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Till, for her vile atrocious lies,
Such was his fate whose upstart claim
• Why,' says the loudest, on my word, ' 'Tis not a likeness good, my Lord;
Nor, to be plain, for speak I must, • Can I pronounce one feature just.'
· Another effort straight was made,
Worse than the first —the critics bawl; .O what a mouth! how monstrous small ! Look at the cheeks, how lank and thin! See what a most preposterous chin!'
After remonstrance made in vain, • I'll,' says the Painter, ' once again • (If my good Lord vouchsafes to sit) * Try for a more successful hit: . If you'll to-morrow deign to call, "We'll have a piece to please you all."
To-morrow comes,-a Picture's plac'd Before those spurious sons of Taste, In their opinions all agree This is the vilest of the three. * Know,—to confute your envious pride, His Lordship from the canvas cried, • Know,—that it is my real face 'Where you could no resemblance trace: ' I've tried you by a lucky trick, “And prov'd your genius to the quick, • Void of all judgment-justice-senseOut-ye pretending Varlets !- hence.'
The Connoisseurs depart in haste, Despis’d-detected--and disgrac'd.
THE YOUTH AND THE PHILOSOPHER.
m. By William Whitehead.
At length quite vain, he needs would shéw
Triumphant to the goal return'd, With nobler thirst his bosom burn'd;
And now along th' indented plain,
Amazement seiz’d the circling crowd;
* Alas! unhappy Youth,' he cried, • Expect no praise from me, and sigh'd. • With indignation I survey is is irrid • Such skill and judgment thrown away.
The time profusely squander'd there,
If well employ'd, at less expence, • Had taught thee honour, virtue, sense, • And rais'd thee from a Coachman's fate, • To govern 'men, and guide the state.'is ;
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB... .in
. By Graves. A WOLF and Lamb, one sultry day, . To the same meadow chanc'd to stray: By thirst constrain'd they sought the rill That issu'd from a neighb'ring hill. . The Wolf stood near the fountain's head; The Lamb some distance down the mead...) Isgrim, who dearly lov’d disputes, ; .; With fell intent the Lamb salutes : : .
You, Sir, stand off! you tread the brink in; • And mud the stream so, there's no drinking!'.
The harmless Lamb, with much surprize, . Looks up, and, trembling, thus replies: . . • I can't conceive how that can be, Sir; . 1 "The stream runs down from you to me, Sir!';
You can't conceive! Come, don't be saucy; Ill let you know, Sir, what the laws say, • Besides you mutter'd, so and so, • Behind my back, six months ago.'
Upon my word, Sir, you mistake
I never could have such intention,