In comes the family, but he fits ftill, Thinks, "Let them take the other chairs that will !" The Mafter thus accofts him, "Sir, you 're wet, "Pray have a cushion underneath your feet." Thinks he, "If I do fpoil it, need I care? I fee he has eleven more to fpare." Dinner 's brought up; the Wife is bid retreat, And at the upper end must be his feat. "This is not very ufual," thinks the Clown: "But is not all the family his own? "And why fhould I, for contradiction's fake, "Lofe a good dinner, which he bids me take? If from his table fhe difcarded be, What need I care! there is the more for me." After a while, the Daughter's bid to stand, And bring him whatsoever he 'll command. Thinks he, "The better from the fairer hand !" Young Mafter next must rise, to fill him wine, And ftarve himself, to fee the booby dine: } He does. The Father afks, "What have you there? "How dare you give a stranger Vinegar ?" "Sir, 'twas Champagne I gave him.”—“ Sir, indeed! "Take him and fcourge him till the rascal bleed; "Don't fpare him for his tears or age: I'll try "If Cat-of-nine-tails can excuse a lye." Thinks the Clown, "That 'twas wine, I do believe; "But fuch young rogues are aptest to deceive : They They were fuch hideous, filthy, poisonous stuff, "I'll burn the witch; 't'ent fitting she should live : "A pretty fancy this, to burn one's Wife! And, fince I find 'tis really your defign, "Pray let me juft ftep home, and fetch you mine." OF DREAMS. "For a Dream cometh through the multitude of Bufi"nefs." ECCLES. V. 4 "Somnia, quæ ludunt mente volitantibus umbris, “Non delubra deûm nec ab æthere numina mittunt, "Sed fibi quifque facit," &c. PETRONIUS. T HE flitting Dreams, that play before the wind, Nor by æthereal Beings fent us down, But each man is creator of his own: For, when their weary limbs are funk in ease, THE I THE ART OF MAKING PUDDINGS. I. HASTY PUDDING. SING of FOOD, by British Nurse defign'd, To make the Strippling brave, and Maiden kind. Delay not, Muse, in numbers to rehearse The pleasures of our life, and finews of our verse. Sometimes the frugal Matron feems in hafte, For, if burnt Milk fhould to the bottom stick, 10 20 Yet Yet ftill the Housewife brings in fresh supplies, Which, melting with the heat, its beams displays; A Silver foil bedeck'd with ftreams of Gold! وف 30 II. A HEDGE-HOG after a QUAKING-PUDDING. AS Neptune, when the three-tongued fork he takes, With ftrength divine the globe terrestrial shakes, The highest Hills, Nature's ftupendous Piles, Break with the force, and quiver into Ifles ; Yet on the ruins grow the lofty Pines, 35 And Snow unmelted in the vallies fhines: Thus when the Dame her HEDGE-HOG-PUDDING breaks, Her Fork indents irreparable ftreaks, The trembling lump, with Butter all around, III. PUDDINGS of VARIOUS COLOURS in a Dish. 40 YOU, Painter-like, now variegate the shade, So mix their colours, that each different plant * The two royal gardeners. KING. 2 IV. Making IV. Making of a GOOD PUDDING gets a GOOD YE Virgins, as these lines you kindly take, V. SACK and SUGAR to QUAKING-PUDDING. BUT where must our Confession first begin, VI. BROILED PUDDING. HID in the dark, we mortals feldom know From whence the fource of happiness may flow: 50 $5 Who to Broil'd Pudding would their thoughts have bent In fiercer flames than those which roaft her meat. VII. MUTTON PUDDING. Бо 1 6; ADVICE |