 pill prolong her days,
For whom, so oft, to Marybone, alack!
Thy sorrels dragg'd thee thro' the worst of ways?
 
Oil-dropping Twick'nham did not then detain
Thy steps, tho' tended by the Cambrian maids;
Nor the sweet environs of Drury-lane;
Nor dusty Pimlico's embow'ring shades;
Nor Whitehall, by the river's bank,
Beset with rowers dank;
Nor where th' Exchange pours forth its tawny sons;
Nor where to mix with offal, soil and blood,
Steep Snowhill rolls the sable flood;
Nor where the Mint's contaminated kennel runs:
Ill doth it now beseem,
That thou should'st doze and dream,
When death in mortal armour came,
And struck with ruthless dart the gentle dame.
 
Her lib'ral hand and sympathising breast,
The brute creation kindly bless'd:
Where'er she trod grimalkin purr'd around,
The squeaking pigs her bounty own'd;
Nor to the waddling duck or gabbling goose,
Did she glad sustenance refuse;
The strutting cock she daily fed,
And turky with his snout so red;
Of chickens careful as the pious hen,
Nor did she overlook the tomtit or the wren;
While redbreast hopp'd before her in the hall,
As if she common mother were of all.
 
For my distracted mind,
What comfort can I find?
O best of grannams! thou art dead and gone,
And I am left behind to weep and moan,
To sing thy dirge in sad funereal lay,
Ah! woe is me! alack! and well-a-day!
 
These interjections at the close of this pathetic elegy, were not pronounced
without the sobs and tears of the author, who looked wishfully around him for
applause, and having wiped his eyes, asked the chairman's opinion of what he had
read. That cynical gentleman, who had no great devotion for the Arcadian,
answered with a most equivocal aspect, »Sad, very sad! sad enough to draw tears
from the eyes of a bum-bailiff.« But as the performance was submitted to the
criticism of the whole society, the epic poet stood up, and thus communicated
his sentiments.
    »Without entering upon a minute inquiry into the poetical merits of
particular images, I must in general observe, that the stanzas are so irregular
in point of measure, as well as in the number of the lines, that they cannot be
comprehended under any species of the ancient versification. Then there are many
dark allusions in the Anistrophe, which no reader can possibly
