell
sure
at
once
have
concurr'd
"
To
make
such
a
Noise
here
as
never
was
heard
,
"
Some
blundering
Blockhead
,
while
I
am
in
Bed
,
"
Treads
as
hard
as
a
Coach-Horse
just
over
my
Head
;
"
I
cannot
conceive
what
a
Plague
he's
about
,
"
Are
the
Fidlers
come
hither
to
make
all
this
Rout
"
With
their
d-mn'd
squeaking
Catgut
that's
worse
than
the
Gout
?
"
If
the
Aldermen
bad
'em
come
hither
,
I
swear
"
I
wish
they
were
broiling
in
Hell
with
the
May'r
;
"
May
Flames
be
my
Portion
if
ever
I
give
"
Those
Rascals
one
Farthing
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
—
So
while
they
were
playing
their
musical
Airs
,
And
I
was
just
dancing
the
Hay
round
the
Chairs
,
He
roar'd
to
his
Frenchman
to
kick
them
down
Stairs
.
The
Frenchman
came
forth
with
his
outlandish
Lingo
,
Just
the
same
as
a
Monkey
,
and
made
all
the
Men
go
:
I
could
not
make
out
what
he
said
,
not
a
Word
,
And
his
Lordship
declar'd
I
was
very
absurd
.
Says
I
,
"
Master
RINGBONE
,
I've
nothing
to
fear
,
Tho'
you
be
a
Lord
,
and
your
Man
a
Mounseer
,
For
the
May'r
and
the
Aldermen
bad
them
come
here
:
'
—
As
absurd
as
I
am
,
'
I
don't
care
a
Damn
'
For
you
,
nor
your
Valee
de
Sham
:
'
For
a
Lord
,
do
you
see
,
'
Is
nothing
to
me
,
'
Any
more
than
a
Flea
;
'
And
your
Frenchman
so
eager
,
'
With
all
his
Soup
Meagre
,
'
Is
no
more
than
a
Mouse
,
'
Or
a
Bug
,
or
a
Louse
,
'
And
I'll
do
as
I
please
while
I
stay
in
the
House
;
'
For
the
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
Family
all
can
afford
'To
part
with
their
Money
as
free
as
a
Lord
.
—
'
So
I
thank'd
the
Musicians
,
and
gave
them
a
Guinea
,
Tho'
the
Ladies
and
Gentlemen
call'd
me
a
Ninny
;
And
I'll
give
them
another
the
next
Time
they
play
,
For
Men
of
good
Fortune
encourage
,
they
say
,
All
Arts
and
all
Sciences
too
in
their
Way
;
And
the
Men
were
so
kind
as
to
hallow
and
bawl
"
G-d
bless
you
,
Sir
,
thank
you
,
good
Fortune
befall
Yourself
,
and
the
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
Family
all
.
—
Excuse
any
more
,
—
for
I
very
well
know
Both
my
Subject
and
Verse
—
is
exceedingly
low
;
But
if
any
great
Critic
finds
Fault
with
my
Letter
,
He
has
nothing
to
do
but
to
send
you
a
better
.
And
now
,
my
dear
Mother
,
&c.
&c.
&c.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
VI
.
IN
WHICH
Mr.
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
gives
a
Description
of
the
BATHING
.
THIS
Morning
,
dear
Mother
,
as
soon
as
'twas
light
,
I
was
wak'd
by
a
Noise
that
astonish'd
me
quite
,
For
in
TABITHA's
Chamber
I
heard
such
a
Clatter
,
I
could
not
conceive
what
the
Deuce
was
the
Matter
:
And
,
would
you
believe
it
?
I
went
up
and
found
her
In
a
Blanket
,
with
two
lusty
Fellows
around
her
,
Who
both
seem'd
a
going
to
carry
her
off
in
A
little
black
Box
just
the
Size
of
a
Coffin
:
Pray
tell
me
,
says
I
,
what
ye're
doing
of
there
?
"
Why
,
Master
,
'tis
hard
to
be
bilk'd
of
our
Fare
,
"
And
so
we
were
thrusting
her
into
a
Chair
:
"
We
don't
see
no
Reason
for
using
us
so
,
"
For
she
bad
us
come
hither
,
and
now
she
won't
go
;
"
We're
earn'd
all
the
Fare
,
for
we
both
came
and
knock'd
her
"
Up
,
as
soon
as
'twas
light
,
by
Advice
of
the
Doctor
;
"
And
this
is
a
Job
that
we
often
go
a'ter
"
For
Ladies
that
choose
to
go
into
the
Water
.
"
'
But
pray
,
'
says
I
,
'
TABITHA
,
what
is
your
Drift
'To
be
cover'd
in
Flannel
instead
of
a
Shift
?
'
'Tis
all
by
the
Doctor's
Advice
,
I
suppose
,
'
That
Nothing
is
left
to
be
seen
but
your
Nose
:
'
I
think
if
you
really
intend
to
go
in
,
'
'Twould
do
you
more
good
if
you
stript
to
the
Skin
,
'
And
if
you've
a
Mind
for
a
Frolick
,
i'fa'th
'
I'll
just
step
and
see
you
jump
into
the
Bath
.
'
So
they
hoisted
her
down
just
as
safe
and
as
well
And
as
snug
as
a
Hod'mandod
rides
in
his
Shell
:
I
fain
would
have
gone
to
see
TABITHA
dip
,
But
they
turn'd
at
a
Corner
and
gave
me
the
Slip
,
Yet
in
searching
about
I
had
better
Success
,
For
I
got
to
a
Place
where
the
Ladies
undress
;
Thinks
I
to
myself
,
they
are
after
some
Fun
,
And
I'll
see
what
they're
doing
as
sure
as
a
Gun
:
So
I
peep'd
at
the
Door
,
and
I
saw
a
great
Mat
That
cover'd
a
Table
,
and
got
under
that
,
And
laid
myself
down
there
,
as
snug
and
as
still
(
As
a
Body
may
say
)
like
a
Thief
in
a
Mill
:
And
of
all
the
fine
Sights
I
have
seen
,
my
dear
Mother
,
I
never
expect
to
behold
such
another
:
How
the
Ladies
did
giggle
and
set
up
their
Clacks
,
All
the
while
an
old
Woman
was
rubbing
their
Backs
!
Oh
'twas
pretty
to
see
them
all
put
on
their
Flannels
,
And
then
take
the
Water
like
so
many
Spaniels
,
And
tho'
all
the
while
it
grew
hotter
and
hotter
,
They
swam
,
just
as
if
they
were
hunting
an
Otter
;
'Twas
a
glorious
Sight
to
behold
the
Fair
Sex
All
wading
with
Gentlemen
up
to
their
Necks
,
And
view
them
so
prettily
tumble
and
sprawl
In
a
great
smoaking
Kettle
as
big
as
our
Hall
:
And
To-Day
many
Persons
of
Rank
and
Condition
Were
boil'd
by
Command
of
an
able
Physician
,
Dean
SPAVIN
,
Dean
MANGEY
,
and
Doctor
DR'SQUIRT
,
Were
all
sent
from
Cambridge
to
rub
off
their
Dirt
;
Judge
SCRUB
,
and
the
worthy
old
Counsellor
PEST
Join'd
Issue
at
once
,
and
went
in
with
the
rest
:
And
this
they
all
said
was
exceedingly
good
For
strength'ning
the
Spirits
,
and
mending
the
Blood
.
It
pleas'd
me
to
see
how
they
all
were
inclin'd
To
lengthen
their
Lives
for
the
Good
of
Mankind
;
For
I
ne'er
would
believe
that
a
Bishop
or
Judge
Can
fancy
old
SATAN
may
owe
him
a
Grudge
,
Tho'
some
think
the
Lawyer
may
choose
to
Demur
,
And
the
Priest
till
another
Occasion
Defer
,
And
both
to
be
better
prepar'd
for
herea'ter
,
Take
a
Smack
of
the
Brimstone
contain'd
in
the
Water
.
But
,
what
is
surprising
,
no
Mortal
e'er
view'd
Any
one
of
the
Physical
Gentlemen
stew'd
;
Vide
OLD
BATH
GUIDE
.
Since
the
Day
that
King
BLADUD
first
found
out
the
Bogs
;
And
thought
them
so
good
for
himself
and
his
Hogs
,
Not
one
of
the
Faculty
ever
has
try'd
These
excellent
Waters
to
cure
his
own
Hide
:
Tho'
many
a
skilful
and
learned
Physician
,
With
Candour
,
good
Sense
,
and
profound
Erudition
,
Obliges
the
World
with
the
Fruits
of
his
Brain
Their
Nature
and
hidden
Effects
to
explain
:
Thus
CHIRON
advis'd
Madam
THETIS
to
take
And
dip
her
poor
Child
in
the
Stygian
Lake
,
But
the
worthy
old
Doctor
was
not
such
an
Elf
As
ever
to
venture
his
Carcase
himself
:
So
JASON's
good
Wife
us'd
to
set
on
a
Pot
,
And
put
in
at
once
all
the
Patients
she
got
,
But
thought
it
sufficient
to
give
her
Direction
,
Without
being
coddled
to
mend
her
Complexion
:
And
I
never
have
heard
that
she
wrote
any
Treatise
To
tell
what
the
Virtue
of
Water
and
Heat
is
.
You
cannot
conceive
what
a
Number
of
Ladies
Were
wash'd
in
the
Water
the
same
as
our
Maid
is
:
Old
Baron
VANTEAZER
,
a
Man
of
great
Wealth
,
Brought
his
Lady
the
Baroness
here
for
her
Health
;
The
Baroness
bathes
,
and
she
says
that
her
Case
Has
been
hit
to
a
Hair
,
and
is
mending
apace
:
And
this
is
a
Point
all
the
Learned
agree
on
,
The
Baron
has
met
with
the
Fate
of
ACTEON
;
Who
while
he
peep'd
into
the
Bath
had
the
Luck
To
find
himself
suddenly
chang'd
to
a
Buck
.
