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Whom Pallas, once Vanessa's tutor,

What planter will attempt to yoke Had fix'd on for her coadjutor.

A sapling with a falling oak ? But Cupid, full of mischief, longs

As years increase, she brighter shines : To vindicate his mother's wrongs.

Cadenus with each day declines : On Pallas all attempts are vain :

And he must fall a prey to time, One way he knows to give her pain ;

While she continues in her prime, Vows on Vanessa's heart to take

Cadenus, common forms apart, Due vengeance, for her patron's sake.

In every scene had kept his heart; Those early seeds by Venus sown,

Had sigh'd and languish'd, vow'd and writ, In spite of Pallas, now were grown;

For pastime, or to show his wit. And Cupid bop'd they would improve

But books, and time, and state affairs, By time, and ripen into love.

Had spoil'd his fashionable airs : The boy made use of all his craft,

He now could praise, esteem, approve, In vain discharging many a shaft,

But understood not what was love. Pointed at colonels, lords, and beaux :

His conduct might have made him styl'd Cadenus warded off the blows;

A father, and the nymph his child. For, placing still some book betwixt,

That innocent delight he took The darts were in the cover fix'd,

To see the virgin mind her book, Or, often blunted and recoil'd,

Was but the master's secret joy On Plutarch's Morals struck, were spoil'd.

In school to hear the finest boy. The queen of wisdom could foresee,

Her knowledge with her fancy grew; But not prevent the Fates' decree :

She hourly press'd for something new; And human caution tries in vain

Ideas came into her mind To break that adamantine chain.

So fast, his lessons lagg'd behind; Vanessa, though by Pallas taught,

She reason'd, without plodding long, By Love invulnerable thought,

Nor ever gave her judgment wrong. Searching in books for wisdom's aid

But now a sudden change was wrought: Was, in the very search, betray'd.

She minds no longer what he taught. Cupid, though all his darts were lost,

Cadenus was amaz'd to find Yet still resolv'd to spare no cost :

Such marks of a distracted mind: He could not answer to his fame

For, though she seem'd to listen more The triumphs of that stubborn dame,

To all he spoke, than e'er before, A nymph so hard to be subdued,

He found her thoughts would absent range, Who neither was coquette nor prude.

Yet guess'd not whence could spring the change “ I find," said he, "she wants a doctor

And first he modestly conjectures Both to adore her, and instruct her:

His pupil might be tir'd with lectures; I'll give her what she most admires,

Which help'd to mortify his pride,
Among those venerable sires,


him not the heart to chide : Cadenus is a subject fit,

But, in a mild dejected strain, Grown old in politics and wit,

At last he ventur'd to complain ; Caress'd by ministers of state,

Said, she should be no longer teas'd, Of half mankind the dread and hate,

Might have her freedom when she pleas'd; Whate'er vexations love attend,

Was now convinc'd he acted wrong, She need no rivals apprehend.

To hide her from the world so long, Her sex, with universal voice,

And in dull studies to engage Must laugh at her capricious choice."

One of her tender sex and age; Cadenus many things had writ:

That every nymph with envy own'd, Vanessa much esteem'd his wit,

How she might shine in the grand monde; And call’d for his poetic works :

And every shepherd was undone Meantime the boy in secret lurks;

To see her cloister'd like a nun. And, while the book was in her hand,

This was a visionary scheme: The urchin from his private stand

He wak’d, and found it but a dream; Took aim, and shot with all his strength

A project far above his skill; A dart of such prodigious length,

For nature must be nature still. It pierc'd the feeble volume through,

If he were bolder than became And deep transfix'd her bosom too.

A scholar to a courtly dame, Some lines, more moving than the rest,

She might excuse a man of letters; Stuck to the point that pierc'd her breast,

Thus tutors often treat their betters: And, borne directly to the heart,

And, since his talk offensive grew, With pains unknown, increas'd her smart,

He came to take his last adieu. Vanessa, not in years a score,

Vanessa, fill’d with just disdain, Dreams of a gown of forty-four ;

Would still her dignity maintain, Imaginary charms can find

Instructed from her early years In eyes with reading almost blind :

To scorn the art of female tears. Cadenus now no more appears

Had he employ'd his time so long Declin'd in health, advanc'd in years.

To teach her what was right and wrong; She fancies music in his tongue;

Yet could such notions entertain No farther looks, but thinks him young.

