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Let loofe, juft Heav'n! each virulent difeafe, ..*
But save us from such murderers as these !
Might Bendo live but half a patriarch's age, st 99,
Th’unpeopled world would fink beneath his rage;
Nor need, t'appease the jaft Creator's ire,
A second deluge, or consuming fire.
He winks one eye, and knits his brow fevere,
Then from his hand launches the flying sphere;
Out of the green the guiltless wood he hurl'd,
Swift as his patients from this nether world:
Then grinn'd malignant; but the jocund crowd
Deride his senseless rage, and thout aloud.
Next, Zadock, 'tis thy turn, imperious prieft!
Still late at church, but early at a feast. ·
No turkey-cock appears with better grace ;
His garments black, vermilion paints his face:
His wattles hang upon his ftiffen'd band,
His platter feet upon the trigger stand,
He grasps the bowl in his rough brawny hand:
Then squatting down, with his grey goggle eyes,
He takes his aim, and at the mark it flies.
Zadock pursues, and wabbles o'er the plain ;
But shakes his ftrutting paunch, and ambles on in vain :
For, oh! wide erring, to the left it glides ;
The inmate lead the lighter wood misguides.
He sharp reproofs with kind entreaties joins,
Then on the counter side with pain reclines,
As if he meant to regulate it's course,
By pow'r attractive and magnetick force.
Now, almoft in despair, he raves, he storms,
Writhes his unwieldy trunk in various forms.
Unhappy Proteus ! ftill in vain he tries
A thousand fhapes; the bowl erroneous flies,
Deaf to his pray’rs, regardless of his cries:
His puffing cheeks with rifing rage inflame,
And all his sparkling rubies glow with fhame.
Bendo's proud heart, proof against Fortune's frown, Resolves once more to make the prize his own :: i.!:..17 Cautious he plods, surveying all the green, And measures with his eye the space between.
i But as on him 'twas a peculiar curse To fall froin one extreme into a worse ; Conscious of too much vigour, now for fear
:) He should exceed, at hand he checks the sphere. Soon as he found it's languid force decay, And the tou weak impression die away, Quick after it he icuds; urges behind, Step after itep; and now, with anxicus mind, Hangs o'er the bowl, flow-creeping on the plain, And chides it's faint efforts, and bawls amain : Then on the guiltiels green the blame to lay,
Curfes the mountains that obitruct his way ; "Brazens it out with an audacious face, Ilis infolence improving by disgrace.
Zadock, who now with three black mugs had chear'd His drooping heart, and his funk fpirits rear'd,
; Advances to the tries with folemn pace, And ruddy hope fits blooming on his face. The bowl hè pois d ; with pain his hams he bends ; :) in On well-chole ground unto the mark it tends : Each adverse heart pants with unusual fear, With joy he follows the propitious sphere. Alas! how frail is ev'ry mortal scheme ! We build on sand, our happiness a dream. i. :$51.jpg Bendo's short bowl stops the prond victor's course, Purloins his famę, and deadens all it's force. At Ben do from each corner of his eyes : He darts malignant rays, then mutt'ring fies Into the bow*r; there, panting and half dead, la thick rundungus clouds he hides his head.
Muse! raise thy voice ; to win the glorious prize, Diu all the fury of the battle rile.
These but the light-arm'd champions of the field ; :?
See Griper there, a veteran well skill'd!
This able pilot knows to steer a cause
Thro’all the rocks and shallows of the laws;
Or if 'tis wreck’d, his trembling client favés
On the next plank, and disappoints the waves.
In this, at least, all histories agree,
That tho he lost his causese fav’d his fee.
When the fat client looks in jovial plight,
How complaisant the man ! each point how right!
But if th' abandon's orphan puts his cafe,
And poverty fits thrinking on his face-
How like a cur he snarls, when at the door
For broken scraps he quarrels with the poor !
The farmer's oracle, when rent-day's near,
And landlords, by forbearance, are severe;
When huntsmen trespass, or his neighbour's swine ;
Or tatter'd Crape extorts, by right divine.
Him all the rich their contributions pay,
Him all the poor with aching hearts obey !
