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To tread in paths to ancient bards unknown, May Providence o'ershade me with her wings,
While the bold Muse experienc'd danger sings!
When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice, Let Paris be the theme of Gallia’s Muse,
Where, if the warmer clouds in rain descend,
No miry ways industrious steps offend:
And blackens the canals with dirty showers.
Nor should it prove thy less important care, Coaches and chariots yet unfashion'd lay,
Nor late-invented chairs perplex'd the way; Now in thy trunk thy D'Oyley habit fold,
Then the proud lady tripp'd along the town, The silken drugget ill can fence the cold;
And tuck'd-up petticoats secur'd her gown; The frieze's spongy nap is soak'd with rain,
Her rosy cheek with distant visits glow'd, And showers soon drench the camlet's cockled grain; And exercise unartful charms bestow'd: True Witney broad-cloth, with its shag unshorn, But since in braided gold her foot is bound, Unpierc'd is in the lasting tempest worn:
And a long training mantua sweeps the ground, Be this the horseman's fence, for who would wear Her shoe disdains the street; the lazy fair Amid the town the spoils of Russia's bear?
With narrow step affects a limping air.
The tricking gamester insolently rides,
The Muse prepares ! I seek no other praise.
If the strong cane support thy walking hand, Lest you of rheums and coughs at night complain,
When suffocating mists obscure the morn,
This knows the powder'd footman, and with care
And, when the bursting clouds a deluge pour,
Let thy surtout defend the drenching shower. While softer chairs the tawdry load convey
The changing weather certain signs reveal. To court, to White's, assemblies, or the play; Ere winter sheds her snow, or frosts congeal, Rosy-complexion'd health thy steps attends, You'll see the coals in brighter flame aspire, And exercise thy lasting youth defends.
And sulphur tinge with blue the rising fire; Imprudent men Heaven's choicest gifts profane: Your tender shins the scorching heat decline,
And at the dearth of coals the poor repine ; Thus some beneath their arm support the cane ;
Before her kitchen bearth, the Bodding dame, The dirty point oft checks the careless pace,
In fannel mantle wrapt, enjoys the flame;
Hovering, upon her feeble knees she bends,
Oh! may I never such misfortune meet !
Nor do less certain signs the town advise
Or thus hung Glaucus' beard, with briny dew d dangers of milder weather and serener skies.
Clotted and stait, when first his amorous view
Surpris’d the bathing fair ; the frighted maid
And chirping sparrows greet the welcome change ; Defended by the riding-hood's disguise; chis Not that their minds with greater skill are fraught, Or, underneath th' umbrella's oily shed, Endued by instinct, or by reason taught:
Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread. The seasons operate in every breast;
Let Persian dames th’ umbrella's ribs display, offend: 'Tis hence the fawns are brisk, and ladies drest. To guard their beauties from the sunny ray; Dete When on his box the nodding coachman snores, Or sweating slaves support the shady load,
And dreams of fancy'd fares; when tavern doors When eastern monarchs show their state abroad:
The chairmen idly crowd; then ne'er refuse Britain in winter only knows its aid, esgrac de To trust thy busy steps in thinner shoes.
To guard from chilly showers the walking maid. Benighevos But when the swinging signs your ears offend But, O! forget not, Muse, the patten’s praise, es the seas
With creaking noise, then rainy floods impend; That female implement shall grace thy lays;
And from its origin deduce its name.
Where Lincoln wide extends her fenny soil, floating . Foresees the tempest, and with early care
A goodly yeoman liv'd, grown white with toil:
Martha (her careful mother's name) she bore,
Church-monuments foretel the changing air, Whilst on her father's knee the damsel play'd,
Patty he fondly callid the smiling maid ;
Soon as the gray-ey'd morning streaks the skies,
And, when the plains with evening dews are spread,
Deep through a miry lane she pick'd her way,
Vulcan by chance the bloomy maiden spies,
he lov'd ;
for yet he ne'er had known
Ah, Mulciber! recal thy nuptual vows,
The Lemnian power forsakes the realms above,
Far in the lane a lonely hut he found;
And early strokes the sounding anvil warm:
As for the steed he shap'd the bending shoe.
When blue-ey'd Patty near his window came,
His anvil rests, his forge forgets to flame.
To hear his soothing tales, she feigne delays;
What woman can resist the force of praise ?