That all his lectures were in vain ? What mariner is not afraid

She own’d the wandering of her thoughts; To venture in a ship decay'd ?

But he must answer for her faults

She well remembered, to her cost,

But, not to dwell on things minute, That all his lessons were not lost.

Vanessa finish'd the dispute, Two maxims she could still produce,

Brought weighty arguments to prove And sad experience taught their use;

That reason was her guide in love. That virtue, pleas'd by being shown,

She thought he had himself describ'd Knows nothing which it dares not own;

His doctrines when she first imbib'd: Can make us without fear disclose

What he had planted now was grown; Our inmost secrets to our foes :

His virtues she might call her own; That common forms were not design'd

As he approves, as he dislikes, Directors to a noble mind.

Love or contempt her fancy strikes. “ Now," said the nymph, “ to let you see

Self-love, in nature rooted fast, My actions with your rules agree;

Attends us first, and leaves us last : That I can vulgar forms despise,

Why she likes him, admire not at her; And have no secrets to disguise :

She loves herself, and that 's the matter. I knew, by what you said and writ,

How was her tutor wont to praise How dangerous things were men of wit;

The geniuses of ancient days ! You caution'd me against their charms,

(Those authors he so oft had namid, But never gave me equal arms;

For learning, wit, and wisdom fam’d,) Your lessons found the weakest part,

Was struck with love, esteem, and awe, Aim'd at the head, but reach'd the heart."

For persons whom he never saw. Cadenus felt within him rise

Suppose Cadenus flourish'd then, Shame, disappointment, guilt, surprise.

He must adore such godlike men. He knew not how to reconcile

If one short volume could comprise Such language with her usual style :

All that was witty, learn'd, and wise, And yet her words were so express'd,

How would it be esteem'd and read, He could not hope she spoke in jest,

Although the writer long were dead! His thoughts had wholly been confin'd

If such an author were alive, To form and cultivate her mind.

How all would for his friendship strive, He hardly knew, till he was told,

And come in crowds to see his face ! Whether the nymph were young or old ;

And this she takes to be her case. Had met her in a public place,

Cadenus answers every end, Without distinguishing her face :

The book, the author, and the friend; Much less could his declining age

The utmost her desires will reach, Vanessa's earliest thoughts engage;

Is but to learn what he can teach : And, if her youth indifference met,

His converse is a system fit His person must contempt beget:

Alone to fill up all her wit; Or, grant her passion be sincere,

While every passion of her mind How shall his innocence be clear?

In him is center'd and confin'd. Appearances were all so strong,

Love can with speech inspire a mute, The world must think him in the wrong;

And taught Vanessa to dispute. Would say, he made a treacherous use

This topic, never touch'd before, Of wit, to flatter and seduce :

Display'd her eloquence the more: The town would swear, he had betray'd

Her knowledge, with such pains acquir'd, By magic spells the harmless maid :

By this new passion grew inspir'd; And every beau would have his jokes,

Through this she made all objects pass, That scholars were like other folks;

Which gave a tincture o'er the mass ; And, when Platonic flights were over,

As rivers, though they bend and twine, The tutor turn'd a mortal lover!

Still to the sea their course incline; So tender of the young and fair !

Or, as philosophers, who find It show'd a true paternal care

Some favourite system to their mind, Five thousand guineas in her purse !

In every point to make it fit, The doctor might have fancied worse.

Will force all nature to submit. Hardly at length he silence broke,

Cadenus, who could ne'er suspect And faulter'd every word he spoke;

His lessons would have such effect, Interpreting her complaisance,

Or be so artfully apply'd, Just as a man sans conséquence.

Insensibly came on her side. She rallied well, he always knew :

It was an unforeseen event; Her manner now was something new ;

Things took a turn he never meant. And what she spoke was in an air

Whoe'er excels in what we prize, As serious as a tragic player.

Appears a hero in our eyes : But those who aim at ridicule

Each girl, when pleas’d with what is taught, Should fix upon some certain rule,

Will have the teacher in her thought. Which fairly hints they are in jest,

When Miss delights in her spinnet, Else he must enter his protest :

A fiddler may a fortune get; For, let a man be ne'er so wise,

A blockhead, with melodious voice, He may be caught with sober lies;

In boarding-schools may have his choice; A science which he never taught,

And oft' the dancing-master's art And, to be free, was dearly bought;

Climbs from the toe to touch the heart. For, take it in its proper light,

In learning let a nymph delight, 'Tis just what coxcombs call a bite.

