(Happy beyond the race of man is he

Who boasts a heart from greater foibles free,)
O let me ftill the fweet delufion prove,

Still keep the Folly which fo much I love,

Nor ever try, with useless Wisdom, kind,

To tear this favorite Error from my

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In robes of virgin white, the fields inclose;

When Beaux, and Belles, their rural feats forego, For the gay feats of ALMACK's and SOнO:

When to his confort's wifh the sportsman yields,

And quits, for GROSVENOR-SQUARE, the froft

bound fields;

What time ftout Labor waking rears his head,

And jaded Luxury just thinks of bed;

Tir'd with the toilfome pleasures of the day,

Stretch'd on my couch with weary limbs I lay:

Then,

Then, as diforder'd flumbers clos'd my eyes,

This ftrange fantastic vifion feem'd to rife.

Methought my footsteps trod a fpacious plain, Of fize, affembled nations to contain:

Expos'd to fight, nor fcreen'd by fheltering wood, Full in the midst a fpacious building stood.

In various ornaments, on every part,

Had ARCHITECTURE lavifh'd all her art;

Here GRECIAN columns GOTHIC ftructures bear,

Gay CHINA spreads her painted arches there;
The artist's skill, to charm the roving view,

Had mix'd old orders, and invented new.

High in the dome, on maffy pillars rear'd,
Rich with refulgent gems, a throne appear'd,
Where, deck'd in all the pomp of regal ftate,
'Mid gazing crouds, a female figure fat;

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And,while ten thousand tongues her power proclaim,

The vaulted roofs re-echo FASHION's name.

Round her a train of bufy nymphs are feen,
Dreffing with skilful hands their haughty queen :
Some plait her robes, her washes fome prepare,
Some paint her cheeks, and fome adorn her hair;
Still through perpetual change their labors run,

One moment alters, what the laft had done.
Numbers each art to gain her favor try,

And watch the varying motions of her eye;

At her command employ their utmost skill,

And yield their minds, and bodies, to her will;

Lay health, and fame, and fortune, all afide,

To follow blindly where her mandates guide.
Let but the worfhipp'd Goddefs give the word,
No toil feems difficult, no fcheme abfurd.
Pale Sickness tries each art that can avail,
To make her faded features yet more pale;

While rofy Health's capricious fingers spread,

On her fresh blooming cheeks, a foreign red.
The weakly ftripling, fainting with the pace,
Urges o'er hill, and dale, the breathlefs chace;
While the ftout brawny youth, in languid ftrains,
Of tender frame, and fhatter'd nerves, complains.
Nobles, whofe fires for freedom bravely stood,

Or feal'd her facred charter with their blood,
Glory their country's honor to have fold,
And proftitute their dearest rights for gold;
In BRITAIN'S caufe while patriot Porters cry,
And Butchers bellow, WILKES and LIBERTY!

As at this motley fcene, in wild amaze, On every fide with wondering eyes I gaze, Sudden, methought, I heard the clarion's notes;

Loud on the wind the martial clamour floats!—

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