Miss
SCRATCHIT
went
in
,
and
the
Countess
of
SCALES
,
Both
Ladies
of
very
great
Fashion
in
Wales
;
Then
all
on
a
sudden
two
Persons
of
Worth
,
My
Lady
PANDORA
MAC'SCURVEY
came
forth
,
With
General
SULPHUR
arriv'd
from
the
North
.
So
TABBY
,
you
see
,
had
the
Honour
of
Washing
With
Folk
of
Distinction
and
very
high
Fashion
,
But
in
Spite
of
good
Company
,
poor
little
Soul
,
She
shook
both
her
Ears
like
a
Mouse
in
a
Bowl
.
Ods
Bobs
!
how
delighted
I
was
unawares
With
the
Fiddles
I
heard
in
the
Room
above
Stairs
,
For
Music
is
wholesome
the
Doctors
all
think
For
Ladies
that
bathe
,
and
for
Ladies
that
drink
;
And
that's
the
Opinion
of
ROBIN
our
Driver
,
Who
whistles
his
Nags
while
they
stand
at
the
River
:
They
say
it
is
right
that
for
every
Glass
A
Tune
you
should
take
,
that
the
Water
may
pass
;
So
while
little
TABBY
was
washing
her
Rump
,
The
Ladies
kept
drinking
it
out
of
a
Pump
.
I've
a
deal
more
to
say
,
but
am
loth
to
intrude
On
your
Time
,
my
dear
Mother
,
so
now
I'll
conclude
.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
VII
.
A
Panegyric
on
BATH
,
and
a
MORAVIAN
HYMN
.
OF
all
the
gay
Places
the
World
can
afford
,
By
Gentle
and
Simple
for
Pastime
ador'd
,
Fine
Balls
,
and
fine
Concerts
,
fine
Buildings
,
and
Springs
,
Fine
Walks
,
and
fine
Views
,
and
a
Thousand
fine
Things
,
Not
to
mention
the
sweet
Situation
and
Air
,
What
Place
,
my
dear
Mother
,
with
Bath
can
compare
?
Let
Bristol
for
Commerce
and
Dirt
be
renown'd
,
At
Sal'sbury
Pen-Knives
and
Scissars
be
ground
;
The
Towns
of
Devizes
,
of
Bradford
,
and
Frome
,
May
boast
that
they
better
can
manage
the
Loom
;
I
believe
that
they
may
;
—
but
the
World
to
refine
,
In
Manners
,
in
Dress
,
in
Politeness
to
shine
,
O
Bath
!
—
let
the
Art
,
let
the
Glory
be
thine
.
I'm
sure
I
have
travell'd
our
County
all
o'er
And
ne'er
was
so
civilly
treated
before
:
Would
you
think
,
my
dear
Mother
,
(
without
the
least
Hint
That
we
all
should
be
glad
of
appearing
in
Print
)
The
News-Writers
here
were
so
kind
as
to
give
all
The
World
an
Account
of
our
happy
Arrival
?
—
You
scarce
can
imagine
what
Numbers
I've
met
(
Tho'
to
me
they
are
perfectly
Strangers
as
yet
)
Who
all
with
Address
and
Civility
came
,
And
seem'd
vastly
proud
of
SUBSCRIBING
our
Name
.
Young
TIMOTHY
CANVASS
is
charm'd
with
the
Place
,
Who
,
I
hear
,
is
come
hither
his
Fibres
to
brace
;
Poor
Man
!
at
th'Election
he
,
threw
,
t'other
Day
,
All
his
Victuals
,
and
Liquor
,
and
Money
away
;
And
some
People
think
with
such
Haste
he
began
,
That
soon
he
the
Constable
greatly
outran
,
And
is
qualify'd
now
for
a
Parliament
Man
:
Goes
every
Day
to
the
Coffee-House
,
where
The
Wits
and
the
great
Politicians
repair
;
Harangues
on
the
Funds
and
the
State
of
the
Nation
,
And
plans
a
good
Speech
for
an
Administration
,
In
Hopes
of
a
Place
,
which
he
thinks
he
deserves
,
As
the
Love
of
his
Country
has
ruin'd
his
Nerves
.
—
Our
Neighbour
Sir
EASTERLIN
WIDGEON
has
swore
He
ne'er
will
return
to
his
Bogs
any
more
;
The
Thicksculls
are
settled
;
we've
had
Invitations
With
a
great
many
more
on
the
Score
of
Relations
;
The
Loungers
are
come
too
.
—
Old
STUCCO
has
just
sent
His
Plan
for
a
House
to
be
built
in
the
Crescent
;
'Twill
soon
be
complete
,
and
they
say
all
their
Work
Is
as
strong
as
St.
Paul's
,
or
the
Minster
at
York
.
Don't
you
think
'twould
be
better
to
lease
our
Estate
,
And
buy
a
good
House
here
before
'tis
too
late
?
You
never
can
go
,
my
dear
Mother
,
where
you
So
much
have
to
see
and
so
little
to
do
.
I
write
this
in
Haste
,
for
the
Captain
is
come
,
And
so
kind
as
to
go
with
us
all
to
the
Room
;
But
be
sure
by
the
very
next
Post
you
shall
hear
Of
all
I've
the
Pleasure
of
meeting
with
there
;
For
I
scribble
my
Verse
with
a
great
deal
of
Ease
,
And
can
send
you
a
Letter
whenever
I
please
;
And
while
at
this
Place
I've
the
Honour
to
stay
,
I
think
I
can
never
want
something
to
say
.
But
now
my
dear
Mother
,
&c.
&c.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
POSTSCRIPT
.
I'm
sorry
to
find
at
the
City
of
Bath
,
Many
Folk
,
are
uneasy
concerning
their
Faith
:
NICODEMUS
the
Preacher
strives
all
he
can
do
To
quiet
the
Conscience
of
good
Sister
PRUE
;
But
TABBY
from
Scruples
of
Mind
is
releas'd
,
Since
she
met
with
a
learned
MORAVIAN
Priest
,
Who
says
,
There
is
neither
Transgression
nor
Sin
;
A
Doctrine
that
brings
many
Customers
in
.
She
thinks
this
the
prettiest
Ode
upon
Earth
Which
he
made
on
his
Infant
that
dy'd
in
the
Birth
.
ODE
.
The
learned
MORAVIAN
has
pirated
this
Ode
from
Count
ZINZENDORF's
Book
of
Hymns
.
Vid.
H.
33.
Chicken
blessed
And
caressed
,
Little
Bee
on
JESU'S
Breast
!
From
the
Hurry
And
the
Flurry
Of
the
Earth
thou'rt
now
at
Rest
.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
I
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
VIII
.
Mr.
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
goes
to
the
Rooms
.
—
His
Opinion
of
Gaming
.
FROM
the
earliest
Ages
,
dear
Mother
,
till
now
,
All
Statesmen
and
great
Politicians
allow
That
nothing
advances
the
Good
of
a
Nation
,
Like
giving
all
Money
a
free
Circulation
:
This
Question
from
Members
of
Parliament
draws
Many
Speeches
that
meet
universal
Applause
;
And
if
ever
,
dear
Mother
,
I
live
to
be
one
,
I'll
speak
on
this
Subject
as
sure
as
a
Gun
:
For
Bath
will
I
speak
,
and
I'll
make
an
Oration
Shall
obtain
me
the
Freedom
of
this
Corporation
;
I
have
no
Kind
of
Doubt
but
the
Speaker
will
beg
All
the
Members
to
Hear
when
I
set
out
my
Leg
.
"
Circulation
of
Cash
—
Circulation
decay'd
—
"
Is
at
once
the
Destruction
and
Ruin
of
Trade
;
—
"
Circulation
—
I
say
—
Circulation
it
is
,
"
Gives
Life
to
Commercial
Countries
like
this
:
What
Thanks
to
the
City
of
Bath
then
are
due
From
all
who
this
Patriot
Maxim
pursue
,
For
in
no
Place
whatever
that
National
Good
Is
practis'd
so
well
,
and
so
well
understood
!
What
infinite
Merit
and
Praise
does
she
claim
in
Her
Ways
and
her
Means
for
promoting
of
Gaming
;
And
Gaming
,
no
doubt
,
is
of
infinite
use
That
same
Circulation
of
Cash
to
produce
;
What
true
public-spirited
People
are
here
Who
for
that
very
Purpose
come
every
Year
!
All
Eminent
Men
who
no
Trade
ever
knew
But
Gaming
,
the
only
good
Trade
,
to
pursue
;
All
other
Professions
are
subject
to
fail
,
But
Gaming's
a
Bus'ness
will
ever
prevail
;
Besides
'tis
the
only
good
Way
to
commence
An
Acquaintance
with
all
Men
of
Spirit
and
Sense
;
We
may
grub
on
without
it
thro'
Life
,
I
suppose
,
But
then
'tis
with
People
—
that
Nobody
knows
.
We
ne'er
can
expect
to
be
rich
,
wise
,
or
great
,
Or
look'd
upon
fit
for
Employments
of
State
:
'Tis
your
Men
of
fine
Heads
,
and
of
nice
Calculations
That
afford
so
much
Service
to
Administrations
,
Who
by
frequent
Experience
know
how
to
devize
The
speediest
Methods
of
raising
Supplies
.
'Tis
such
Men
as
these
,
Men
of
Honour
and
Worth
,
That
challenge
Respect
from
all
Persons
of
Birth
,
And
is
it
not
right
they
should
all
be
carest
When
they're
all
so
polite
and
so
very
well
drest
;
When
they
circulate
freely
the
Money
they've
won
,
And
wear
a
lac'd
Coat
,
tho'
their
Fathers
wore
none
?
Our
Trade
is
encourag'd
as
much
,
if
not
more
,
By
the
tender
soft
Sex
I
shall
ever
adore
;
But
their
Husbands
those
Brutes
have
been
known
to
complain
,
And
swear
they
will
never
set
Foot
here
again
.
