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Learn hence the periods of the week to name,
Mondays and Thursdays are the days of game.
When fishy stalls with double store are laid ;
Red speckled trouts, the salmon's silver jowl,
And luscious scallops to allure the tastes
O, roving Muse! recal that wondrous year, Of rigid zealots to delicious fasts ;
When dirty waters from balconies drop,
And dext'rous damsels twirl the sprinkling mop,
And cleanse the spatter'd sash, and scrub the stairs;
Know Saturday's conclusive morn appears.
Successive cries the seasons' change declare,
And mark the monthly progress of the year. And rase with whiten'd tracks the slippery tide ; Hark! how the streets with treble voices ring, Here the fat cook piles high the blazing fire
To sell the bounteous product of the spring : And scarce the spit can turn the steer entire ; Sweet-smelling flowers, and alder's early bud, Booths sudden hide the Thames, long streets appear,
With nettle's tender shoots, to cleanse the blood;
E'en Sundays are profan'd by mackrel cries.
Walnuts the fruiterer's hand in autumn stain,
Blue plumbs and juicy pears augment his gain;
'Twas here the matron found a doleful fate: To trust their copper fortunes to the dice.
When rosemary, and bays, the poet's crown,
Are bawl’d, in frequent cries, through all the town,
Then judge the festival of Christmas near,
Christmas, the joyous period of the year.
Doll every day had walk'd these treacherous With laurel green, and sacred misletoe.
Bid meagre Want uprear her sickly head;
Bid shivering limbs be warm; let Plenty's bowl
In humble roofs make glad the needy soul !
See, see! the heaven-born maid her blessings shed;
her sickly head;
Cloth'd are the naked, and the needy glad,
While charity still moves the walker's mind,
His liberal purse relieves the lame and blind.
Where the laborious beggar sweeps the road.
Nor let old age long stretch his palsy'd hand. And Hebrus' banks Eurydice return'd.
Those who give late are importun'd each day,
If e'er the miser durst his farthings spare,
He thinly spreads them through the public square,
Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie,
And from each other catch the doleful cry; (score, From every pent-house streams the fleeting snow, With Heaven, for two-pence, cheaply wipes his And with dissolving frost the pavements flow.
his eyes, and hastes to beggar more. Experienc'd men, inur'd to city ways,
Where the brass-knocker, wrapt in flannel band,
Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand;
As vultures o'er a camp, with hovering flight,
Snuff up the future carnage of the fight.
Here canst thou pass, unmindful of a prayer, So, when dread Jove the son of Phæbus hurl'd,
Come, Fortescue, sincere, experienc'd friend, The headstrong coursers tore the silver reins,
If the pale walker pant with weakening ills, Me business to my distant lodging calls ;
His sickly hand is stor'd with friendly bills; Through the long Strand together let us stray ; From hence he learns the seventh-born doctor's fame, With thee conversing, I forget the way.
From hence he learns the cheapest tailor's name. Behold that narrow street which steep descends, Shall the large mutton smoke upon your boards? Whose building to the slimy shore extends,
Such Newgate's copious market best affords. Here Arundel's fam'd structure rear'd its frame, Wouldst thou with mighty beef augment thy meal? The street alone retains the empty name.
Seek Leadenhall; St. James's sends thee veal; Where Titian's glowing paint the canvas warm’d, Thames-street gives cheeses ; Covent-garden fruits; And Raphael's fair design, with judgment, charm’d, Moorfields old books; and Monmouth-street old Now hangs the bellman's song, and pasted here
suits. The colour'd prints of Overton appear.
Hence mayst thou well supply the wants of life,
And various science lures the learned eye:
And deep divines, to modern shops unknowo;
Here, like the bee, that on industrious wing Beneath his eye declining art revives,
Collects the various odours of the spring, The wall with animated picture lives ;
Walkers at leisure learning's flowers may spoil, There Handel strikes the strings, the melting strain Nor watch the wasting of the midnight oil; Transports the soul, and thrills through every vein; May morals snatch from Plutarch's tatter'd page, There oft I enter (but with cleaner shoes),
A mildew'd Bacon, or Stagyra's sage: For Burlington's belov'd by every Muse.
