NEXT Day, to be fure, the Captain will come, At the Head of his Troop, with Trumpet and Drum: Now, Madam, obferve, how he marches in State: The Man with the Kettle-drum enters the Gate; Dub, dub, a-dub, dub. The Trumpeters follow, Tantara, tantara, while all the Boys hollow. See, now comes the Captain all dawb'd with gold

Lace:

O law! the fweet Gentleman! look in his Face;
And fee how he rides like a Lord of the Land,

With the fine flaming Sword that he holds in his

Hand;

And his Horfe, the dear Creter, it prances and rears, With Ribbins 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 Safh to be seen, (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 Horfe never takes off his Hat;

Becaufe

Because he has never a Hand that is idle;

For, the Right holds the Sword, and the Left holds

the Bridle,)

Then flourishes thrice his Sword in the Air,

As a Compliment due to a Lady fo fair;

How I tremble to think of the Blood it hath spilt!
Then he low'rs down the Point, and kiffes the Hilt.
Your Ladyship fmiles, and thus you begin;
Pray, Captain, be pleas'd to light, and walk in :
The Captain falutes you with Congee profound;
And your Ladyship curchyes half way to the Ground.

KIT, run to your Mafter, and bid him come to us. I'm fure he'll be proud of the Honour you do us; And, Captain, you'll do us the Favour to stay, And take a fhort Dinner here with us to-Day: You're heartily welcome: But as for good Chear, You come in the very worst Time of the Year; If I had expected fo worthy a Guest :---Lord! Madam! your Ladyfhip fure is in jeft; You banter me, Madam, the Kingdom muft grant--You Officers, Captain, are fo complaifant.

HIST,

"HIST, Huzzy, I think I hear fome Body

coming

No, Madam; 'tis only Sir Arthur a humming.

To fhorten my Tale, (for I hate a long Story,) The Captain at Dinner appears in his Glory; The Dean and the † Doctor have humbled their

Pride,

For the Captain's entreated to fit by your Side;
And, because he's their Betters, you carve for him

firft,

The Parfons, for Envy, are ready to burft:

The Servants amaz'd, are scarce ever able,

To keep off their Eyes, as they wait at the Table; And, Molly and I have truft in our Nose,

To peep at the Captain, in all his fine Clo'es: Dear Madam, be fure he's a fine spoken Man, Do but hear on the Clergy how glib his Tongue ran; And, Madam, says he, if such Dinners you give, "You'll never want Parfons as long as you live; "I ne'er knew a Parfon without a good Nofe, "But the Devil's as welcome wherever he goes: " G--

† Dector Jenny, a Clergyman in the Neighbourhood.

" G--- d--- me, they bid us reform and repent,

"But, Z---s, by their Looks, they never keep Lent: "Mifter Curate, for all your grave Looks, I'm

afraid,

You caft a Sheep's Eye on her Ladyship's Maid; "I wifh fhe wou'd lend you her pretty white Hand, In mending your Caffock, and fmoothing your

Band:

(For the Dean was fo fhabby, and look'd like a

Ninny,

That the Captain fuppos'd he was Curate to Jenny.) "Whenever you fee a Caffock and Gown,

"A Hundred to One, but it covers a Clown; "Obferve how a Parfon comes into a Room, " G--- d--- me, he hobbles as bad as my Groom; "A Scholard, when juft from his College broke loofe,

"Can hardly tell how to cry Bo to a Goose; "Your Noveds, and Blutraks, and Omurs and Stuff,

By G--- they don't fignify this Pinch of Snuff.

"To

t Ovids, Plutarchs, Homers.

"To give a young Gentleman right Education,

"The Army's the only good School in the Nation;

My School-Mafter call'd me a Dunce and a Fool,

But at Cuffs I was always the Cock of the School; "I never cou'd take to my Book for the Blood o'me, And the Puppy confefs'd, he expected no Good

o'me.

"He caught me one Morning coquetting his Wife, "But he maul'd me, I ne'er was fo maul'd in my

Life:

"So, I took to the Road, and what's very odd, "The firft Man I robb'd was a Parfon by G---. Now Madam, you'll think it a strange Thing to

fay,

"But, the Sight of a Book makes me fick to this Day.

NEVER fince I was born did I hear so much Wit, And, Madam, I laugh'd till I thought I shou'd split. So, then you look'd fcornful, and snift at the Dean, As, who shou'd say, Now, am I ¶ Skinny and Lean? But,

Nick-Names for my Lady.