That men of his coat fhould be minding their pray❜rs,

And not among ladies to give themselves

airs.

Thus argu'd my lady, but argu'd in vain; The knight his opinion refolv'd to maintain.

But + Hannah, who liften'd to all that

was past,

And could not endure fo vulgar a taste, As foon as her ladyfhip call'd to be dreft, Cry'd, madam, why surely my master's pof

feft.

Sir Arthur the maltfter; how fine it will found!

I'd rather the bawn were funk under ground. But madam, I guess'd there would never come good,

When I faw him fo often with * Darby and Wood.

And now my dream's out; for I was adream'd

That I faw a huge rat, O dear, how I fcream'd!

man.

My lady's waitingwo

*Two of Sir Arthur's ma

nagers.

And

And after, methought, I had loft my new fhoes;

And Molly, she said, I should hear fome ill

news.

Dear madam, had you but the spirit to

teaze,

You might have a barrack whenever you please:

And, madam, I always believ'd you fo ftout, That for twenty denials you would not give out.

If I had a husband like him, I purtest, 'Till he gave me my will, I would give him no reft;

And rather than come in the fame pair of sheets

With fuch a cross man, I would lie in the ftreets:

But, madam, I beg you contrive and invent, And worry him out, 'till he gives his confent.

Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think,

An I were to be hang'd I can't fleep a

wink:

VOL. VII.

L

For

For if a new crotchet comes into my brain,
I can't get it out, tho' I'd never fo fain.
I fancy already a barrack contriv'd
At HAMILTON'S bawn, and the troop is
arriv'd;

Of this to be fure Sir Arthur has warning, And waits on the captain betimes the next morning.

Now fce when they meet how their honours behave;

Noble captain your fervant-Sir Arthur your flave;

You honour me much-the honour is

mine,—

'Twas a fad rainy night-but the morning is fine

Pray how does my lady?-my wife's at your service.

I think I have seen her picture by Jervis.Good-morrow, good captain, I'll wait on you down

You fha'n't ftir a foot-you'll think me a clown

For all the world, captain, not half an inch farther

You must be obey'd-your fervant, Sir

Arthur;

My

My humble refpects to my lady unknown.--
will ufe my

Ω

I hope you

house as your own.

"Go bring me my fmock, and leave
"off your prate,

Thou haft certainly gotten a cup in thy

pate."

Pray madam be quiet; what was it I
faid?-

You had like to have put it quite out of
my head.

Next day, to be fure, the captain will

come

At the head of his troops, with trumpet
and drum :

Now, madam, observe how he marches in
ftate :

The man with the kettle-drum enters the

gate:

Dub, dub, adub, dub. The trumpeters
follow,

Tantara, tantara, while all the boys hol-
low.

See now comes the captain all daub'd with
gold lace:

O law! the sweet gentleman! look in his

And

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And fee how he rides like a lord of the land, With the fine flaming fword that he holds in his hand;

And his horfe, the dear creter, it prances and rears;

With ribbons in knots at its tail and its

ears:

At laft comes the troop, by the word of command,

Drawn up in our court; when the captain cries, STAND.

Your ladyship lifts up the fafh to be feen (For fure I had dizen'd you out like a queen); The captain, to fhew he is proud of the favour,

Looks up to your window, and cocks up

his beaver

(His beaver is cock'd; pray, madam, mark that,

For a captain of horse never takes off his hat;

Because he has never a hand that is idle; For the right holds the fword, and the left holds the bridle).

Then flourishes thrice his fword in the air, As a compliment due to a lady fo fair;