Here sauntering 'prentices o'er Otway weep, Oye associate walkers, O my friends,
O'er Congreve smile, or over D'Urfey sleep; Upon your state what happiness attends !
Pleas'd sempstresses the Lock's fam'd Rape unfold; What though no coach to frequent visit rolls, And Squirts read Garth, till apozems grow cold. Nor for your shilling chairmen sling their poles;
O Lintot ! let my labours obvious lie, Yet still your nerves rheumatic pains defy,
Rang‘d on thy stall, for every curious eye!
So shall the poor these precepts gratis know,
Let the vain virgin, lur'd by glaring show,
Sigh for the liveries of th’ embroider'd beau. Or in the leaky boat the Thames divide;
See yon bright chariot on its braces swing, Or, box'd within the chair, contemn the street, With Flanders mares, and on an arched spring. And trust their safety to another's feet:
That wretch, to gain an equipage and place,
Betray'd his sister to a lewd embrace.
Vain of his unknown race, the coxcomb shows.
Here the brib'd lawyer, sunk in velvet, sleeps; The drunken chairman in the kennel spurns, The starving orphan, as he passes, weeps; The glasses shatters, and his charge o'erturns.
There flames a fool, begirt with tinsel slaves, Who can recount the coach's various harms,
Who wastes the wealth of a whole race of knaves; The legs disjointed, and the broken arms ?
That other, with a clustering train behind, I've seen a beau, in some ill-fated hour, (shower,
Owes his new honours to a sordid mind! When o'er the stones choak'd kennels swell the
This next in court-fidelity excels, In gilded chariot loll; he with disdain
The public rifles, and bis country sells. Views spatter'd passengers all drench'd in rain.
May the proud chariot never be my fate, With mud fill'd high, the ruinbling cart draws near;
If purchas'd at so mean, so dear a rate! Now rule thy prancing steeds, lac'd charioteer:
Or rather give me sweet content on foot,
Wrapt in my virtue, and a good surtout !
Of Walking the Streets by Night.
O Trivia, goddess ! leave these low abodes, A mud enwraps the honours of his face.
And traverse o'er the wide etherial roads;
ta hist Celestial queen! put on thy robes of light, Swift from his prey the scudding lurcher flies;
Now Cynthia nam’d, fair regent of the night. Dext'rous he 'scapes the crowd with nimble bounds,
Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies,
Breathless, he stumbling falls. III-fated boy!
Mud choaks his mouth, and plaisters o'er his eyes.
Let not the ballad-singer's shrilling strain Where the fair columns of St. Clement stand, Amid the swarm thy listening ear detain; Whose straiten'd bounds encroach upon the Strand; Guard well thy pocket; for these syrens stand
Where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, To aid the labours of the diving hand; 对 2 And the rough pavement wounds the yielding tread; Confederate in the cheat, they draw the throng, Where not a post protects the narrow space,
And cambric handkerchiefs reward the song. And, strung in twines, combs dangle in thy face; But soon as coach or cart drives rattling on, Summon at once thy courage, rouse thy care, The rabble part, in shoals they backward run. Stand firm, look back, be resolute, beware.
So Jove's loud bolts the mingled war divide,
Yet I (perhaps too fond), if chance the tide
Thus Nisus wander'd o'er the pathless grove, et And with the twining lash their shins resound: To find the brave companion of his love.
Their rage ferments, more dangerous wounds they The pathless grove in vain he wanders o'er:
That walker, who, regardless of his pace,
Shall strike his aching breast against a post;
His hapless coat with spirts of scaly rain,
But, if unwarily he chance to stray
Where twirling turnstiles intercept the way,
The thwarting passenger shall force them round, In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er,
And beat the wretch half breathless to the ground.
Let constant vigilance thy footsteps guide,
And wary circumspection guard thy side;
Then shalt thou walk unharm’d the dangerous night,
Nor need th' officious linkboy's smoaky light. The subtle artist will thy side disarm.
Thou never wilt attempt to cross the road,
Where ale-house benches rest the porter's load,
Grievous to heedless shins; no barrow's wheel,
That bruises ost the truant school-boy's heel,
Behind thee rolling, with insidious pace,
Shall mark thy stocking with a miry trace.