The pedant gets a mistress by 't.

Cadenus, to his grief and shame,

Who, though he cannot spell, is wise Could scarce oppose Vanessa's flame;

Enough to read a lady's eyes, And, though her arguments were strong,

And will each accidental glance At least could hardly wish them wrong.

Interpret for a kind advance. Howe'er it came, he could not tell,

But what success Vanessa met, But sure she never talk'd so well.

Is to the world a secret yet. His pride began to interpose ;

Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Preferr'd before a crowd of beaux !

Talks in a high romantic strain; So bright a nymph to come unsought!

Or whether he at last descends Such wonder by his merit wrought !

To act with less seraphic ends; "Tis merit must with her prevail !

Or, to compound the business, whether He never knew her judgment fail !

They temper love and books together ; She noted all she ever read!

Must never to mankind be told, And had a most discerning head!

Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold. 'Tis an old maxim in the schools,

Meantime the mournful queen of love That flattery 's the food of fools,

Led but a weary life above. Yet now and then your men of wit

She ventures now to leave the skies, Will condescend to take a bit.

Grown by Vanessa's conduct wise: So, when Cadenus could not hide,

For, though by one perverse event He chose to justify, his pride;

Pallas had cross'd her first intent; Construing the passion she had shown,

Though her design was not obtain'd, Much to her praise, more to his own.

Yet had she much experience gain'd; Nature in him had merit plac'd,

And by the project vainly try'd, In her a most judicious taste.

Could better now the cause decide. Love, hitherto a transient guest,

She gave due notice, that both parties, Ne'er held possession of his breast;

Coram regina, pror' die Martis, So long attending at the gate,

Should at their peril, without fail, Disdain’d to enter in so late.

Come and appear, and save their bail. Love wby do we one passion call,

All met; and, silence thrice proclaiın’d, When 'tis a compound of them all?

One lawyer to each side was nam’d.
Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, The judge discover'd in her face
In all their equipages meet;

Resentments for her late disgrace ;
Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear,

And, full of anger, shame, and grief, Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear ;

Directed them to mind their brief, Wherein his dignity and age

Nor spend their time to show their readingi Forbid Cadenus to engage.

She'd have a summary proceeding. But friendship, in its greatest height,

She gather'd under every head A constant, rational delight,

The sum of what each lawyer said, On virtue's basis fix'd to last,

Gave her own reasons last, and then When love allurements long are past,

Decreed the cause against the men. Which gently warms, but cannot burn,

But, in a weighty case like this, He gladly offers in return;

To show she did not judge amiss, His want of passion will redeem

Which evil tongues might else report, With gratitude, respect, esteem;

She made a speech in open court, With that devotion we bestow,

Wherein she grievously complains, When goddesses appear below.

“ How she was cheated by the swains : While thus Cadenus entertains

On whose petition (humbly showing, Vanessa in exalted strains,

That women were not worth the wooing, The nymph in sober words entreats

And that, unless the sex would mend, A truce with all sublime conceits :

The race of lovers soon must end) – For why such raptures, flights, and fancies,

She was at Lord knows what expense To her who durst not read romances?

To form a nymph of wit and sense, In lofty style to make replies,

A model for her sex design'd, Which he had taught her to despise?

Who never could one lover find. But when her tutor will affect

She saw her favour was misplac'd; Devotion, duty, and respect,

The fellows had a wretched taste; He fairly abdicates the throne ;

She needs must tell them to their face, The government is now her own;

They were a stupid, senseless race; He has a forfeiture incurr'd;

And, were she to begin again, She vows to take him at his word,

She 'd study to reform the men ; And hopes he will not think it strange,

Or add some grains of folly more If both should now their stations change.

To women, than they had before, The nymph will have her turn to be

To put them on an equal foot ; The tutor ; and the pupil, he :

And this, or nothing else would do 't Though she already can discern

This might their mutual fancy strike, Her scholar is not apt to learn ;

Since every being loves its like. Or wants capacity to reach

“ But now, repenting what was done, The science she designs to teach :

She left all business to her son ; Wherein his genius was below

She puts the world in his possession, The skill of every common beau,

And the him use it at discretion."

The cryer was order'd to dismiss The court, so made his last O yes ! The goddess would no longer wait;

THE JOURNAL OF A MODERN LADY. But, rising from her chair of state, Left all below at six and seven,

IN A LETTER TO A PERSON OF QUALITY. 1728. Harness'd her doves, and flew to Heaven.

It was a most unfriendly part
In you, who ought to know my heart,

Are well acquainted with my zeal

For all the female commonweal

How could it come into your mind All travellers at first incline

To pitch on me of all mankind, Where'er they see the fairest sign;

Against the sex to write a satire, And, if they find the chambers neat,

And brand me for a woman-hater? And like the liquor and the meat,

On me, who think them all so fair, Will call again and recommend

They rival Venus to a hair ; The Angel-inn to every friend.

Their virtues never ceas'd to sing, What though the painting grows decay'd,

Since first I learn'd to tune a string ? The house will never lose its trade :

Methinks I hear the ladies cry, Nay, though the treacherous tapster Thomas Will he his character belie? Hangs a new Angel two doors from us,

Must never our misfortunes end ? As fine as daubers' hands can make it,

And have we lost our only friend? In hopes that strangers may mistake it,

Ah, lovely nymphs, remove your fears, We think it both a shame and sin

No more let fall those precious tears. To quit the true old Angel-inn.

Sooner shall, &c. Now this is Stella's case in fact,

(Here are several verses omitted. 1 An angel's face a little crack'd :

The hound be hunted by the hare, (Could poets or could painters fix

Than I turn rebel to the fair. How angels look at thirty-six :)

'Twas you engag'd me first to write, This drew us in at first to find

Then gave the subject out of spite : In such a form an angel's mind;

The journal of a modern dame And every virtue now supplies

Is by my promise what you claim. The fainting rays of Stella's eyes.

My word is past, I must submit; See at her levee crowding swains,

And yet, perhaps, you may be bit. Whom Stella freely entertains

I but transcribe; for not a line With breeding, humour, wit, and sense ;

Of all the satire shall be mine. And puts them but to small expense;

Compell’d by you to tag in rhymes Their mind so plentifully fills,

The common slanders of the times, And makes such reasonable bills,

Of modern times, the guilt is yours, So little gets for what she gives,

And me my innocence secures. We really wonder how she lives !

Unwilling Muse, begin thy lay, And, had her stock been less, no doubt

The annals of a female day. She must have long ago run out.

By nature turn'd to play the rake well, Then who can think we'll quit the place, (As we shall show you in the sequel,) When Doll hangs out a newer face?

The modern dame is wak'd by noon, Or stop and light at Chloe's head,

(Some authors say, not quite so soon,) With scraps and leavings to be fed ?

Because, though sore against her will, Then, Chloe, still go on to prate

She sate all night up at quadrille. Of thirty-six and thirty-eight;

She stretches, gapes, unglues her eyes, Pursue your trade of scandal-picking,

And asks, if it be time to rise : Your hints that Stella is no chicken;

Of head-ache and the spleen complains; Your inuendos, when you tell us,

And then, to cool her heated brains, That Stella loves to talk with fellows :

Her night-gown and her slippers brought her, And let me warn you to believe

Takes a large dram of citron-water.
A truth, for which your soul should grieve ; Then to her glass; and, Betty, pray
That, should you live to see the day

Don't I look frightfully to-day ?
When Stella's locks must all be grey,

But was it not confounded hard ? When age must print a furrow'd trace

Well, if I ever touch a card ! On every feature of her face ;

Four mattadores, and lose codille ! Though you, and all your senseless tribe,

Depend upon 't, I never will. Could art, or time, or nature bribe,

But run to Tom, and bid him fix To make you look like beauty's queen,

The ladies here to-night by six." And hold for ever at fifteen ;

“ Madam, the goldsmith waits below; No bloom of youth can ever blind


· His business is to know The cracks and wrinkles of your mind :

If you 'll redeem the silver cup All men of sense will pass your door,

He keeps in pawn?'”_"First, show him up." And crowd to Stella's at fourscore.

“ Your dressing-plate he 'll be content
To take, for interest cent. per cent.

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And, madam, there 's my lady Spade,
Hath sent this letter by her maid."
“ Well, I remember what she won;
And hath she sent so soon to dun ?
Here, carry down those ten pistoles
My husband left to pay for coals :
I thank my stars, they all are light;
And I may have revenge to-night."
Now, loitering o'er her tea and cream,
She enters on her usual theme;
Her last night's ill success repeats,
Calls lady Spade a hundred cheats:
“ She slipt spadillo in her breast,
Then thought to turn it to a jest :
There 's Mrs. Cut and she combine,
And to each other give the sign."
Through every game pursues her tale,
Like hunters o'er their evening ale.

