Poetical vagaries; containing An ode to We, a hackney'd critick; . ant a meal, yourselves ? Ozias reachd the Hall,—puffing, and blowing,—Exactly as appointed,—little knowing How long for dinner he was doomd to wait:He knew not (simple Servitor of Heaven !)That Fashions Six means half past Six, for Seven, And, Seven come, the guests arrive at Eight. A shoulder-knotted Puppy, with a grin,Queering the threadbare Curate, let him in. Passing full many a Sphinx, and Griffins head,The Churchman to the Drawing-Room was led:—No soul was there ;But,—oh! its grandeur!—how it made him stare! The Elegancie
Poetical vagaries; containing An ode to We, a hackney'd critick; . ant a meal, yourselves ? Ozias reachd the Hall,—puffing, and blowing,—Exactly as appointed,—little knowing How long for dinner he was doomd to wait:He knew not (simple Servitor of Heaven !)That Fashions Six means half past Six, for Seven, And, Seven come, the guests arrive at Eight. A shoulder-knotted Puppy, with a grin,Queering the threadbare Curate, let him in. Passing full many a Sphinx, and Griffins head,The Churchman to the Drawing-Room was led:—No soul was there ;But,—oh! its grandeur!—how it made him stare! The Elegancies that he sawFilld the Religionist with worldly awe ; TWO PARSONS, &C. Uo The Draperies, and Mirrors, much surprised him;But when (recovering) he threwHis eyes on the collection of Virtuy The Nudities quite shockd, and scandalized him ! Titians famed Goddess, in luxurious buff, Was the first Piece the Parson thrust his nose on;—This prurient Picture surely was enough Ozias to confound ;— So he turnd roundUpon a plump Diana with no clothes 146 POETICAL VAGARIES. The holy man observed, in every part, Objects that charmd his eyes, and grieved his felt, all over him, a mixd sensation,A kind of shocking-, pleasing-, queer jlustration, w Fy ont [ he mutterd, I declare Such Pictures should not on a wall be stuck : I neer saw any thing so very bare, Except twas Mrs. Polyglot, my Duck. And, if that naked Nymph, who looks so smugly, Be Beautys type,—then it must be confest That Mrs. Polyglot, when quite undrest, Is most astonishingly ugly ! The Butler enterd now, with cake and wine,And told him, as he went away,Twould be an hour, at least, he dared to say, Before the company sat down to dine. TWO PARSONS, &C. 147 Polyglot tossd a bumper off;—it cheerd The cockles of his heart,—and gave him vigour To face (what he, before, so much had feard,)The Squire, and all the Gentlefolks of Figure. He took a second bumper,—which so fired him,With so much gaiety
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