Let not thy venturous steps approach too nigh,
Where, gaping wide, low steepy cellars lie,
Should thy shoe wrench aside, down, down you fall,
And overturn the scolding huckster's stall;
The scolding huckster shall not o'er thee moan, There mayst thou pass with sase unmiry feet,
Though you through cleanlier allies wind by day, If where Fleet-ditch with muddy current flows,
You chance to roam; where oyster-tubs in rows Yet ne'er to those dark paths by night retire; Are rang'd beside the posts; there stay thy haste, Mind only safety, and contemn the mire.
And with the savoury fish indulge thy taste; Then no impervious courts thy haste detain,
The damsel's koife the gaping shell commands,
While the salt liquor streams between her lands.
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood!
When from high spouts the dashing torrents fall,
For shouldst thou quit thy ground, the rushing
All press to gain those honours thou hast lost,
Then to retrieve the shed you strive in vain, But liberty and justice guard the land;
Draggled all o'er, and soak'd in floods of rain. No bravos here profess the bloody trade,
Yet rather bear the shower, and toils of mud,
Let not the chairman, with assuming stride, O think on (Edipus' detested state,
Each claim'd the way, their swords the strise decide,
Hence sprung the fatal plague that thin’d thy reign, To light the midnight visits of the dame?
Thy cursed incest! and thy children slain! Others, perhaps, by happier guidance led,
Hence wert thou doom'd in endless night to stray, May where the chairman rests with safety tread; Through Theban streets, and cheerless grope thy Whene'er I pass, their poles (unseen below)
Contemplate, mortal, on thy fleeting years; (way.
Whether some heir attends in sable state,
Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, To cross the where carts and coaches roll;
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crowu’d? Yet do not in thy hardy skill confide,
No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain; Nor rashly risk the kennel's spacious stride; It only serves to prove the living vain. Stay till afar the distant wheel you hear,
How short is life! how frail is human trust! Like dying thunder in the breaking air;
Is all this pomp for laying dust to dust? Thy foot will slide upon the miry stone,
Where the nail'd hoop defends the painted stall
, And passing coaches crush thy tortur'd bone,
Brush not thy sweeping skirt too near the wall: Or wheels inclose the road; on either hand
Thy heedless sleeve will drink the colour'd oil,
Amidst the frequent dangers of the night?
Be sure observe where brown Ostrea stands,
With firmest nerves, design'd to walk the street?
And think'st thou not the double nostril meant
Who can the various city frauds recite,
Who now the guinea-dropper’s bait regards, But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar
Why should I warn thee ne'er to join the fray, When rakes resist their power; if hapless you
He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree,
Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep. The harlot's guileful paths, who nightly stand His scatter'd pence the flying nicker flings, Where Catherine-street descends into the Strand; And with the copper shower the casement rings. Say, vagrant Muse, their wiles and subtle arts, Who has not heard the Scowerer's midnight fame? To lure the strangers’ unsuspecting hearts :
Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name?
Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds?
O'er the stones thunders, bounds from side to side:
Or arched vaults their gaping jaws extend,
Or the dark caves to common-shores descend;
Ere night has half rollid round her ebon throne;
Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke,
And from the cracking axle flies the spoke.
That led the sailor through the stormy way,
Was from its rocky roots by billows torn,
And the high turret in the whirlwind borne;
And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed ?
But hark! distress with screaming voice draws
And borne by winds the scattering sparks arise ;
From beam to beam the fierce contagion spreads;
The spiry flames now lift aloft their heads;
Through the burst sash a blazing deluge pours,
And splitting tiles descend in rattling showers; Canst thou forego roast-beef for nauseous pills?
Now with thick crowds th' enlighten'd pavement
The fireman sweats beneath his crooked arms;
A leathern casque his venturous head defends,
Boldly he climbs where thickest smoke ascends;
Mov'd by the mother's streaming eyes
The helpless infant through the flame he bears, And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain.
With no less virtue, than through hostile fire
The Dardan hero bore his aged sire.
See forceful engines spout their levell’d streams,
To quench the blaze that runs along the beams; And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm.