"For I knew it," he cried, " both eternally fail,
The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale;
But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party,
With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty.
The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew,
They both of them merry, and authors like
you:
The one writes the Snarler,' the other the Scourge:'
Some thinks he writes Cinna -he owns to 'Panurge.'
While thus he describ'd them by trade and by name,
They enter'd, and dinner was serv'd as they came.

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(1)

At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen, At the bottom was tripe, in a swingeing tureen; At the sides there was spinnage, and pudding made hot; In the middle, a place where the Pasty-was not. (2) Now, my Lord, as for tripe, it's my utter aversion, And your bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian; So there I sat stuck like a horse in a pound, While the bacon and liver went merrily round: But what vex'd me most was that d With his long-winded speeches, his smiles and his brogue, And, "Madam," quoth he, “ may this bit be my poison, A prettier dinner I never set eyes on!

-'d Scottish rogue,

Pray a slice of your liver, though may I be curst,
But I've eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst."
"The tripe," quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek,
"I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week : (3)
I like these here dinners, so pretty and small;
But your friend there, the Doctor, eats nothing at all."
"O-ho!" quoth my friend, "he'll come on in a trice,
He's keeping a corner for something that's nice;

(1) ["Who dabble and write in the papers like you."-First edit.]
(2) ["In the middle a place where the Ven'son-was not."-Ibid.]
(3) [Your tripe !" quoth the Jew, "if the truth I may speak,
I could eat of this tripe seven days in the week."

There's a Pasty "-" a Pasty!" repeated the Jew, “ I don't care if I keep a corner for❜t too.” "What the De'il, mon, a Pasty!" re-echo'd the Scot, "Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that ;" "We'll all keep a corner," the lady cry'd out; "We'll all keep a corner," was echo'd about. While thus we resolv'd, and the Pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid; A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night.

But we quickly found out,—for who could mistake her ?—
That she came with some terrible news from the baker :
And so it fell out; for that negligent sloven,
Had shut out the Pasty on shutting his oven.
Sad Philomel thus—but let similes drop-
And now that I think on't, the story may stop.
To be plain, my good Lord, it's but labour misplac'd,
To send such good verses to one of your taste: (1)
You've got an odd something—a kind of discerning—
A relish―a taste-sick'ned over by learning;
At least, it's your temper, as very well known,
That you think very slightly of all that's your own :
So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amiss,
You may make a mistake, and think slightly of this.

(1) [Lord Clare was a man of parts, a poet, and a facetious companion. Almon observes, that his poems breathe the true Horation fire, but are more than half unknown. A volume of them was published anonymously by Dodsley in 1739, entitled “ Odes and Epistles.” Several other poems of his Lordship are printed in Dodsley's Collection, and in the New Foundling Hospital for Wit. His only daughter married the first Marquis of Buckingham, on whose second son the title of Baron Nugent devolved. He died in 1788.-See Nichols, Lit. Anec., vol. viii. p. 2, and Croker's Boswell, vol. ii. p. 123.]

THE CAPTIVITY;

AN

ORATORIO. (1)

(1) [Written in 1764, and now printed from the original manuscript, in Goldsmith's hand-writing, in the possession of Mr. Murray. — See LIFE, ch. xiv.]

THE PERSONS.

FIRST JEWISH PROPHET.

SECOND JEWISH PROPHET.

ISRAELITISH WOMAN.

FIRST CHALDEAN PRIEST.

SECOND CHALDEAN PRIEST.

CHALDEAN WOMAN.

CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS.

SCENE.-The Banks of the River Euphrates, near Babylon.