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Proud baronet of Nova Scotia!

The dean and Spaniard muft reproach ye:
Of their two fames the world enough rings;
Where are thy fervices and fuff'rings?
What if for nothing once you kift,
Against the grain, a monarch's fift?
What if, among the courtly tribe,
You loft a place, and sav'd a bribe?
And then in furly mood came here
To fifteen hundrd pounds a year,
And fierce against the whigs harangu'd?
You never ventur'd to be hang'd.
How dare you treat your betters thus?
Are you to be compar'd with us?

Come, Spaniard, let us from our farms
Call forth our cottagers to arms;
Our forces let us both unite,
Attack the foe at left and right;
From Market-hill's exalted head,
Full northward let your troops be led;
While I from Drapier's-mount defcend,
And to the fouth my fquadrons bend.
New-river-walk with friendly fhade
Shall keep my hoft in ambuscade;
While you,

from where the bafon ftands,

Shall fcale the rampart with your bands.

Nor

Nor need we doubt the fort to win;
I hold intelligence within.

True, lady Anne no danger fears,
Brave as the Upton fan fhe wears;
Then, left upon our first attack
Her valiant arm fhould force us back,
And we of all our hopes depriv'd;
I have a ftratagem contriv'd.

By these embroider'd high-heel'd fhoes
She fhall be caught as in a noofe;
So well contriv'd her toes to pinch,
She'll not have power to ftir an inch;
These gaudy fhoes muft * Hannah place
Direct before her lady's face;

The fhoes put on, our faithful portress
Admits us in to ftorm the fortress;
While tortur'd madam bound remains,
Like Montezume in golden chains,
Or like a cat with walnuts fhod,
Stumbling at every step the trod.
Sly hunters thus, in Borneo's ifle,
To catch a monkey by a wile,
The mimic animal amufe;

They place before him gloves and fhoes;
Which when the brute puts aukward on;
All his agility is gone:

*My lady's waiting-maid.

In vain to frifk or climb he tries;
The huntsmen seize the grinning prize,

on,

But let us on our firft affault Secure the larder and the vault: The valiant * Dennis you must fix And I'll engage with + Peggy Dixon: Then, if we once can feize the key And cheft, that keeps my lady's tea, ⠀⠀ They muft furrender at difcretion, And foon as we have gain'd poffeffion, We'll act as other conqu'rors do, Divide the realm between us two: Then (let me fee) we'll make the knight Our clerk, for he can read and write; But must not think, I tell him that, Like + Lorimer to wear his hat; Yet, when we dine without a friend, We'll place him at the lower end. Madam, whose skill does all in dress lie, May serve to wait on Mrs. Leflie; But, left it might not be fo proper That her own maid fhould over-top her To mortify the creature more,

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We'll take her heels five inches low'r.

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'Twill be our int'reft to get rid of her:
And when we execute our plot,
'Tis beft to hang her on the fpot;
As all your politicians wife

Dispatch the rogues by whom they rise.

T

RAULUS.

A Dialogue between TOM and ROBIN.

The Firft PART.

Written in the Year 1730.

Tom. SAY, Robin, what can Traulus mean
By bell'wing thus against the dean?

Why does he call him paltry fcribbler,
Papift, and jacobite, and lib'ler?

Yet cannot prove a single fact?

Robin. Forgive him, Tom, his head is crackt.

Tom. What mifchief can the dean have

done him,

That Traulus calls for vengeance on him?

Why

Why muft he sputter, fpawl, and flaver it
In vain against the people's fav'rite?
Revile that nation-faving paper,

Which gave the dean the name of Drapier?

Robin. Why, Tom, I think the cafe is plain, Party and spleen have turn'd his brain.

Tom. Such friendship never man profest, The dean was never fo careft; For Traulus long his rancour nurs'd, 'Till, God knows why, at laft it burst. That clumfy outfide of a porter, How could it thus conceal a courtier ?

Robin. I own, appearances are bad; Yet ftill infift the man is mad.

Tom. Yet many a wretch in Bedlam knows How to diftinguish friends from foes; And, though perhaps among the rout, He wildly flings his filth about; He ftill has gratitude and fap'ence, To fpare the folks that give him ha'pence; Nor in their eyes at random piffes, But turns afide like mad Ulyffes: While Traulus all his ordure scatters To foul the man he chiefly flatters.

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