How fam'd thy conduct in the fight
With * Hermes, fon of Pleias bright!
Out-number'd, half encompafs'd round,
You ftrove for ev'ry inch of ground;
Then, by a foldierly retreat,
Retir'd to your imperial feat.

The victor, when your steps he trac'd,
Found all the realms before him wafte:
You o'er the high triumphal arch
Pontifick made your glorious march;
The wond'rous arch behind you fell,
And left a chafm profound as hell:
You, in your capitol fecur'd,
A fiege as long as Troy endur'd.

* Mercury.

THE

fing care,

She wept, fhe blubber'd, and fhe tore her

hair:

No British miss fincerer grief has known,
Her squirrel miffing, or her fparrow flown.
She furl'd her fampler, and hawl'd in her thread,
And ftuck her needle into Grildrig's bed;
Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let fall
Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall.
In peals of thunder now the roars, and now
She gently whimpers like a lowing cow;
Yet lovely in her forrow ftill appears:
Her locks difhevell'd, and her flood of tears,
Seem like the lofty barn of fome rich swain,
When from the thatch drips fast a show'r of

rain.

In vain she search'd each cranny of the house, Each gaping chink, impervious to a mouse. "Was it for this (fhe cry'd) with daily care "Within thy reach I fet the vinegar, "And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide, "While pepper-water worms thy bait supply'd;

"Wheretwin'd the filver eel around thy hook, "And all the little monsters of the brook! "Sure in that lake he dropt; my Grilly's "drown'd!"--

She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found. "Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy "boaft;

"But little creatures enterprise the most. Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's

paw,

Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at (C taw,

"Nor fear the marbles, as they bounding flew; "Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you.

"Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd in court tricks, that money-loving

"boy

"To fome lord's daughter fold the living toy, "Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, "As children tear the wings of flies away.

"From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll

roam,

"And never will return, or bring thee home. "But who hath eyes to trace the paffing wind?

"How then thy fairy footsteps can I find? "Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone "In the green thicket of a moffy stone; "Or, tumbled from the toadstool's flipp'ry "round,

« Perhaps all maim'd lie grov❜ling on the ground?

"Doft thou, imbofom'd in the lovely rose, "Or funk within the peach's down, repose? "Within the king-cup if thy limbs are spread, "Or in the golden cowflip's velvet head, "O fhew me, Flora, 'midft those sweets, "the flow'r

"Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant "bow'r!

"But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves "On little females, and on little loves;

Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, "The baby play-things that adorn thy house, "Doors, windows, chimnies, and the spa"cious rooms,

"Equal in fize to cells of honey-combs ;

"Haft

"Haft thou for these now ventur'd from the

"fhore,

Thy bark a bean-fhell, and a straw thine oar? "Or in thy box, now bounding on the main, "Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house again? "And shall I fet thee on my hand no more, "To fee thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er "My fpacious palm? of stature scarce a span, "Mimick the actions of a real man?

"No more behold thee turn my watch's key, "As seamen at a capftern anchors weigh? "How wer't thou wont to walk with cauti❝ous tread,

"A dish of tea, like milk-pail, on thy head? "How chase the mite that bore thy cheese (C away,

"And keep the rolling maggot at a bay?"

She faid; but broken accents ftopt her voice, Soft as the speaking-trumpet's mellow noise: She fobb'd a storm, and wip'd her flowing

eyes,

Which feem'd like two broad funs in mifty fkies.

O fquander not thy grief! thofe tears command

To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland: The plenteous pickle fhall preferve the fish, And Europe tafte thy forrows in a dish.

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