At first she coyly every kiss withstood,
And all her cheek was flush'd with modest blood :
With headless nails he now surrounds her shoes, Hides all thy hose behind; in vain you scower,
To save her steps from rains and piercing dews. Thy wig, alas! uncurl'd, admits the shower.
She lik'd his soothing tales, his presents wore, So fierce Alecto's snaky tresses fell,
And granted kisses, but would grant no more. When Orpheus charm'd the rigorous powers of hell;
The dustman's cart offends thy clothes and eyes,
Yet winter chill'd her feet, with cold she pines, Butchers, whose hands are dy'd with blood's fouł
And always foremost in the hangman's train. (stain,
Let due civilities be strictly paid : And in hoarse sounds her melting voice is lost. The wall surrender to the hooded maid; This Vulcan saw, and in his heavenly thought
Nor let thy sturdy elbow's hasty rage A new machine mechanic fancy wrought,
Jostle the feeble steps of trembling age:
And when the porter bends beneath his load,
But, above all the groping blind direct ;
And from the pressing throng the lame protect. No more her lungs are shook with dropping rheums, You'll sometimes meet a fop, of nicest tread, And on her cheek reviving beauty blooms.
Whose mantling peruke veils his empty head; The god obtain'd his suit: though flattery fail, At every step he dreads the wall to lose, Presents with female virtue must prevail.
And risks, to save a coach, his red-heel'd shoes ; The patten now supports each frugal dame,
Him, like the miller, pass with caution by, Which from the blue-ey'd Patty takes the name. Lest from his shoulder clouds of powder fly.
But when the bully, with assuming pace,
Cocks his broad hat, edg'd round with tarnish'd
Yield not the way, defy his strutting pride, (lace,
And thrust him to the muddy kennel's side; Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays
He never turns again nor dares oppose, The proper implements for wintery ways;
But mutters coward curses as he goes. Has taught the walker with judicious eyes
If drawn by business to a street unknown,
Let the sworn porter point thee through the town;
Like faithful landmarks to the walking train.
Those fabling boys will turn thy steps astray;
He ne'er deceives—but when he profits by't.
Here to seven streets seven dials count the day,
And from each other catch the circling ray. These grave physicians with their milky cheer Here oft the peasant, with inquiring face, The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair ; Bewilder'd, trudges on from place to place; Here rows of drummers stand in martial file, He dwell on every sign with stupid gazė, And with their vellum thunder shake the pile, Enters the narrow alley's doubtful maze, To greet the new-made bride. Are sounds like these
Tries every winding court and street in vain, The proper prelude to a state of peace ?
And doubles o'er his weary steps again.
Thus lrardy Theseus, with intrepid feet,
If cloth'd in black you tread the busy town, But do not thou, like that bold chief, confide
Thy venturous footsteps to a female guide; Three trades avoid: oft in the mingling press She'll lead thee with delusive smiles along, The barber's apron soils the sable dress;
Dive in thy fob, and drop thee in the throng. Shun the perfumer's touch with cautious eye,
When waggish boys the stunted besom ply, Nor let the baker's step advance too nigh.
To rid the slabby pavement, pass not by, Ye walkers too, that youthful colours wear,
Ere thou hast held their hands; some heedless flirt Three sullying trades avoid with equal care :
Will overspread thy calves with spattering dirt. The little chimney-sweeper skulks along,
Where porters hogsheads roll from carts aslope, And marks with sooty stains the heedless throng: Or brewers down steep cellars stretch the rope, When small coal murmurs in the hoarser throat,
Where counted billets are by carmen tost, From smutty dangers guard thy threat'ned coat;
Stay thy rash step, and walk without the post.
What though the gathering mire thy feet besmeer,
Here let the Muse, fatigued amid the throng,
Adorn her precepts with digressive song ;
And aids with soot the new japanning art.
Pleas'd she receives the gifts; she downward glides,
Lights in Fleet-ditch, and shoots beneath the tides. Like mortal man, great Jove (grown fond of
Now dawns the morn, the sturdy lad awakes, change)
Leaps from his stall, his tangled hair he shakes; of old was wont this nether world to range,
Then leaning o'er the rails, he musing stood,
And view'd below the black canal of mud,
Where common-shores a lulling murmur keep,
Whose torrents rush from Holborn's fatal steep:
Pensive through idleness, tears flow'd apace,
At length he sighing cry'd, That boy was blest,
Whose infant lips have drain'd a mother's breast;
But happier far are those (if such be known)
Whom both a father and a mother own :
But I, alas! hard fortune's utmost scorn,
Who ne'er knew parent, was an orphan born!
