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THE COUNTRY-LIF E. Part of a Summer spent at GAULSTOWN-HOUSE. THALIA, tell in sober lays,
How George*, Nimt, Dan 1, Dean $, pafs their days; And, fhould our Gaulstown's art grow fallow, Yet Neget quis carmina Gallo ? Here (by the way) by Gallus mean I
5 Not Sheridan, but friend Delany. Begin, my Muse. First from our bowers We sally forth at different hours*; At seven the Dean, in night-gown drest, Goes round the house to wake the rest; At nine, grave Nim and George facetious Go to the Dean, to read Lucretius; At ten, my Lady comes and hectors, And killes George, and ends our lectures; And when she has him by the neck fast,
-15 Halls him, and scolds us down to breakfast. We squander there an hour or more, And then all hands, boys, to the oar, All, heteroclite Dan except, Who neither time nor order kept,
* Mr. Rochfort.
+ His brother, Mr. John Rochfort ; who was called Nimród, from his great attachment to the chace. Rev. Daniel Jackson. & Dr. Swift.
But, by peculiar whimsies drawn,
Peeps in the ponds to look for spawn ;
O’ersees the work, or Dragon * rows,
Or mars a text, or mends his hose ;
Or—but proceed we in our journal
At two, or after, we return all :
From the four elements assembling,
Warn’d by the bell, all folks come trembling : ', .
From airy garrets fome descend,
Some from the lake's remotest end :
My Lord it and Dean the fire forsake,
Dan leaves the earthly spade and rake:
The loiterers quake, no corner hides them,
And lady Betty soundly chides them.
Now water 's brought, and dinner's done :
35 With “ Church and King” the lady 's gone : (Not reckoning half an hour we pass In talking o'er a moderate glass). Dan, growing drowsy, like a thief Steals off to dose away his beef;
And this must pass for reading Hammond-
· While George and Dean go to backgammon.
George, Nim, and Dean, set out at four,
And then again, boys, to the oar.
But when the sun goes to the deep
45 (Not to disturb him in his sleep,
* A small boat so called. if Mr. Rochfort's father was lord chief baron of the exchequer in Ireland.
Or make a rumbling o'er his head,
His candle out, and he a-bed)
We watch his motions to a minute,
And leave the food when he goes in it.
Now stinted in the shortening day,
We go to prayers, and then to play,
Till supper comes; and after that
We fit an hour to drink and chat.
'Tis late--the old and younger pairs,
By Adam * lighted, walk up stairs.
Dean goes to his chamber;
And Nim and Dan to garret clamber.
So when the circle we have run,
The currain falls, and all is done.
I might have mention'd several facts,
Like episodes between the acts ;
And tell who loses and who wins,
Who gets a cold, who breaks his shins ;
How Dan caught nothing in his net,
And how the boat was overset.
For brevity I have retrench'd
How in the lake the Dean was drench'd :
It would be an exploit to brag on,
How valiant George rode o'er the Dragon ;
How steady in the storm he sat,
And say'd his oar, but lost his hat :
Now Nim. (no hunter e'er could match him)
Still brings us hares, when he can catch them :
How skilfully Dan mends his nets ;
How fortune fails him when he sets :
Or how the Dean delights tó vex
The ladies, and lampoon their sex :
I might have told how oft' dean Percivale
Displays his pedantry unmerciful,
How haughtily he cocks his nose,
To tell what every school-boy knows ;
And with his finger and his thumb,
Explaining, strikes opposers dumb :
But now there needs no more be said on it,
Nor how his wife, that female pedant,
Shews all her secrets of house-keeping;
For candles how the trucks her dripping ;
Was forc'd to send three miles for yeast,
To bre her ale, and raise her paste ;
you can think of,
How she cur'd Charly of the chin-cough;
her brats and pigs the measles,
And how her doves were kill'd by weasels ;
How Jowler howl'd, and what a fright
She had with dreams the other night.
But now, since I have gone so far
A word or two of lord chief baron;
And tell how little weight he sets
On all Whig papers and Gazettes ;
But for the politics of Pue,
Thinks every fyllable is true.
And since he owns the king of Sweden.
Is dead at last, without evading,
Now all his hopes are in the Czar
Why, Muscovy is not so far : “ Down the Black Sea, and up The Sureights,
And in a month he's at your gates ;
Perhaps, from what the packet brings,
“ By Christmas we shall see strange things."
Why should I tell of ponds and drains,
What carps we met with for our pains ;
Of sparrows tam'l, and nuts innumerable
To choak the girls, and to consume a rabble ?
But you, who are a scholar, know
How transient all things are below,
How prone to change is human life!
Lalt night arriv'd Clem * and his wife-
This grand event hath broke our measures;
Their reign began with cruel seizures :
The Dean must with his quilt supply
The bed in which those tyrants lie :
Nim lost his wig-block, Dan his jordan
(My lady says, she can't afford one);
George is half-scar'd out of his wits,
For Clem gets all the dainty bits.
Henceforth expe&t a different survey,
This house will soon turn topsy-turvey :
They talk of further alterations,
Which causes many speculations.