Now to another scene give place :
Enter the folks with silks and lace:
Fresh matter for a world of chat,
Right Indian this, right Mechlin that:
“ Observe this pattern ; there 's a stuff;
I can have customers enough.
Dear madam, you are grown so hard
This lace is worth twelve pounds a yard :
Madam, if there be truth in man,
I never sold so cheap a fan.”
This business of importance o'er,
And madam almost dress'd by four;
The footman, in his usual phrase,
Comes up with, “ Madam, dinner stays."
She answers in her usual style,
“ The cook must keep it back awhile :
I never can have time to dress;
(No woman breathing takes up less ;)
I'm hurried so it makes me sick ;
I wish the dinner at Old Nick."
At table now she acts her part,
Has all the dinner-cant by heart :
“ I thought we were to dine alone,
My dear; for sure, if I had known
This company would come to-day -
But really 'tis my spouse's way!
He's so unkind, he never sends
To tell when he invites his friends :
I wish ye may but have enough!"
And while with all this paltry stuff
She sits tormenting every guest,
Nor gives her tongue one moment's rest,
In phrases batter'd, stale, and trite,
Which modern ladies call polite;
You see the booby husband sit
In admiration at her wit.

But let me now awhile survey
Our madam o'er her evening-tea;
Surrounded with her noisy clans
Of prudes, coquettes, and harridans ;
When, frighted at the clamorous crew,
Away the god of Silence few,
And fair Discretion left the place,
And Modesty with blushing face :
Now enters overweening Pride,
And Scandal ever gaping wide ;
Hypocrisy with frown severe,
Scurrility with gibing air ;
Rude Laughter seeming like to burst,
And Malice always judging worst ;
And Vanity with,
And Impudence with front of brass;

And study'd Affectation came,
Each limb and feature out of frame;
While Ignorance, with brain of lead,
Flew hovering o'er each female head.

Why should I ask of thee, my Muse,
An hundred tongues, as poets use,
When, to give every dame her due,
An hundred thousand were too few?
Or how shall I, alas! relate
The sum of all their senseless prate,
Their innuendos, hints, and slanders,
Their meanings lewd, and double entendres?
Now comes the general scandal-charge ;
What some invent, the rest enlarge;
And, “ Madam, if it be a lie,
You have the tale as cheap as I:
I must conceal my author's name ;
But now 'tis known to common fame.”

Say, foolish females, bold and blind,
Say, by what fatal turn of mind,
Are you on vices most severe,
Wherein yourselves have greatest share?
Thus every fool herself deludes;
The prudes condemn the absent prudes:
Mopsa, who stinks her spouse to death,
Accuses Chloe's tainted breath;
Hircina, rank with sweat, presumes
To censure Phyllis for perfumes;
While crooked Cynthia, sneering, says
That Florimel wears iron stays :
Chloe, of every coxcomb jealous,
Admires how girls can talk with fellows;
And, full of indignation, frets,
That women should be such coquettes :
Iris, for scandal most notorious,
Cries, “ Lord, the world is so censorious !"
And Rufa, with her combs of lead,
Whispers that Sappho's hair is red :
Aura, whose tongue you hear a mile hence,
Talks half a day in praise of silence :
And Sylvia, full of inward guilt,
Calls Amoret an arrant jilt.

Now voices over voices rise,
While each to be the loudest vies :
They contradict, affirm, dispute,
No single tongue one moment mute ;
All mad to speak, and none to hearken,
They set the very lap-dog barking;
Their chattering makes a louder din
Than fish-wives o'er a cup of gin:
Not school-boys at a barring-out
Rais'd ever such incessant rout;
The jumbling particles of matter
In chaos made not such a clatter;
Far less the rabble roar and rail,
When drunk with sour election ale.

Nor do they trust their tongues alone,
But speak a language of their own;
Can read a nod, a shrug, a look,
Far better than a printed book;
Convey a libel in a frown,
And wink a reputation down;
Or, by the tossing of the fan,
Describe the lady and the man.

But see, the female club disbands,
Each twenty visits on her hands.
Now all alone poor madam sits
In vapours and hysteric fits :
And was not Tom this morning sent?
I'd lay my life he never went:

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