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And when in death my vows shall cease,
Song. — By a Man.
While pity barmoniz'd the whole.
- By a WOMAN. - Pastorale.
LETTER, IN PROSR AND VERSB, TO MRS. RUNBURY. Madam: I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could require, but after all find so much to object to, and so much to raise my indignation, that I cannot help giving it a serious answer. I am not so ignorant, Madam, as not to see there are many sarcasms contained in it, and solecisms also, (80lecism is a word that comes from the town of Soleis in Attica among the Greeks, built by Solon, and applied as we use the word Kidderminster for curtains from a town also of that Dame; but this is learning you have no taste for.) - I say, Madam, there are sarcasms in it and solecisms also. But, not to seem an illnatured critic, I'll take leave to quote your own words, and give you my remarks upon them as they occur. You begin as follows:
“I hope, my good Doctor, you soon will be here,
To open our ball the first day in the year.” Pray, Madam, where did you ever find the epithet "good" applied to the title of Doctor? Had you called me learned Doctor, or grave Doctor, or noble Doctor, it might be allowable, because they belong to the profession. But, not to cavil at trifles, you talk of my spring velvet coat, and advise me to wear it the first day in the year, that is in the middle of winter; - a spring velvet in the middle of winter!!! That would be a solecism indeed; and yet, to increase the inconsistence, in another part of your letter you call me a beau: now, on one side or other, you must be wrong. If I am a beau, I can never think of wearing a spring velvet in winter; and if I am not a beau - why-- then
- that explains itself. But let me go on to your two next strange lines :
“And bring with you a wig that is modish and gay,
To dance with the girls that are making of bay." The absurdity of making bay at Christmas you yourself seem sensible of; you say your sister will laugh, and so indeed she well may. The Latins have an expression for a contemptuous sort of laughter, Naso contemnere adunco; that is, to laugh with a crooked nose; she may laugh at you in the manner of the ancients if she thinks fit. But now I am come to the most extraordinary of all extraordinary propositions, which is, to take your and your sister's advice in playing at loo. The presumption of the offer raises my indignation beyond the bounds of prose; it inspires me at once with verse and resentment, I take advice! And from whom? You shall hear,
First let me suppose, what may shortly be true, The company set and the word to be loo;
All smirking and pleasant and big with adventure,
ptinue to sigh on, Till made by my losses as bold as a lion. I venture at all; while my avarice regards The whole pool as my own. Come, give me five cards. Well done! cry the ladies; ah! Doctor, that 's good, The pool 's very rich. Ahl the Doctor is loo'd. Thus foiled in my courage, on all sides perplext , I ask for advice from the lady that's next. Pray, Ma'am, be so good as to give your advice; Don't you think the best way is to venture for 't twice? I advise, cries the lady, to try it I own; Ah! the Doctor is loo'd. Come Doctor, put down. Thus playing and playing I still grow more eager, And so bold and so bold, I'm at last a bold beggar. Now, ladies, I ask if law inatters you 're skilled in, Whether crimes such as yours should not come before Fielding; For giving advice that is not worth a straw, May well be called picking of pockets in law; And picking of pockets with which I now charge ye,
Is by Quinto Elizabeth, death without clergy.
There's the parish of Edmonton offers forty pouud There's the parish of St. Leonard, Shoreditch, offers forty pound There's the parish of Tyburn, from the Hog in the Pound to St. Giles's Watchhouse, offers forty pound - I shall have all that if I convict them.
But consider their case, it may yet be your own,
I challenge you all to answer this. I tell you, you cannot. It cuts deep; but now for the rest of the letter; and next - but I want room. - So I believe I shall battle the rest out at Barton some day next woek. – I don't value you all.