A Paftoral DIALOGUE, between RICHMOND-LODGE and MARBLE-HILL. Written June 1727, just after the News of the Death of George I. who died the 11th of that Month, in Germany. RICHMOND-LODGE is a Houfe with a small Park belonging to the Crown: It was ufually granted by the Crown for a Leafe of Years; the Duke of Ormonde was the last who had it. After his Exile, it was given to the Prince of Wales, by the King. The Prince and Princess usually passed their Summer there. It is within a Mile of Richmond. MARBLE-HILL is a Houfe built by Mrs. Howard, then of the Bed-chamber, now Countess of Suffolk, and Groom of the Stole to the Queen. It is on the Middlefex Side, near Twickenham, where Mr. Pope lives, and about two Miles from RichmondLodge. Mr. Pope was the Contriver of the Gardens, Lord Herbert the Architect, and the Dean of St. Patrick's chief Butler, and Keeper of the Ice-Houfe. Upon King George's Death, thefe two Houfes met, and had the following Dialogue. N Spight of Pope, in Spight of Gay, *IN Spight of And all that He or They can fay; Sing on I muft, and fing I will Of Richmond-Lodge, and Marble-Hill. LAST *Note, This Poem was carried to Court, and read to King GEORGE II, and Queen CAROLINE his Confort. LAST Friday Night, as Neighbours use, This Couple met to talk of News. For, by old Proverbs, it appears, That Walls have Tongues, and Hedges, Ears, Quoth Marble-Hall, right well I ween, The kingly Prophet well evinces, But, now He's grown a King, God wot, You fee, when Folks have got their Ends, Marble-H. My House was built but for a Show, My Lady's empty Pockets know: And, now she will not have a Shilling Had For, For, those we dext'rous Courtiers call, Muft fall, because our Masters rise. Richmond-L. My Mafter, fcarce a Fortnight fince, Was grown as wealthy as a Prince; But now it will be no fuch thing, But, like a King, to run in Debt. Marble-H. No more the Dean, that grave Divine, Shall keep the Key of my (no) Wine; My Ice-house rob as heretofore, And steal my Artichoaks no more; Poor Patty Blount no more be seen Bedraggled in my Walks fo green : Plump Johnny Gay will now elope; And here no more will dangle Pope. Richmond-L. Here won't the Dean, when he's to feek, To fpunge a Breakfast once a Week; To cry Whilft Lady Charlotte, like a Stroller, Marble-H. Some South-Sea Broker from the City, If e'er I ftoop beneath a crown'd Head: To place me with the Prince of Wales, None loves his King and Country better, Marble-H. Then, let him come and take a Nap, In Summer, on my verdant Lap: * Lady CHARLOTTE DE ROUSSY, a French Lady. +Marquis de MIRMONT, a French Man of Quality. Prefer Prefer our Villa's, where the Thames is, My Groves, my Ecchoes, and my Birds, Him twice a week I here expect, * To rattle Moody for Neglect; An idle Rogue, who fpends his Quartridge And I can hardly get him down Three times a Week to brush my Gown. Richmond-L. I pity you, dear Marble-Hill; But, hope to fee you flourish ftill, All Happiness- -and fo adieu. Marble-H. Kind Richmond-Lodge; the fame to you. *The Gardener. On CENSURE. Written in the Year 1727. E Wife, inftruct me to endure YE An Evil, which admits no Cure: Or, how this Evil can be born, Which breeds at once both Hate and Scorn, Bare |