He in his swan-skin doublet ftruts along;
Now begs, and now rebukes the prefling throng.
A passage clear’d, he takes his aim with care,
And gently from his hand lets loose the sphere:
Smooth as a swallow o'er the plain it fies,
While he pursues it's track with eager eyes ;
It's hopeful course approv'd, he fouts aloud,
Claps both his hands, and justles through the crowd.
Hov'ring a while, foon at the mark it stood,
Hung o'er inclin'd, and fondly kifs'd the wood.c:13:
Loud is th' applaufe of ev'ry betting friend, 1'' 165 !!
And peals of clam'rous joy the concave rend: region
But in each hoftile face a dismal gloom,
Appears, the fad prefage of loss to come. !!! Wir
'Mong these Trebellius, with a mournful air NE
3. Of livid hue, just dying with despair,
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Shuffles about, screws his chop-fallen face,
And no whipp'd gig fo often shifts his place ;
Then gives his fage advice with wondrous fill,
Which no man ever heeds, or ever will:
Yet he persists, instructing to confound,
And with his cane points out the dubious ground.
Strong Nimrod now, fresh as the rising dawn,
Appears ; his finewy limbs and folid brawn
The gazing crowd admires. He nor in courts
Delights, nor pompous balls ; but rural sports
Are his soul's joy. At the horn's brik alarms
He Thakes th’ unwilling Phillis from his arms;
Mounts with the sun, begins his bold career,
To chase the wily fox or rambling deer.
So Hercules, by Juno's dread command,
From savage beasts and monsters freed the land.
Hark! from the covert of yon gloomy brake
Harmonious thunder rolls, the forests fhake!
Men, boys, and dogs, impatient for the chace,
Tumultuous transports fluth in ev'ry face!
With ears erect the courser paws the ground,
Hills, vales, and hollow rocks, with chearing cries resound.
• Drive down the precipice, brave youths ! with speed;
• Bound o’er the river banks, and smoke along the mead!'
But whither would the devious Muse pursue
The pleasing thenie, and my past joys renew?
Another labour now demands thy song.-
Stretch'd in two ranks, behold th’expecting throng,
As Nimrod poisid the sphere. His arm he drew
Back like an arrow in the Parthian yew,
Then launch'd the whirling globe, and full as swift it flew :
Bowls dash'd on bowls confounded all the plain ;
Safe stood the foe, well-cover'd by his train.
Assaulted tyrants thus their guard defends,
Escaping by the ruin of their friends.
But now he stands expos’d, their order broke,
And seems to dread the next decisive stroke.
So at some bloody fiege, the pond'rous ball
Batters with ceaseless rage the crumbling ivall,
(A breach once made ;) soon galls the naked town,
Riots in blood, and heaps on heaps are thrown.
Each avenue thus clear'd, with aching heart
Griper beheld, exerting all his art ;
Once more resolves to check his furious fae,
Block up the passage, and elude the blow.
With cautious hand, and with less force, he threw
The well-pois’d sphere, that gently circling flew;
But stopping short, cover'd the mark from view.,
So little Teucer, on the well-fought field,
Securely sculk'd behind his brother's fhield.
Nimrod, in dangers bold, whose heart elate
Nor courted Fortune's smiles, nor fear'd her hate,
Perplex'd, but not discourag’d, walk'd around,
With curious eye examin'd all the ground;
Not the least op’ning in the front was found.
Sideway he leans, declining to the right,
And marks his way, and moderates his might.
Smooth gliding o'er the plain th' obedient sphere
Held on it's dubious road, while hope and fear
Alternate ebb’d and flow'd in ev'ry breast:
Now rolling nearer to the mark it press’d;
Then chang'd it's course, by the strong bias reinid,
And on the foe discharg'd the force that yet remain'da
Smart was the froke ; away the rival fled :
The bold intruder triumph'd in his stead.
Victorious Nimrod feiz'd the glitt'ring prize ;
Shouts of outrageous joy invade the skies :
Hands, tongues, and caps, exalt the victor's fame;
Sabrina's banks return him loud acclaim.