Some boys are rich by birth beyond all wants, In what seem faults to every common eye.)
Belov'd by uncles, and kind good old aunts; (bear, Now had the watchman walk'd his second round,
When time comes round, a Christmas-box they When Cloacina hears the rumbling sound
And one day makes them rich for all the year.
Had I the precepts of a father learn'd,
Perhaps I then the coachman's fare had earn'd,
For lesser boys can drive ; I thirsty stand,
And see the double flaggon charge their hand,
See them puff off the froth, and gulp amain,
While with dry tongue I lick my lips in vain.
While thus he fervent prays, the heaving tide,
In widen'd circles, beats on either side;
The goddess rose amid the inmost round,
Low reach'd her dripping tresses, lank, and black
As the smooth jet, or glossy raven's back;
Around her waist a circling eel was twin'd,
Which bound her robe that hung in rags behind.
Now beckoning to the boy, she thus begun :
Thy prayers are granted; weep no more, my son :
Go thrive. At some frequented corner stand;
This brush I give thee, grasp it in thy hand,
Temper the soot within this vase of oil,
And let the little tripod aid thy toil;
On this methinks I see the walking crew,
The foot grows black that was with dirt embrown'd;
And in thy pocket gingling halfpence sound.
And dashes all around her showers of mud:
The youth strait chose his post; the labour ply'd
Where branching streets from Charing-cross divide;
His treble voice resounds along the Meuse,
And Whitehall echoes" Clean your Honour's
Like the sweet ballad, this amusing lay [shoes!"
Too long detains the walker on his way;
While he attends, new dangers round him throng;
The busy city asks instructive song.
Where, elevated o'er the gaping crowd,
Clasp'd in the board the perjur'd head is bow'd,
Betimes retreat; here, thick as hailstones pour,
Turnips and half-hatch'd eggs (a mingled shower)
May with the trickling yolk thy cheek o'erflow.
Though expedition bids, yet never stray
He seeks by-streets, and saves th' expensive coach.
Where no rang'd posts defend the rugged way. Pass by the Meuse, nor try the thimble's cheats.
When drays bound high, they never cross behind, Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow Where bubbling yest is blown by gusts of wind: street;
And when up Ludgate-hill huge carts move slow,
And mark with muddy blots the gazing squire.
And as he flies infests pursuing foes. Your wives, your children, by his labour fed !
The thoughtless wits shall frequent forfeits pay, If, as the Samian taught, the soul revives,
Who'gainst the sentry's box discharge their tea. And, shifting seats, in other bodies lives;
Do thou some court or secret corner seek,
Yet let me not descend to trivial song,
His horses' foreheads shun the winter's air?
Nor will I roam where summer's sultry rays
Smoke o'er the pavement, and involve the skies.
Shall crust the slabby mire, and kennels bind:
She bids the snow descend in flaky sheets,
But if thy footstep slide with clotted frost,
On silent wheel the passing coaches roll ; Beneath thy careless foot; and from on high, Oft look behind, and ward the threatening pole. Where masons mount the ladder, fragments fly, In harden'd orbs the school-boy moulds the snow, Mortar and crumbled lime in showers descend, To mark the coachman with a dext'rous throw. And o'er thy head destructive tiles impend. Why do ye, boys, the kennel's surface spread,
But sometimes let me leave the noisy roads, To tempt with faithless pass the matron's tread? And silent wander in the close abodes,
How can you laugh to see the damsel Where wheels ne'er shake the ground; there pen Sink in your frauds, and her green stocking mourn? sive stray,
At White's the harness'd chairman idly stands, In studious thought, the long uncrowded way.
And swings around his waist his tingling hands ; Here I remark each walker's different face,
The semptress speeds to 'Change with red-ript nose; And in their look their various business trace. The Belgian stove beneath her footstool glows: The broker here his spacious beaver wears,
In half-whipt muslin needles useless lie, Upon his brow sit jealousies and cares ;
And shuttlecocks across the counter fly. Bent on some mortgage (to avoid reproach)
These sports warm harmless; why then will ye prove,
Deluded maids, the dangerous flame of love? Soft at low doors, old letchers tap their cane,
Where Covent-garden's famous temple stands,
That boasts the work of Jones' immortal hands;
I spy the furies of the football war:
The 'prentice quits his shop, to join the crew,
Here roams uncomb’d the lavish rake, to shun
Careful observers, studious of the town,
Untempted, they contemn the juggler's feats,