—
Ye
Wretches
ingrate
!
to
find
Fault
with
your
Wives
,
The
Comfort
,
the
Solace
,
and
Joy
of
your
Lives
!
Don't
SOLOMON
speak
of
such
Women
with
Rapture
In
Verse
his
Eleventh
and
thirty-first
Chapter
?
He
says
,
"
If
you
find
out
a
virtuous
Wife
,
"
She
will
do
a
Man
good
all
the
Days
of
her
Life
;
"
She
deals
like
a
Merchant
,
she
sitteth
up
late
.
"
And
you'll
find
it
is
written
in
Verse
Twenty-Eight
,
"
Her
Husband
is
sure
to
be
known
at
the
Gate
:
"
He
never
hath
Need
or
Occasion
for
Spoil
"
When
his
Wife
is
much
better
employ'd
all
the
while
;
"
She
seeketh
fine
Wool
and
fine
Linen
she
buys
,
"
And
is
clothed
in
Purple
and
Scarlet
likewise
.
—
"
Now
pray
don't
your
Wives
do
the
very
same
thing
,
And
follow
th'
Advice
of
this
worthy
old
King
?
Do
they
spare
for
Expences
themselves
in
adorning
?
Don't
they
go
about
buying
fine
Things
all
the
Morning
?
And
at
Cards
all
the
Night
take
the
Trouble
to
play
,
To
get
back
the
Money
they
spent
in
the
Day
?
And
sure
there's
no
Sort
of
Occasion
to
shew
,
Ye
are
known
at
the
Gate
,
or
wherever
ye
go
.
Pray
are
not
your
Ladies
at
Bath
better
plac'd
Than
the
Wife
of
a
King
who
herself
so
disgrac'd
,
And
at
Ithaca
liv'd
in
such
very
bad
Taste
?
Poor
Soul
!
while
her
husband
thought
proper
to
leave
her
,
She
slav'd
all
the
Day
like
a
Spitalfields
Weaver
,
And
then
,
like
a
Fool
,
when
her
Web
was
half
spun
,
Pull'd
to-pieces
at
Night
all
the
Work
she
had
done
:
But
these
to
their
Husbands
more
Profit
can
yield
,
And
are
much
like
a
Lilly
that
grows
in
the
Field
;
They
toil
not
indeed
,
nor
indeed
do
they
spin
,
Yet
they
never
are
idle
when
once
they
begin
,
But
are
very
intent
on
encreasing
their
Store
,
And
always
keep
shuffling
and
cutting
for
more
:
Industrious
Creatures
!
that
make
it
a
Rule
To
secure
half
the
Fish
while
they
manage
the
Pool
:
So
they
win
to
be
sure
;
yet
I
very
much
wonder
Why
they
put
so
much
Money
the
Candlestick
under
,
For
up
comes
a
Man
on
a
sudden
,
Slapdash
,
Snuffs
the
Candles
,
and
carries
away
all
the
Cash
:
And
as
Nobody
troubles
their
Heads
any
more
,
I'm
in
very
great
Hopes
that
it
goes
to
the
Poor
.
—
Methinks
I
should
like
to
excel
in
a
Trade
,
By
which
such
a
Number
their
Fortunes
have
made
.
I've
heard
of
a
wise
philosophical
Jew
That
shuffles
the
Cards
in
a
Manner
that's
new
,
One
JONAS
,
I
think
:
—
And
cou'd
wish
for
the
future
To
have
that
illustrious
Sage
for
my
Tutor
;
And
the
Captain
,
whose
Kindness
I
ne'er
can
forget
,
Will
teach
me
a
Game
that
he
calls
Lansquenet
;
So
I
soon
shall
acquaint
you
what
Money
I've
won
;
In
the
mean
Time
I
rest
,
Your
most
dutiful
Son
,
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
The
End
of
the
First
Part
.
THE
NEW
BATH
GUIDE
.
PART
the
SECOND
.
Miss
JENNY
W
—
D
—
R
,
to
Lady
ELIZ.
M
—
D
—
SS
,
at
—
Castle
,
North
.
LETTER
IX
.
A
JOURNAL
.
TO
humbler
Strains
,
ye
Nine
,
descend
,
And
greet
my
poor
sequester'd
Friend
.
Not
Odes
with
rapid
Eagle
flight
,
That
soar
above
all
human
Sight
;
Not
Fancy's
fair
and
fertile
Field
,
To
all
the
same
Delight
can
yield
.
But
come
CALLIOPE
and
say
How
Pleasure
wastes
the
various
Day
:
Whether
thou
art
wont
to
rove
By
Parade
,
or
Orange
Grove
,
Or
to
breathe
a
purer
Air
In
the
Circus
or
the
Square
;
Wheresoever
be
thy
Path
,
Tell
,
O
tell
the
Joys
of
Bath
.
Ev'ry
Morning
,
ev'ry
Night
,
Gayest
Scenes
of
fresh
Delight
:
When
AURORA
sheds
her
Beams
,
Wak'd
from
soft
Elysian
Dreams
,
Music
calls
me
to
the
Spring
Which
can
Health
and
Spirits
bring
;
There
HYGEIA
,
Goddess
,
pours
Blessings
from
her
various
Stores
,
Let
me
to
her
Altars
haste
,
Tho'
I
ne'er
the
Waters
taste
,
Near
the
Pump
to
take
my
Stand
,
With
a
Nosegay
in
my
Hand
,
And
to
hear
the
Captain
say
,
"
How
d'ye
do
dear
Miss
to-day
?
"
The
Captain
!
—
Now
you'll
say
my
Dear
,
Methinks
I
long
his
Name
to
hear
,
—
Why
then
—
but
don't
you
tell
my
Aunt
The
Captain's
Name
is
—
CORMORANT
:
But
hereafter
,
you
must
know
,
I
shall
call
him
ROMEO
,
And
your
Friend
,
dear
Lady
BET
,
JENNY
no
more
but
JULIET
.
O
ye
Guardian
Spirits
fair
,
All
who
make
true
Love
your
Care
,
May
I
oft
my
ROMEO
meet
,
Oft
enjoy
his
Converse
sweet
;
I
alone
his
Thoughts
employ
Thro'
each
various
Scene
of
Joy
.
Lo
!
where
all
the
jocund
Throng
From
the
Pump-Room
hastes
along
,
To
the
Breakfast
all
invited
By
Sir
TOBY
,
lately
knighted
.
See
with
Joy
my
ROMEO
comes
;
He
conducts
me
to
the
Rooms
;
There
he
whispers
,
not
unseen
,
Tender
Tales
behind
the
Screen
;
While
his
Eyes
are
fix'd
on
mine
,
See
each
Nymph
with
Envy
pine
,
And
with
Looks
of
forc'd
Disdain
Smile
Contempt
,
but
sigh
in
vain
.
O
the
charming
Parties
made
!
Some
to
walk
the
South
Parade
,
Some
to
LINCOMB's
shady
Groves
,
Or
to
SIMPSON's
proud
Alcoves
;
Some
for
Chapel
trip
away
,
Then
take
Places
for
the
Play
:
Or
we
walk
about
in
Pattins
,
Buying
Gauzes
,
cheap'ning
Sattins
,
Or
to
PAINTER's
we
repair
,
Meet
Sir
PEREGRINE
HATCHET
there
,
Pleas'd
the
Artist's
Skill
to
trace
In
his
dear
Miss
GORGON's
Face
:
Happy
Pair
!
who
fix'd
as
Fate
For
the
sweet
connubial
State
,
Smile
in
Canvass
Tete
a
Tete
.
If
the
Weather
,
cold
and
chill
,
Calls
us
all
to
Mr.
GILL
,
ROMEO
hands
to
me
the
Jelly
,
Or
the
Soup
of
Vermicelli
;
If
at
TOYSHOP
I
step
in
,
He
presents
a
Diamond
Pin
,
Sweetest
Token
I
can
wear
,
Which
at
once
may
grace
my
Hair
;
And
in
Witness
of
my
Flame
,
Teach
the
Glass
to
bear
his
Name
:
See
him
turn
each
Trinket
over
,
If
for
me
he
can
discover
Ought
his
Passion
to
reveal
,
Emblematic
Ring
or
Seal
;
CUPID
whetting
pointed
Darts
,
For
a
Pair
of
tender
Hearts
;
HYMEN
lighting
sacred
Fires
,
Types
of
chaste
and
fond
Desires
:
Thus
enjoy
we
ev'ry
Blessing
,
Till
the
Toilet
calls
to
Dressing
;
Where's
my
Garnet
,
Cap
and
Sprig
?
Send
for
SINGE
to
dress
my
Wig
:
Bring
my
silver'd
Mazarine
,
Sweetest
Gown
that
e'er
was
seen
:
TABITHA
,
put
on
my
Ruff
;
Where's
my
dear
delightful
Muff
?
Muff
,
my
faithful
ROMEO's
Present
;
Tippet
too
from
Tail
of
Pheasant
!
Muff
from
downy
Breast
of
Swan
,
O
the
dear
enchanting
Man
!
Muff
,
that
makes
me
think
how
JOVE
Flew
to
LEDA
from
above
.
—
Muff
that
—
TABBY
,
see
who
rapt
then
?
"
Madam
,
Madam
,
'tis
the
Captain
!
Sure
his
Voice
I
hear
below
,
'Tis
,
it
is
my
ROMEO
;
Shape
and
Gate
,
and
careless
Air
,
Diamond
Ring
,
and
Solitair
,
Birth
and
Fashion
all
declare
.
