A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

_To * * Esq. of * * with a Life of the late Ingenious M^r. W^m.

Hogarth._

Dear Cosmopolitan,--I know

I should address you a _Rondeau_,

Or else announce what I've to say

At least _en Ballade fratrisée_;

But No: for once I leave Gymnasticks,

And take to simple _Hudibrasticks_;

Why should I choose another Way,

When this was good enough for GAY?

You love, my FRIEND, with me, I think,

That Age of Lustre and of Link;

Of _Chelsea_ China and long "s"es,

Of Bag-wigs and of flowered Dresses;

That Age of Folly and of Cards,

Of Hackney Chairs and Hackney Bards;

--No H--LTS, no K--G--N P--LS were then

Dispensing Competence to Men;

The gentle Trade was left to Churls,

Your frowsy TONSONS and your CURLLS;

Mere Wolves in Ambush to attack

The AUTHOR in a Sheep-skin Back;

Then SAVAGE and his Brother-Sinners

In _Porridge-Island_ div'd for Dinners;

Or doz'd on _Covent Garden_ Bulks,

And liken'd Letters to the Hulks;--

You know that by-gone Time, I say,

That aimless easy-moral'd Day,

When rosy Morn found MADAM still

Wrangling at _Ombre_ or _Quadrille_,

When good Sir JOHN reel'd Home to Bed,

From _Pontack's_ or the _Shakespear's Head_;

When TRIP _convey'd_ his Master's Cloaths,

And took his Titles and his Oaths;

While BETTY, in a cast _Brocade_,

Ogled MY LORD at Masquerade;

When GARRICK play'd the guilty _Richard_,

Or mouth'd _Macbeth_ with Mrs. PRITCHARD;

When FOOTE grimac'd his snarling Wit;

When CHURCHILL bullied in the Pit;

When the CUZZONI sang--

But there!

The further Catalogue I spare,

Having no Purpose to eclipse

That tedious Tale of HOMER'S Ships;--

This is the MAN that drew it all

From _Pannier Alley_ to the _Mall_,

Then turn'd and drew it once again

From _Bird-Cage Walk_ to _Lewknor's Lane_;--

Its Rakes and Fools, its Rogues and Sots;

Its brawling Quacks, its starveling Scots;

Its Ups and Downs, its Rags and Garters,

Its HENLEYS, LOVATS, MALCOLMS, CHARTRES;

Its Splendour, Squalor, Shame, Disease;

Its _quicquid agunt Homines_;--

Nor yet omitted to pourtray

_Furens quid possit Foemina_;--

In short, held up to ev'ry Class

NATURE'S unflatt'ring looking-Glass;

And, from his Canvass, spoke to All

The Message of a JUVENAL.

Take Him. His Merits most aver:

His weak Point is--his Chronicler!

Nov^r. 1, 1879.

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