"From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll

roam,

"Ah never will return, or bring thee home. "But who hath eyes to trace the paffing "wind?

"How then thy fairy footsteps can I find? "Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone "In the green thicket of a moffy ftone; "Or, tumbled from the toadstool's flipp'ry "round,

"Perhaps all maim'd lie grov❜ling on the ground?

"Doft thou, imbofom'd in the lovely rose, “Or funk within the peach's down, repose? "Within the king-cup if thy limbs are spread, "Or in the golden cowflip's velvet head, "O fhew me, Flora, 'midft those sweets, "the flow'r

"Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant "bow'r!

"But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves "On little females, and on little loves ; "Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, "The baby play-things that adorn thy house, "Doors, windows, chimnies, and the spa"cious rooms,

"Equal in fize to cells of honey-combs ;

"Haft

"Haft thou for these now ventur'd from the

❝ shore,

"Thy barka bean-fhell, and aftraw thineoar? "Or in thy box, now bounding on the main, "Shall I ne'er bear thyfelf and house again? "And fhall I fet thee on my hand no more, "To fee thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er "My fpacious palm? of ftature scarce a fpan, "Mimick the actions of a real man?

"No more behold thee turn my watch's key, "As feamen at a capftern anchors weigh? "How wer't thou wont to walk with cauticc ous tread,

"A difh of tea, like milk-pail, on thy head? "How chase the mite that bore thy cheese << away,

"And keep the rolling maggot at a bay ?”

She faid; but broken accents stopt her voice, Soft as the fpeaking-trumpet's mellow noife: She fobb'd a ftorm, and wip'd her flowing

eyes,

Which feem'd like two broad funs in misty

skies.

O fquander not thy grief! thofe tears command

To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland : The plenteous pickle fhall preserve the fish, And Europe taste thy forrows in a dish.

VOL. VI.

P

* MARY

то

'Captain LE MUEL GULLIVER.

ARGUMENT.

The captain, fome time after his return, being retired to Mr. Sympfon's in the country, Mrs. Gulliver, apprehending from his late behaviour fome eftrangement of bis affections, writes him the following expoftulating, footbing, and tenderly complaining epiftle.

WELCOME, thrice welcome, to thy

native place!

-What, touch me not; what, fhun a wife's embrace?

Have I for this thy tedious abfence borne, And wak'd, and wish'd whole nights for thy return?

In five long years I took no fecond spouse ; What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows? Your eyes, your nofe, inconftancy betray; Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn away. 'Tis faid, that thou fhould'ft cleave unto thy, wife;

Once thou did❜ft cleave, and I could cleave for life.

Hear, and relent! hark how thy children

moan!

Be kind at least to thefe; they are thy own:

Be

Be bold, and count them all; fecure to find The honeft number that you left behind. See how they pat thee with their pretty paws: Why start you? are they fnakes? or have they claws?

Thy chriftian feed, our mutual flesh and bone:

Be kind at least to these; they are thy own. Biddel, like thee, might fartheft India

rove;

He chang'd his country, but retain'd his love.

There's captain Pennel absent half his life, Comes back, and is the kinder to his wife. Yet Pennel's wife is brown compar'd to me, And Mrs. Biddel fure is fifty-three.

Not touch me! never neighbour call'd me. flut:

Was Flimnap's dame more fweet in Lilliput? I've no red hair to breathe an odious fume; At least thy confort's cleaner than thy groom. Why then that dirty stable-boy thy care? What mean thofe vifits to the forrel-mare? Say, by what witchcraft, or what dæmon led, Preferr'ft thou litter to the marriage bed!

Names of the fea-captains mention'd in Gulliver's travels.

Some fay the devil himself is in that mare : If so, our dean fhall drive him forth by pray'r.

Some think you mad, fome think you are poffeft,

That Bedlam and clean ftraw will fuit you beft.

Vain means, alas, this frenzy to appease ! That fraw, that straw would heighten the disease.

My bed (the scene of all our former joys, Witnefs two lovely girls, two lovely boys) Alone I prefs; in dreams I call my dear, I ftretch my hand; no Gulliver is there! I wake, I rise, and shiv'ring with the frost Search all the house; my Gulliver is loft! Forth in the street I rush with frantick cries; The windows open, all the neighbours rife ; Where fleeps my Gulliver? O tell me where! The neighbours answer, "With the forrel "mare".

At early morn I to the market hafte, (Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy tafte;) A curious fowl and fparagrafs I chofe, (For I remember you were fond of those :) Three fhillings coft the firft, the last fev'n groats:

Sullen you turn from both, and call for oats, Others