How
his
Eyes
that
gently
roll
Speak
the
Language
of
his
Soul
;
See
the
Dimple
on
his
Cheek
,
See
him
smile
and
sweetly
speak
,
"
Lovely
Nymph
,
at
your
Command
"
I
have
something
in
my
Hand
,
"
Which
I
hope
you'll
not
refuse
,
"
'Twill
us
both
at
Night
amuse
:
"
What
tho'
Lady
WHISKER
crave
it
,
"
And
Miss
BADGER
longs
to
have
it
,
"
'Tis
,
by
Jupiter
I
swear
,
"
'Tis
for
you
alone
,
my
Dear
:
"
See
this
Ticket
,
gentle
Maid
,
"
At
your
Feet
an
Off'ring
laid
,
"
Thee
the
Loves
and
Graces
call
"
To
a
little
private
Ball
:
"
And
to
Play
I
bid
adieu
,
"
Hazard
,
Lansquenet
and
Loo
,
"
Fairest
Nymph
to
dance
with
you
.
—
—
I
with
Joy
accept
his
Ticket
,
And
upon
my
Bosom
stick
it
:
Well
I
know
how
ROMEO
dances
,
With
what
Air
he
first
advances
,
With
what
Grace
his
Gloves
he
draws
on
,
Claps
,
and
calls
up
Nancy
Dawson
;
Me
thro'
ev'ry
Dance
conducting
,
And
the
Music
oft
instructing
;
See
him
tap
the
Time
to
shew
,
With
his
light
fantastic
Toe
;
Skill'd
in
ev'ry
Art
to
please
,
From
the
Fan
to
waft
the
Breeze
,
Or
his
Bottle
to
produce
Fill'd
with
pungent
Eau
de
Luce
.
—
Wonder
not
,
my
Friend
,
I
go
To
the
Ball
with
ROMEO
.
Such
Delights
if
thou
canst
give
Bath
,
at
thee
I
choose
to
live
.
J
—
W
—
D
—
R.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
X.
TASTE
and
SPIRIT
.
—
Mr.
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
commences
BEAU
GARÇON
.
SO
lively
,
so
gay
,
my
dear
Mother
,
I'm
grown
,
I
long
to
do
something
to
make
myself
known
;
For
Persons
of
Taste
and
true
Spirit
,
I
find
,
Are
fond
of
attracting
the
Eyes
of
Mankind
:
What
Numbers
one
sees
,
who
for
that
very
Reason
Come
to
make
such
a
Figure
at
Bath
ev'ry
Season
!
'Tis
This
that
provokes
Mrs.
SHENKIN
AP-LEEK
To
dine
at
the
Ord'nary
twice
in
a
Week
,
Tho'
at
Home
she
might
eat
a
good
Dinner
in
Comfort
,
Nor
pay
such
a
cursed
extravagant
Sum
for't
:
But
then
her
Acquaintance
would
never
have
known
Mrs.
SHENKIN
AP-LEEK
had
acquir'd
a
Bon
Ton
;
Ne'er
shewn
how
in
Taste
the
AP-LEEKS
can
excel
The
Dutchess
of
TRUFFLES
,
and
Lady
MORELL
;
Had
ne'er
been
ador'd
by
Sir
PYE
MACARONI
,
And
Count
VERMICELLI
,
his
intimate
Crony
;
Both
Men
of
such
Taste
,
their
Opinions
are
taken
From
an
Ortolan
down
to
a
Rusher
of
Bacon
.
What
makes
KITTY
SPICER
,
and
little
Miss
SAGO
To
Auctions
and
Milliners
Shops
ev'ry
Day
go
;
What
makes
them
to
vie
with
each
other
and
quarrel
Which
spends
the
most
Money
for
splendid
Apparel
?
Why
Spirit
—
to
shew
they
have
much
better
Sense
Than
their
Fathers
,
who
rais'd
it
by
Shillings
and
Pence
.
What
sends
PETER
TEWKSBURY
every
Night
To
the
Play
with
such
infinite
Joy
and
Delight
?
Why
PETER's
a
Critic
,
with
true
Attic
Salt
,
Can
damn
the
Performers
,
can
hiss
,
and
find
fault
,
And
tell
when
we
ought
to
express
Approbation
,
By
thumping
,
and
clapping
,
and
Vociferation
;
So
he
gains
our
Attention
,
and
all
must
admire
Young
TEWKSBURY's
Judgment
,
his
Spirit
and
Fire
.
But
JACK
DILETTANTE
despises
the
Play'rs
,
To
Concerts
and
musical
Parties
repairs
,
With
Benefit-Tickets
his
Pockets
he
fills
,
Like
a
Mountebank
Doctor
distributes
his
Bills
;
And
thus
his
Importance
and
Interest
shews
,
By
conserring
his
Favours
wherever
He
goes
:
He's
extremely
polite
both
to
me
and
my
Couzen
,
For
he
often
desires
us
to
take
off
a
Dozen
:
He
has
Taste
,
without
doubt
,
and
a
delicate
Ear
,
No
vile
Oratorios
ever
could
bear
;
But
talks
of
the
Op'ras
and
his
Signiora
,
Cries
Bravo
,
Benissimo
,
Bravo
,
Encora
!
And
oft
is
so
kind
as
to
thrust
in
a
Note
While
old
Lady
CUCKOW
is
straining
her
Throat
,
Or
little
Miss
WREN
,
who's
an
excellent
Singer
,
Then
he
points
to
the
Notes
,
with
a
Ring
on
his
Finger
,
And
shews
Her
the
Crotchet
,
the
Quaver
,
and
Bar
,
All
the
Time
that
she
warbles
,
and
plays
the
Guitar
:
Yet
I
think
,
tho'
she's
at
it
from
Morning
till
Noon
,
Her
queer
little
Thingumbob's
never
in
Tune
.
Thank
Heaven
of
late
,
my
dear
Mother
,
my
Face
is
Not
a
little
regarded
at
all
public
Places
;
For
I
ride
in
a
Chair
with
my
Hands
in
a
Muff
,
And
have
bought
a
Silk
Coat
and
embroidered
the
Cuff
;
But
the
Weather
was
cold
,
and
the
Coat
it
was
thin
,
So
the
Taylor
advis'd
me
to
line
it
with
Skin
:
But
what
with
my
Nivernois
'
Hat
can
compare
,
Bag-Wig
,
and
lac'd
Ruffles
,
and
black
Solitair
?
And
what
can
a
Man
of
true
Fashion
denote
,
Like
an
Ell
of
good
Ribbon
ty'd
under
the
Throat
?
My
Buckles
and
Box
are
in
exquisite
Taste
;
The
one
is
of
Paper
,
the
other
of
Paste
;
And
sure
no
Camayeu
was
ever
yet
seen
,
Like
that
which
I
purchas'd
at
WICKSTED's
Machine
:
My
Stockings
of
Silk
,
are
just
come
from
the
Hosier
,
For
To-night
I'm
to
dance
with
the
charming
Miss
TOZIER
:
So
I'd
have
them
to
know
when
I
go
to
the
Ball
,
I
shall
shew
as
much
Taste
as
the
best
of
them
all
:
For
a
Man
of
great
Fashion
was
heard
to
declare
He
never
beheld
so
engaging
an
Air
,
And
swears
all
the
World
must
my
Judgment
confess
,
My
Solidity
,
Sense
,
Understanding
in
Dress
,
My
Manners
so
form'd
,
and
my
Wig
so
well
curl'd
,
I
look
like
a
Man
of
the
very
first
World
:
But
my
Person
and
Figure
you'll
best
understand
From
the
Picture
I've
sent
,
by
an
eminent
Hand
:
Shew
it
young
Lady
BETTY
,
by
Way
of
Endearance
,
And
to
give
her
a
Spice
of
my
Mien
and
Appearance
:
Excuse
any
more
,
I'm
in
Haste
to
depart
,
For
a
Dance
is
the
Thing
that
I
love
at
my
Heart
,
So
now
my
dear
Mother
,
&c.
&c.
&c.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
XI
.
A
Description
of
the
BALL
,
with
an
Episode
on
BEAU
NASH
.
WHAT
Joy
at
the
Ball
,
what
Delight
have
I
found
,
By
all
the
bright
Circle
encompass'd
around
!
Each
Moment
with
Transport
my
Bosom
felt
warm
,
For
what
,
my
dear
Mother
,
like
Beauty
can
charm
?
The
Remembrance
alone
,
while
their
Praise
I
rehearse
,
Gives
Life
to
my
Numbers
,
and
Strength
to
my
Verse
:
Then
allow
for
the
Rapture
the
Muses
inspire
,
Such
Themes
call
aloud
for
Poetical
Fire
.
I've
read
how
the
Goddesses
meet
all
above
,
And
throng
the
immortal
Assemblies
of
JOVE
,
When
join'd
with
the
Graces
fair
VENUS
appears
,
Ambrosial
sweet
Odours
perfume
all
the
Spheres
;
But
the
Goddess
of
Love
,
and
the
Graces
and
all
,
Must
yield
to
the
Beauties
I've
seen
at
the
Ball
;
For
JOVE
never
felt
such
a
Joy
at
his
Heart
,
Such
a
Heat
as
these
charming
sweet
Creatures
impart
.
In
short
—
there
is
something
in
very
fine
Women
,
When
they
meet
all
together
—
that's
quite
overcoming
.
Then
say
,
O
ye
Nymphs
that
inhabit
the
Shades
Of
Pindus
'
sweet
Banks
,
Heliconian
Maids
,
Celestial
Muses
,
ye
Powers
divine
,
O
say
,
for
your
Memory's
better
than
mine
,
What
Troops
of
fair
Virgins
assembled
around
,
What
Squadrons
of
Heroes
for
Dancing
renown'd
,
Were
rouz'd
by
the
Fiddle's
harmonious
Sound
;
What
Goddess
shall
first
be
the
Theme
of
my
Song
,
Whose
Name
the
clear
AVON
may
murmur
along
,
And
Echo
repeat
all
the
Vallies
among
!
