up:

"Go run, and light the ladies
"It must be one before we fup.'

The table, cards, and counters fet,
And all the gamefter-ladies met,
Her fpleen and fits recover'd quite,
Our madam can fit up all night;
"Whoever comes, I'm not within'
Quadrille's the word, and fo begin.

How can the mufe her aid impart,
Unfkill'd in all the terms of art?
Or in harmonious numbers put
The deal, the fhuffle, and the cut?
The fuperftitious whims relate,
That fill a female gamefter's pate?
What agony of foul fhe feels
To fee a knave's inverted heels?
She draws up card by card to find
Good fortune peeping from behind
With panting heart, and earneft eyes,
In hope to fee padillo rife:

In vain, alas! her hope is fed;
She draws an ace, and fees it red.
In ready counters never pays,

;

But pawns her fnuff-box, rings, and keys; Ever with fome new fancy ftruck,

Tries twenty charms to mend her luck.

"This morning, when the parfon came, "I faid I fhould not win a game.

"This odious chair, how came Iftuck in't? "I think I never had good luck in't. "I'm fo uneafy in my stays; "Your fan a moment, if you please. "Stand further, girl, or get you gone; "I always lofe, when you look on." Lord! madam, you have loft codill : I never faw you play fo ill.

Nay, madam, give me leave to fay ""Twas you that threw the game away; "When lady Trickfey play'd a four, "You took it with a mattadore; "I faw you touch your wedding-ring "Before my lady call'd a king; "You spoke a word began with H, "And I know whom you meant to teach, "Because you held the king of hearts; "Fie, madam, leave thefe little arts.' That's not fo bad as one that rubs Her chair to call the king of clubs, And makes her partner understand A mattadore is in her hand.

Madam, you have no cause to flounce, "I fwear I faw you thrice renounce. And truly, madam, I know when Instead of five you fcor'd me ten.

Spadillo

Spadillo here has got a mark;
A child may know it in the dark :
I guess the hand; it feldom fails:
I wish fome folks would pair their nails.

While thus they rail and fcold and storm, It paffes but for common form; And confcious that they all speak true, And give each other but their due, It never interrupts the game, Or makes 'em fenfible of fhame.

The time too precious now to wafte,
And fupper gobbled up in haste,
Again afresh to cards they run,
As if they had but just begun.
Yet fhall I not again repeat,

How oft they fquabble, fnarl, and cheat.
At last they hear the watchman knock,
A frosty morn---past four o'clock.

The chairmen are not to be found, "Come, let us play the t'other round."

Now, all in hafte they huddle on Their hoods and cloaks, and get them

gone;

But firft the winner must invite

The company to-morrow night.

Unlucky

Unlucky madam left in tears,
(Who now again Quadrille forfwears)
With empty purse, and aching head,
Steals to her fleeping spouse to bed.

THE COUNTRY LIFE.

Part of a fummer spent at the house of George Rochfort, efq;.

TH

HALIA, tell in fober lays
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean
pass their days.

Begin, my mufe: firft from our bow'rs
We fally forth at diff'rent hours;
At feven the dean in night-gown drest
Goes round the house to wake the reft;
At nine grave Nim and George facetious
Go to the dean to read Lucretius;
At ten my lady comes and hectors,
And kiffes George, and ends our lectures,
And when she has him by the neck faft,
Hauls him, and fcolds us down to breakfast.
We fquander there an hour or more,
And then all hands, boys, to the oar,

Müller, inv. del: et Jc.