And now by thousands up they crawl Down on his knees the Bishop fell, The faw of their teeth without he could hear. And through the walls by thoufands they pour, They have whetted their teeth against the stones, A TRUE BALLAD OF A POPE.. [From the Morning Poft.] T is the Bishop Athendius, IT Who now at even tide, Taking the air, and faying a pray'r, The Devil had bufinefs that evening, He had his books to fettle,. And up to earth he hied, To do it there, in the ev'ning air,. His imps came flying around him, Of his affairs to tell, From the north and the fouth, and the east and the west, The things they had done, and the fouls they had won, There There came a Devil posting in, Seven years had he been gone from Hell, And now he came grinning for joy. "Seven years," quoth he, "of trouble and toil He wagg'd his ears, he twifted his tail, In his hoofs and his horns, in his heels and his corns, The Bishop, who beheld all this, Straight how to act bethought him; And he faid a Pater-nofter As faft as he could say, And he made a crofs on the Devil's head, Away, away, the Devil flew, All through the clear moonlight; Without faddle or bridle, or whip or fpur, The beads of the Bifhop are hanging before, They met a witch, and fhe hail'd them, As foon as fhe came within call. "Ave Maria!" the Bishop exclaim'd, It frighten'd her broomstick, and fhe got a fall. They They ran against a shooting star, So faft, for fear, did he fail; And he fing'd the beard of the Bishop And he went between the horns of the moon, With Athendius on his back; And there was an eclipfe that night Which was not in the Almanack. The Bishop just as they set out And he was by the bed of the Pope The Pope fell down upon his knees And he confefs'd the deadly fin, And all the popes in bliss that be But what was this t the Pope had done To bind himself to Hell? Ah! that is the myft'ry of this wonderful hift'ry, But would you know, to Hell you must go, It is a broad and well-known road, Which is travell'd by night and by day. And you must look in the Devil's book, And that is the myft'ry of this wonderful hift'ry, LINES ON THREE LADIES SKATING AT THE LONG in Nature and Art for fome attitudes new, The school-models Kauffman had fearch'd through and through, All female creation fhe traces. For Art, fhe ftill found that the Grecians of old One pofition alone fhe had left to unfold, CHE J. S. Gray's Inn. TO GEORGINA'S EYES. HERUB divine! thy beauteous infant eyes To mortal orbs fuch radiance ne'er was given! Or with deceit your Miftrefs fair parfue;- Sweet child thy fire's example lov'd to grace, *Her Grace the Dutchefs of Devonshire. PHAON. IT INSTRUCTION TO LADIES OF TON. [From the Oracle.] FAIR CREATURES! is the height of prefumption in any mortal to have the confidence even to addrefs you; but what fhall be faid of the daring arrogance of that lucklefs wight who shall attempt to inftruct you! you, who, when you throw off your leading-ftrings, difcard every preceptor but those who profefs the liberal arts of compofing cofmetics, gowns (not garments), and frizzled Brutus-es !-but, as John Dryden fings, “None but the brave deserve the fair!' I'll e'en venture, though firft it may be incorrect, to particularize the defcription of Ladies I mean to have the honour of addreffing, and, if poffible, of inftructing. I do not addrefs myself to you who fave, but to you who spend money-not to you who are economical, but to you who are extravagant-not to you who pay, but to you who contract debts-not to you who ftudy the comfort, but you who break alike the hearts and purfes of your husbands-not to you who are ftrictly virtuous, but you who keep up appearances in fhort, I addrefs to "the Ladies of Ton" the following inftructions: If you should have the misfortune to poffefs a good natural complexion, ufe every endeavour to destroy it with rouge, fard, &c.-clear white and red may do for a milkmaid, but is outré in a Lady of Ton. In fummer dress warm, and in winter half-naked.— Never go to bed till fun-rife, nor rife till near fun-fet; fo fhall you have an opportunity of obferving that glorious luminary at the two moft advantageous periods. Be nervous in the extreme; ftart and cry at the fight of a moufe; but drive unconcerned over a decrepit beggar in the ftreet. N. B. This diforder will authorize |