Lady
TETTATON's
Sister
,
Miss
FUBBY
FATARMIN
,
Was
the
first
that
presented
her
Person
so
charming
,
Than
whom
more
engaging
,
more
beautiful
none
,
A
Goddess
herself
among
Goddesses
shone
,
Excepting
the
lovely
Miss
TOWZER
alone
.
'Tis
she
that
has
long
been
the
Toast
of
the
Town
,
Tho'
all
the
World
knows
her
Complexion
is
brown
:
If
some
People
think
that
her
Mouth
be
too
wide
,
Miss
TOWZER
has
numberless
Beauties
beside
;
A
Countenance
noble
,
with
sweet
pouting
Lips
,
And
a
delicate
Shape
,
from
her
Waist
to
her
Hips
;
Besides
a
prodigious
rough
black
Head
of
Hair
That
is
frizzled
and
curl'd
o'er
her
Neck
that
is
bare
;
I've
seen
the
sweet
Creature
but
once
,
I
confess
,
But
her
Air
,
and
her
Manner
,
and
pleasing
Address
,
All
made
me
feel
something
I
ne'er
can
express
.
But
lo
!
on
a
sudden
what
Multitudes
pour
From
Cambrian
Mountains
,
from
Indian
Shore
;
Bright
Maidens
,
bright
Widows
,
and
fortunate
Swains
,
Who
cultivate
LIFFY's
sweet
Borders
and
Plains
,
And
they
who
their
Flocks
in
fair
ALBION
feed
,
Rich
Flocks
and
rich
Herds
,
(
so
the
Gods
have
decreed
)
Since
they
quitted
the
pleasanter
Banks
of
the
Tweed
.
Yet
here
no
Confusion
,
no
Tumult
is
known
,
Fair
Order
and
Beauty
establish
their
Throne
;
For
Order
and
Beauty
,
and
just
Regulation
,
Support
all
the
Works
of
this
ample
Creation
.
For
This
,
in
Compassion
to
Mortals
below
,
The
Gods
,
their
peculiar
Favour
to
shew
,
Sent
HERMES
to
Bath
in
the
Shape
of
a
BEAU
:
That
Grandson
of
ATLAS
came
down
from
above
To
bless
all
the
Regions
of
Pleasure
and
Love
;
To
lead
the
fair
Nymph
thro'
the
various
Maze
,
Bright
Beauty
to
marshal
,
his
Glory
and
Praise
;
To
govern
,
improve
,
and
adorn
the
gay
Scene
,
By
the
Graces
instructed
,
and
Cyprian
Queen
:
As
when
in
a
Garden
delightful
and
gay
,
Where
FLORA
is
wont
all
her
Charms
to
display
,
The
sweet
Hyacinthus
with
Pleasure
we
view
Contend
with
Narcissus
in
delicate
Hue
,
The
Gard'ner
industrious
trims
out
his
Border
,
Puts
each
odoriferous
Plant
in
it's
Order
;
The
Myrtle
he
ranges
,
the
Rose
and
the
Lilly
,
With
Iris
and
Crocus
,
and
Daffa-down-dilly
;
Sweet
Peas
and
sweet
Oranges
all
He
disposes
At
once
to
regale
both
your
Eyes
and
your
Noses
,
Long
reign'd
the
great
NASH
,
this
omnipotent
Lord
,
Respected
by
Youth
,
and
by
Parents
ador'd
;
For
him
not
enough
at
a
Ball
to
preside
,
Th'
unwary
and
beautiful
Nymph
would
he
guide
;
Oft
tell
her
a
Tale
,
how
the
credulous
Maid
By
Man
,
by
perfidious
Man
is
betray'd
;
Taught
Charity's
Hand
to
relieve
the
distrest
,
With
tender
Compassion
his
Tears
have
exprest
:
But
alas
!
He
is
gone
,
and
the
City
can
tell
How
in
Years
and
in
Glory
lamented
he
sell
;
Him
mourn'd
all
the
Dryads
on
CLAVERTON's
Mount
;
Him
AVON
deplor'd
,
Him
the
Nymph
of
the
Fount
,
The
Crystalline
Streams
.
Then
perish
his
Picture
,
his
Statue
decay
,
A
Tribute
more
lasting
the
Muses
shall
pay
.
If
true
what
Philosophers
all
will
assure
us
,
Who
dissent
from
the
Doctrine
of
great
EPICURUS
,
That
the
Spirit's
immortal
:
as
Poets
allow
,
If
Life's
Occupations
are
follow'd
below
:
In
Reward
of
his
Labours
,
his
Virtue
and
Pains
,
He
is
footing
it
now
in
th'
Elysian
Plains
,
Indulg'd
,
as
a
Token
of
PROSERPINE's
Favour
,
To
preside
at
her
Balls
in
a
cream-colour'd
Beaver
:
Then
Peace
to
his
Ashes
—
Our
Grief
be
supprest
,
Since
we
find
such
a
Phoenix
has
sprung
from
his
Nest
;
Kind
Heaven
has
sent
us
another
Professor
,
Who
follows
the
Steps
of
his
great
Predecessor
.
But
hark
,
now
they
strike
the
melodious
String
,
The
vaulted
Roof
echoes
,
the
Mansions
all
ring
;
At
the
Sound
of
the
Hautboy
,
the
Bass
and
the
Fiddle
,
Sir
BOREAS
BLUBBER
steps
forth
in
the
Middle
,
Like
a
Holy-Hock
,
noble
,
majestic
,
and
tall
,
Sir
BOREAS
BLUBBER
first
opens
the
Ball
:
Sir
BOREAS
,
great
in
the
Minuet
known
,
Since
the
Day
that
for
Dancing
his
Talents
were
shewn
,
Where
the
Science
is
practis'd
by
Gentlemen
grown
.
For
in
every
Science
,
in
ev'ry
Profession
,
We
make
the
best
Progress
at
Years
of
Discretion
.
How
he
puts
on
his
Hat
with
a
Smile
on
his
Face
,
And
delivers
his
Hand
with
an
exquisite
Grace
;
How
genteelly
he
offers
Miss
CARROT
before
us
,
Miss
CARROT
EITZ-OOZER
,
a
Niece
of
Lord
PORUS
;
How
nimbly
he
paces
,
how
active
and
light
!
One
never
can
judge
of
a
Man
at
first
Sight
;
But
as
near
as
I
guess
from
the
Size
of
his
Calf
,
He
may
weigh
about
twenty-three
Stone
and
a
Half
.
Now
why
should
I
mention
a
Hundred
or
more
,
Who
went
the
same
Circle
as
others
before
,
To
a
Tune
that
they
play'd
us
a
hundred
Times
o'er
?
See
little
BOB
JEROM
,
old
CHRYSOSTOM's
Son
,
With
a
Chitterlin
Shirt
,
and
a
Buckle
of
Stone
:
What
a
cropt
Head
of
Hair
the
young
Parson
has
on
!
Emerg'd
from
his
Grizzle
,
th'unfortunate
Sprig
Seems
as
if
he
was
hunting
all
Night
for
his
Wig
;
Not
perfectly
pleas'd
with
the
Coat
on
his
Back
,
Tho'
the
Coat's
a
good
Coat
,
but
alas
it
is
black
;
With
envious
Eyes
he
is
doom'd
to
behold
,
The
Captain's
red
Suit
that's
embroider'd
with
Gold
!
How
seldom
Mankind
is
content
with
their
Lot
!
BOB
JEROM
two
very
good
Livings
has
got
;
Yet
still
he
accuses
his
Parents
deceas'd
,
For
making
a
Man
of
such
Spirit
a
Priest
.
Not
so
Master
MARMOZET
,
sweet
little
Boy
,
Mrs.
DANGLECUB's
Hopes
,
her
Delight
and
her
Joy
;
His
pidgeon-wing'd
Head
was
not
drest
quite
so
soon
,
For
it
took
up
a
Barber
the
whole
Afternoon
;
His
Jacket's
well
lac'd
,
and
the
Ladies
protest
Master
MARMOZET
dances
as
well
as
the
best
:
Yet
some
think
the
Boy
would
be
better
at
School
,
But
I
hear
Mrs
DANGLECUB's
not
such
a
Fool
To
send
a
poor
Thing
with
a
Spirit
so
meek
,
To
be
flog'd
by
a
Tyrant
for
Latin
and
Greek
;
She
wonders
that
Parents
to
Eton
should
send
Five
Hundred
great
Boobies
their
Manners
to
mend
:
She
says
that
her
Son
will
his
Fortune
advance
,
By
learning
so
early
to
fiddle
and
dance
;
So
she
brings
him
to
Bath
,
which
I
think
is
quite
right
,
For
they
do
nothing
else
here
from
Morning
till
Night
:
And
this
is
a
Lesson
all
Parents
should
know
,
To
train
up
a
Child
in
the
Way
he
should
go
;
For
as
SOLOMON
says
,
you
may
safely
uphold
,
He
ne'er
will
depart
from
the
same
when
he's
old
.
No
doubt
she's
a
Woman
of
fine
Understanding
,
Her
Air
and
her
Presence
there's
something
so
grand
in
;
So
wise
and
discreet
;
and
to
give
Her
her
Due
,
Dear
Mother
,
she's
just
such
a
Woman
as
you
.
But
who
is
that
Bombazine
Lady
so
gay
,
So
profuse
of
her
Beauties
,
in
sable
Array
?
How
she
rests
on
her
Heel
,
how
she
turns
out
her
Toe
,
How
she
pulls
down
her
Stays
,
with
her
Head
up
to
shew
Her
Lilly-white
Bosom
that
rivals
the
Snow
!
'Tis
the
Widow
QUICKLACKIT
,
whose
Husband
,
last
Week
,
Poor
STEPHEN
,
went
suddenly
forth
in
a
Pique
,
And
push'd
off
his
Boat
for
the
Stygian
Creek
:
Poor
STEPHEN
!
he
never
return'd
from
the
Bourn
,
But
left
the
disconsolate
Widow
to
mourn
:
Three
Times
did
she
faint
,
when
she
heard
of
the
News
;
Six
Days
did
she
weep
,
and
all
Comfort
refuse
:
But
STEPHEN
,
no
Sorrow
,
no
Tears
can
recall
!
—
So
she
hallows
the
Seventh
,
and
comes
to
the
Ball
.
For
Music
,
sweet
Music
,
has
Charms
to
controul
,
And
tune
up
each
Passion
that
ruffles
the
Soul
!
What
things
have
I
read
,
and
what
Stories
been
told
Of
Feats
that
were
done
by
Musicians
of
old
!
I
saw
t'other
Day
in
a
Thing
call'd
an
Ode
,
As
it
lay
in
a
snug
little
House
on
the
Road
,
How
SAUL
was
restor'd
,
tho'
his
Sorrow
was
sharp
,
When
DAVID
,
the
Bethlemite
,
play'd
on
the
Harp
:
'Twas
Music
that
brought
a
Man's
Wife
from
Old
Nick
;
And
at
Bath
has
the
Pow'r
to
recover
the
Sick
:
Thus
a
Lady
was
cur'd
t'other
Day
.
—
But
'tis
Time
To
seal
up
my
Letter
,
and
finish
my
Rhyme
.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
XII
.
A
Modern
HEAD-DRESS
,
with
a
little
POLITE
CONVERSATION
.
WHAT
base
and
unjust
Accusations
we
find
Arise
from
the
Malice
and
Spleen
of
Mankind
!
One
would
hope
,
my
dear
Mother
,
that
Scandal
would
spare
The
tender
,
the
helpless
,
and
delicate
Fair
;
But
alas
!
the
sweet
Creatures
all
find
it
the
Case
,
That
Bath
is
a
very
censorious
Place
.
Would
you
think
that
a
Person
I
met
since
I
came
,
(
I
hope
you'll
excuse
my
concealing
his
Name
)
A
splenetic
ill-natur'd
Fellow
,
before
A
Room
full
of
very
good
Company
,
swore
,
That
,
in
spight
of
Appearance
,
'twas
very
well
known
,
Their
Hair
and
their
Faces
were
none
of
their
own
;
And
thus
without
Wit
,
or
the
least
Provocation
,
Began
an
impertinent
formal
Oration
:
"
Shall
Nature
thus
lavish
her
Beauties
in
vain
"
For
Art
and
nonsensical
Fashion
to
stain
?
"
The
fair
JEZEBELLA
what
Art
can
adorn
,
"
Whose
Cheeks
are
like
Roses
that
blush
in
the
Morn
?
"
As
bright
were
her
Locks
as
in
Heaven
are
seen
,
"
Presented
for
Stars
by
th'
Egyptian
Queen
;
"
But
alas
!
the
sweet
Nymph
they
no
longer
must
deck
,
"
No
more
shall
they
flow
o'er
her
Ivory
Neck
;
"
Some
Runaway
Valet
,
some
outlandish
Shaver
"
Has
spoil'd
all
the
Honours
that
Nature
has
gave
her
;
"
Her
Head
has
he
robb'd
with
as
little
Remorse
"
As
a
Fox-Hunter
crops
both
his
Dogs
and
his
Horse
:
"
A
Wretch
that
,
so
far
from
repenting
his
Theft
,
"
Makes
a
Boast
of
tormenting
the
little
that's
left
:
"
And
first
at
her
Porcupine
Head
he
begins
"
To
fumble
and
poke
with
his
Irons
and
Pins
,
"
Then
fires
all
his
Crackers
with
horrid
Grimace
,
"
And
puffs
his
vile
Rocambol
Breath
in
her
Face
,
"
Discharging
a
Steam
,
that
the
Devil
would
choak
,
"
From
Paper
,
Pomatum
,
from
Powder
,
and
Smoke
:
"
The
Patient
submits
,
and
with
due
Resignation
"
Prepares
for
her
Fate
in
the
next
Operation
.
"
When
lo
!
on
a
sudden
,
a
Monster
appears
,
"
A
horrible
Monster
,
to
cover
her
Ears
;
"
What
Sign
of
the
Zodiac
is
it
he
bears
?
"
Is
it
Taurus's
Tail
,
or
the
Tete
de
Mouton
,
"
Or
the
Beard
of
the
Goat
,
that
he
dares
to
put
on
?
"
'Tis
a
Wig
en
Vergette
,
that
from
Paris
was
brought
"
Un
Tete
comme
il
faut
,
that
the
Varlet
has
bought
"
Of
a
Beggar
,
whose
Head
he
has
shav'd
for
a
Groat
:
"
Now
fix'd
to
her
Head
does
he
frizzle
and
dab
it
;
"
Her
Foretop's
no
more
.
—
'Tis
the
Skin
of
a
Rabbit
.
—
"
'Tis
a
Muff
.
—
'tis
a
Thing
that
by
all
is
confest
"
Is
in
Colour
and
Shape
like
a
Chalfinch's
Nest
.
"
O
cease
,
ye
fair
Virgins
,
such
Pains
to
employ
,
"
The
Beauties
of
Nature
with
Paint
to
destroy
;
"
See
VENUS
lament
,
see
the
Loves
and
the
Graces
,
"
How
they
pine
at
the
Injury
done
to
your
Faces
!
"
Ye
have
Eyes
,
Lips
,
and
Nose
,
but
your
Heads
are
no
more
"
Than
a
Doll's
that
is
plac'd
at
a
Milliner's
Door
.
—
"
I'm
asham'd
to
repeat
what
he
said
in
the
Sequel
,
Aspersions
so
cruel
as
nothing
can
equal
!
I
declare
I
am
shock'd
such
a
Fellow
should
vex
,
And
spread
all
these
Lyes
of
the
innocent
Sex
,
For
whom
,
while
I
live
,
I
will
make
Protestation
I've
the
highest
Esteem
and
profound
Veneration
;
I
never
so
strange
an
Opinion
will
harbour
,
That
they
buy
all
the
Hair
they
have
got
of
a
Barber
:
Nor
ever
believe
that
such
beautiful
Creatures
Can
have
any
Delight
in
abusing
their
Features
.
One
Thing
tho'
I
wonder
at
much
,
I
confess
,
is
Th'Appearance
they
make
in
their
different
Dresses
,
For
indeed
they
look
very
much
like
Apparitions
When
they
come
in
the
Morning
to
hear
the
Musicians
,
And
some
I
am
apt
to
mistake
,
at
first
Sight
,
For
the
Mothers
of
those
I
have
seen
over
Night
;
It
shocks
me
to
see
them
look
paler
than
Ashes
,
And
as
dead
in
the
Eye
as
the
Busto
of
NASH
is
,
Who
the
Ev'ning
before
were
so
blooming
and
plump
:
—
I'm
griev'd
to
the
Heart
when
I
go
to
the
Pump
;
For
I
take
ev'ry
Morning
a
Sup
at
the
Water
,
Just
to
hear
what
is
passing
,
and
see
what
they're
a'ter
:
For
I'm
told
,
the
Discourses
of
Persons
refin'd
Are
better
than
Books
for
improving
the
Mind
:
But
a
great
deal
of
Judgment's
requir'd
in
the
skimming
The
polite
Conversation
of
sensible
Women
,
For
they
come
to
the
Pump
,
as
before
I
was
saying
,
And
talk
all
at
once
,
while
the
Music
is
playing
:
"
Your
Servant
,
Miss
FITCHET
,
"
"
good
Morning
,
Miss
STOTE
,
"
My
dear
Lady
RIGGLEDUM
,
how
is
your
Throat
?
"
Your
Ladyship
knows
that
I
sent
you
a
Scrawl
,
"
Last
Night
to
attend
at
your
Ladyship's
Call
,
"
But
I
hear
that
your
Ladyship
went
to
the
Ball
.
"
"
—
Oh
FITCHET
—
don't
ask
me
—
good
Heavens
preserve
,
"
I
wish
there
was
no
such
a
Thing
as
a
Nerve
;
"
Half
dead
all
the
Night
I
protest
and
declare
—
"
My
dear
little
FITCHET
,
who
dresses
your
Hair
?
—
"
You'll
come
to
the
Rooms
,
all
the
World
will
be
there
.
"
Sir
TOBY
MAC'NEGUS
is
going
to
settle
"
His
Tea-drinking
Night
with
Sir
PHILIP
O'KETTLE
.
"
"
I
hear
that
they
both
have
appointed
the
same
;
"
The
Majority
think
that
Sir
PHILIP's
to
blame
;
"
I
hope
they
won't
quarrel
,
they're
both
in
a
Flame
:
"
Sir
TOBY
MAC'NEGUS
much
Spirit
has
got
,
"
And
Sir
PHILIP
O'KETTLE
is
apt
to
be
hot
.
—
"
"
Have
you
read
the
Bath
Guide
,
that
ridiculous
Poem
?
"
What
a
scurrilous
Author
!
does
nobody
know
him
?
"
"
Young
BILLY
PENWAGGLE
,
and
SIMIUS
CHATTER
,
"
Declare
'tis
an
ill-natur'd
half-witted
Satire
.
"
"
You
know
I'm
engag'd
,
my
dear
Creature
,
with
you
,
"
And
Mrs.
PAMTICKLE
,
this
Morning
at
Loo
;
"
Poor
Thing
!
though
she
hobbled
last
Night
to
the
Ball
,
"
To-Day
she's
so
lame
that
she
hardly
can
crawl
;
"
Major
LIGNUM
has
trod
on
the
first
Joint
of
her
Toe
—
"
—
That
Thing
they
play'd
last
was
a
charming
Concerto
;
"
I
don't
recollect
I
have
heard
it
before
;
"
The
Minuet's
good
,
but
the
Jig
I
adore
;
"
Pray
speak
to
Sir
TOBY
to
cry
out
,
Encore
.
"
Dear
Mother
I
think
this
is
excellent
Fun
,
But
,
if
all
I
must
write
,
I
should
never
have
done
:
So
myself
I
subscribe
your
most
dutiful
Son
,
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
XIII
.
A
PUBLIC
BREAKFAST
.
WHAT
Blessings
attend
,
my
dear
Mother
,
all
those
Who
to
Crowds
of
Admirers
their
Persons
expose
!
Do
the
Gods
such
a
noble
Ambition
inspire
;
Or
Gods
do
we
make
of
each
ardent
Desire
?
O
generous
Passion
!
'tis
yours
to
afford
The
splendid
Assembly
,
the
plentiful
Board
;
To
thee
do
I
owe
such
a
Breakfast
this
Morn
,
As
I
nee'r
saw
before
,
since
the
Hour
I
was
born
:
'Twas
You
made
my
Lord
RAGGAMUFFENN
come
here
,
Who
they
say
has
been
lately
created
a
Peer
;
And
To-day
with
extreme
Complaisance
and
Respect
ask'd
All
the
People
at
Bath
to
a
general
Breakfast
.
You've
heard
of
my
Lady
BUNBUTTER
,
no
doubt
,
How
she
loves
an
Assembly
,
Fandango
,
or
Rout
;
No
Lady
in
London
is
half
so
expert
At
a
snug
private
Party
,
her
Friends
to
divert
;
But
they
say
,
that
of
late
,
she's
grown
sick
of
the
Town
,
And
often
to
Bath
condescends
to
come
down
:
Her
Ladyship's
favourite
House
is
the
Bear
;
Her
Chariot
,
and
Servants
,
and
Horses
are
there
:
My
Lady
declares
that
Retiring
is
good
;
As
all
,
with
a
separate
Maintenance
,
should
;
For
when
you
have
put
out
the
conjugal
Fire
,
'Tis
Time
for
all
sensible
Folk
to
retire
;
If
HYMEN
no
longer
his
Fingers
will
scorch
,
Little
CUPID
for
others
can
whip
in
his
Torch
,
So
pert
is
he
grown
;
since
the
Custom
began
,
To
be
married
and
parted
as
quick
as
you
can
.
Now
my
Lord
had
the
Honour
of
coming
down
Post
,
To
pay
his
Respects
to
so
famous
a
Toast
;
In
Hopes
He
her
Ladyship's
Favour
might
win
,
By
playing
the
Part
of
a
Host
at
an
Inn
.
I'm
sure
He's
a
Person
of
great
Resolution
,
Tho'
delicate
Nerves
,
and
a
weak
Constitution
;
For
he
carried
us
all
to
a
Place
cross
the
River
,
And
vow'd
that
the
Rooms
were
too
hot
for
his
Liver
:
He
said
it
would
greatly
our
Pleasure
promote
,
If
we
all
for
Spring-Gardens
set
out
in
a
Boat
:
I
never
as
yet
could
his
Reason
explain
,
Why
we
all
sallied
sorth
in
the
Wind
and
the
Rain
?
For
sure
such
Confusion
was
never
yet
known
;
Here
a
Cap
and
a
Hat
,
there
a
Cardinal
blown
:
While
his
Lordship
,
embroider'd
,
and
powder'd
all
o'er
,
Was
bowing
,
and
handing
the
Ladies
ashore
:
How
the
Misses
did
huddle
and
scuddle
,
and
run
;
One
would
think
to
be
wet
must
be
very
good
Fun
;
For
by
waggling
their
Tails
,
they
all
seem'd
to
take
Pains
To
moisten
their
Pinions
like
Ducks
when
it
rains
;
And
'twas
pretty
to
see
how
,
like
Birds
of
a
Feather
,
The
People
of
Quality
flock'd
all
together
;
All
pressing
,
addressing
,
caressing
,
and
fond
,
Just
the
same
as
those
Animals
are
in
a
Pond
:
You've
read
all
their
Names
in
the
News
,
I
suppose
,
But
,
for
fear
you
have
not
,
take
the
List
as
it
goes
:
There
was
Lady
GREASEWRISTER
,
And
Madam
VAN-TWISTER
,
Her
Ladyship's
Sister
.
Lord
CRAM
,
and
Lord
VULTUR
,
Sir
BRANDISH
O'
CULTER
,
With
Marshal
CAROUZER
,
And
old
Lady
MOWZER
,
And
the
great
Hanoverian
Baron
PANSMOWZER
,
Besides
many
others
;
who
all
in
the
Rain
went
,
On
purpose
to
honour
this
grand
Entertainment
:
The
Company
made
a
most
brilliant
Appearance
,
And
ate
Bread
and
Butter
with
great
Perseverance
;
All
the
Chocolate
too
,
that
my
Lord
set
before
'em
,
The
Ladies
dispatch'd
with
the
utmost
Decorum
.
Soft
musical
Numbers
were
heard
all
around
,
The
Horns
and
the
Clarions
echoing
sound
:
Sweet
were
the
Strains
,
as
od'rous
Gales
that
blow
O'er
fragrant
Banks
,
where
Pinks
and
Roses
grow
.
The
Peer
was
quite
ravish'd
,
while
close
to
his
Side
Sat
Lady
BUNBUTTER
,
in
beautiful
Pride
!
Oft
turning
his
Eyes
,
he
with
Rapture
survey'd
All
the
powerful
Charms
she
so
nobly
display'd
.
As
when
at
the
Feast
of
the
great
ALEXANDER
TIMOTHEUS
,
the
musical
Son
of
THERSANDER
,
Breath'd
heavenly
Measures
;
The
Prince
was
in
Pain
,
And
could
not
contain
,
While
THAIS
was
sitting
beside
him
;
But
,
before
all
his
Peers
,
Was
for
shaking
the
Spheres
,
Such
Goods
all
the
Gods
did
provide
Him
.
Grew
bolder
and
bolder
,
And
cock'd
up
his
Shoulder
,
Like
the
Son
of
great
JUPITER
AMMON
,
Till
at
length
quite
opprest
,
He
sunk
on
her
Breast
,
And
lay
there
as
dead
as
a
Salmon
.
O
had
I
a
Voice
,
that
was
stronger
than
Steel
,
With
twice
Fifty
Tongues
,
to
express
what
I
feel
;
And
as
many
good
Mouths
,
yet
I
never
could
utter
All
the
Speeches
my
Lord
made
to
Lady
BUNBUTTER
!
So
polite
all
the
Time
,
that
he
ne'er
touch'd
a
Bit
,
While
she
ate
up
his
Rolls
and
applauded
his
Wit
:
For
they
tell
me
that
Men
of
true
Taste
,
when
they
treat
,
Must
talk
a
great
deal
,
but
they
never
should
eat
;
And
if
that
be
the
Fashion
,
I
never
will
give
Any
grand
Entertainment
as
long
as
I
live
:
For
I'm
of
Opinion
,
'tis
proper
to
chear
The
Stomach
and
Bowels
,
as
well
as
the
Ear
.
Nor
me
did
the
charming
Concerto
of
ABEL
Regale
like
the
Breakfast
I
saw
on
the
Table
;
I
freely
will
own
I
the
Muffins
preferr'd
To
all
the
genteel
Conversation
I
heard
;
E'en
tho'
I'd
the
Honour
of
sitting
between
My
Lady
STUFF-DAMASK
,
and
PEGGY
MOREEN
,
Who
both
flew
to
Bath
in
the
London
Machine
.
Cries
PEGGY
,
"
This
Place
is
enchantingly
pretty
;
"
We
never
can
see
such
a
Thing
in
the
City
:
"
You
may
spend
all
your
Life-Time
in
Cateaton
Street
,
"
And
never
so
civil
a
Gentleman
meet
;
"
You
may
talk
what
you
please
;
you
may
search
London
thro'
;
"
You
may
go
to
Carlisle's
,
and
to
Almanac's
too
;
"
And
I'll
give
you
my
Head
if
you
find
such
a
Host
,
"
For
Coffee
,
Tea
,
Chocolate
,
Butter
,
and
Toast
:
"
How
He
welcomes
at
once
all
the
World
and
his
Wife
,
"
And
how
civil
to
Folk
he
ne'er
saw
in
his
Life
.
—
"
"
These
Horns
,
cries
my
Lady
,
so
tickle
one's
Ear
,
"
Lard
!
what
would
I
give
that
Sir
SIMON
was
here
!
"
To
the
next
Public
Breakfast
Sir
SIMON
shall
go
,
"
For
I
find
here
are
Folks
one
may
venture
to
know
:
"
Sir
SIMON
would
gladly
his
Lordship
attend
,
"
And
my
Lord
would
be
pleas'd
with
so
chearful
a
Friend
.
"
So
when
we
had
wasted
more
Bread
at
a
Breakfast
Than
the
poor
of
our
Parish
have
ate
for
this
Week
past
,
I
saw
,
all
at
once
,
a
prodigious
great
Throng
,
Come
bustling
,
and
rustling
,
and
jostling
along
:
For
his
Lordship
was
pleas'd
that
the
Company
now
To
my
Lady
BUNBUTTER
should
curt'sey
and
bow
;
And
my
Lady
was
pleas'd
too
,
and
seem'd
vastly
proud
,
At
once
to
receive
all
the
Thanks
of
a
Crowd
:
And
when
,
like
Chaldeans
,
we
all
had
ador'd
This
beautiful
Image
,
set
up
by
my
Lord
,
Some
few
insignificant
Folk
went
away
,
Just
to
follow
th'Employments
and
Calls
of
the
Day
;
But
those
who
knew
better
their
Time
how
to
spend
,
The
Fiddling
and
Dancing
all
chose
to
attend
.
Miss
CLUNCH
and
Sir
TOBY
perform'd
a
Cotillon
,
Much
the
same
as
our
SUSAN
and
BOB
the
Postilion
;
All
the
while
her
Mamma
was
expressing
her
Joy
,
That
her
Daughter
the
Morning
so
well
could
employ
.
—
Now
why
should
the
Muse
,
my
dear
Mother
relate
The
Misfortunes
that
fall
to
the
Lot
of
the
Great
!
As
Homeward
we
came
—
'tis
with
Sorrow
you'll
hear
,
What
a
dreadful
Disaster
attended
the
Peer
:
For
,
whether
some
envious
God
had
decreed
That
a
Naid
should
long
to
ennoble
her
Breed
:
Or
whether
his
Lordship
was
charm'd
to
behold
His
Face
in
the
Stream
,
like
NARCISSUS
of
old
;
In
handing
old
Lady
BUMFIDGET
and
Daughter
,
This
obsequious
Lord
tumbled
into
the
Water
:
Some
Nymph
of
the
Flood
brought
him
safe
to
the
Boat
,
And
I
left
all
the
Ladies
a'
cleaning
his
Coat
.
—
Thus
the
Feast
was
concluded
,
as
far
as
I
hear
,
To
the
great
Satisfaction
of
all
that
were
there
.
O
may
he
give
Breakfast
as
long
as
he
stays
,
For
I
ne'er
ate
a
better
in
all
my
born
Days
.
In
Haste
I
conclude
,
&c.
&c.
&c.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D.
BATH
,
1766.
Miss
PRUDENCE
B
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
ELIZ.
M
—
D
—
SS
,
at
—
Castle
,
North
.
LETTER
XIV
.
IN
WHICH
Miss
PRUDENCE
B
—
R
—
D
informs
Lady
BETTY
,
that
She
has
been
elected
to
METHODISM
by
a
VISION
.
HEARKEN
,
Lady
BETTY
,
hearken
,
To
the
dismal
News
I
tell
;
How
your
Friends
are
all
embarking
,
For
the
fiery
Gulph
of
Hell
.
Brother
SIMKIN's
grown
a
Rakehell
,
Cards
and
dances
ev'ry
Day
.
JENNY
laughs
at
Tabernacle
,
TABBY
RUNT
is
gone
astray
,
Blessed
I
,
tho'
once
rejected
,
Like
a
little
wand'ring
Sheep
;
Who
this
Morning
was
elected
,
By
a
Vision
in
my
Sleep
:
For
I
dream'd
an
Apparition
Came
,
like
ROGER
,
from
Above
;
Saying
,
by
Divine
Commission
I
must
fill
you
full
of
Love
.
Just
with
ROGER's
Head
of
Hair
on
,
ROGER's
Mouth
,
and
pious
Smile
;
Sweet
,
methinks
,
as
Beard
of
AARON
Dropping
down
with
holy
Oil
.
I
began
to
fall
a
kicking
,
Panted
,
struggl'd
,
strove
in
vain
;
When
the
Spirit
whipt
so
quick
in
,
I
was
cur'd
of
all
my
Pain
.
First
I
thought
it
was
the
Night-Mare
Lay
so
heavy
on
my
Breast
;
But
I
found
new
Joy
and
Light
there
,
When
with
Heav'nly
Love
possest
.
Come
again
then
,
Apparition
,
Finish
what
thou
hast
begun
;
ROGER
,
stay
,
Thou
Soul's
Physician
,
I
with
thee
my
Race
will
run
.
Faith
her
Chariot
has
appointed
Now
we're
stretching
for
the
Goal
;
All
the
Wheels
with
Grace
anointed
,
Up
to
Heav'n
to
drive
my
Soul
.
The
Editor
,
for
many
Reasons
,
begs
to
be
excused
giving
the
Public
the
Sequel
of
this
young
Lady's
Letter
,
but
it
the
Reader
will
please
to
look
into
the
Bishop
of
Exeter's
Book
,
entitled
,
The
Enthusiasm
of
Methodists
and
Papists
compared
,
He
will
find
many
Instances
(
particularly
of
young
People
)
who
have
been
elected
in
the
Manner
above
.
Mr.
S
—
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
to
Lady
B
—
N
—
R
—
D
,
at
—
Hall
,
North
.
LETTER
XV.
Serious
REFLECTIONS
of
Mr.
B
—
R
—
D.
—
His
BILL
of
EXPENCES
.
—
A
Farewell
to
BATH
.
ALAS
,
my
dear
Mother
,
our
Evil
and
Good
By
few
is
distinguish'd
,
by
few
understood
:
How
oft
are
we
doom'd
to
repent
at
the
End
,
The
Events
that
our
pleasantest
Prospects
attend
;
As
SOLON
declar'd
,
in
the
last
Scene
alone
,
All
the
Joys
of
our
Life
,
all
our
Sorrows
are
known
.
When
first
I
came
hither
for
Vapours
and
Wind
,
To
cure
all
Distempers
,
and
study
Mankind
;
How
little
I
dream'd
of
the
Tempest
behind
.
I
never
once
thought
what
a
furious
Blast
,
What
Storms
of
Distress
would
o'erwhelm
me
at
last
.
How
wretched
am
I
!
what
a
fine
Declamation
Might
be
made
on
the
Subject
of
my
Situation
!
I'm
a
Fable
!
—
an
Instance
!
—
and
serve
to
dispense
An
Example
to
all
Men
of
Spirit
and
Sense
:
To
all
Men
of
Fashion
,
and
all
Men
of
Wealth
,
Who
come
to
this
place
to
recover
their
Health
:
For
my
Means
are
so
small
,
and
my
Bills
are
so
large
,
I
ne'er
can
come
home
till
you
send
a
Discharge
.
Let
the
Muse
speak
the
Cause
,
if
a
Muse
yet
remain
,
To
supply
me
with
Rhimes
,
and
express
all
my
Pain
.
Paid
Bells
,
and
Musicians
,
Drugs
,
Nurse
,
and
Physicians
,
Balls
,
Raffles
,
Subscriptions
,
and
Chairs
;
Wigs
,
Gowns
,
Skins
and
Trimming
,
Good
Books
for
the
Women
,
Plays
,
Concerts
,
Tea
,
Negus
,
and
Prayers
.
Paid
the
following
Schemes
,
Of
all
who
it
seems
Make
Charity
Business
their
Care
:
A
Gamester
decay'd
,
And
a
prudish
old
Maid
,
By
Gaiety
brought
to
Despair
.
A
Fidler
of
Note
,
Who
,
for
Lace
on
his
Coat
,
To
his
Taylor
was
much
in
Arrears
;
An
Author
of
Merit
,
Who
wrote
with
such
Spirit
,
The
Pillory
took
off
his
Ears
.
A
Sum
,
my
dear
Mother
,
far
heavier
yet
,
Captain
CORMORANT
won
,
when
I
learn'd
Lansquenet
;
Two
Hundred
I
paid
him
,
and
Five
am
in
Debt
.
For
the
Five
,
I
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
write
,
For
the
Captain
was
very
well
bred
,
and
polite
,
And
took
,
as
he
saw
my
Expences
were
great
,
My
Bond
,
to
be
paid
on
the
Clodpole
Estate
;
And
asks
nothing
more
while
the
Money
is
lent
,
Than
Interest
paid
him
at
Twenty
per
Cent
.
But
I'm
shock'd
to
relate
what
Distresses
befall
Miss
JENNY
,
my
Sister
and
TABBY
and
all
:
Miss
JENNY
,
poor
Thing
,
from
this
Bath
Expedition
,
Was
in
Hopes
very
soon
to
have
chang'd
her
Condition
;
But
Rumour
has
brought
certain
Things
to
her
Ear
,
Which
I
ne'er
will
believe
,
yet
am
sorry
to
hear
;
"
That
the
Captain
,
her
Lover
,
her
dear
ROMEÔ
,
Was
Banish'd
the
Army
a
great
while
ago
.
That
his
Friends
and
his
Foes
He
alike
can
betray
,
And
picks
up
a
scandalous
Living
by
Play
:
"
But
if
e'er
I
could
think
that
the
Captain
had
cheated
,
Or
my
dear
Cousin
JENNY
unworthily
treated
,
By
all
that
is
sacred
I
swear
,
for
his
Pains
I'd
cudgel
him
first
,
and
then
blow
out
his
Brains
.
For
the
Man
I
abhor
like
the
Devil
,
dear
Mother
,
Who
one
Thing
conceals
,
and
professes
another
.
O
how
shall
we
know
the
right
Way
to
pursue
!
—
Do
the
Ills
of
Mankind
from
Religion
accrue
!
—
Religion
,
design'd
to
relieve
all
our
Care
,
Has
brought
my
poor
Sister
to
Grief
and
Despair
:
Now
she
talks
of
Damnation
,
and
screws
up
her
face
;
Then
prates
about
ROGER
,
and
spiritual
Grace
:
Her
senses
,
alas
!
seem
at
once
gone
astray
—
No
Pen
can
describe
it
,
no
Letter
convey
.
But
the
Man
without
Sin
,
that
Moravian
Rabbi
,
Has
perfectly
cur'd
the
Chlorosis
of
TABBY
;
And
,
if
right
I
can
judge
,
from
her
Shape
and
her
Face
,
She
soon
may
produce
him
an
Infant
of
Grace
.
Now
they
say
that
all
People
,
in
our
Situation
,
Are
very
fine
subjects
for
Regeneration
:
But
I
think
,
my
dear
Mother
,
the
best
we
can
do
,
Is
to
pack
up
our
All
,
and
return
back
to
you
.
Farewell
then
,
ye
Streams
,
Ye
poetical
Themes
!
Sweet
Fountains
for
curing
the
Spleen
!
I'm
griev'd
to
the
Heart
,
Without
Cash
to
depart
,
And
quit
this
adorable
Scene
.
Where
Gaming
and
Grace
Each
other
embrace
,
Dissipation
and
Piety
meet
:
—
May
all
,
who've
a
Notion
Of
Cards
or
Devotion
,
Make
Bath
their
delightful
Retreat
.
S.
B
—
D.
FINIS
.