LXXXIII. I've seen more than I'll say: but we will see Of highest caste-the Brahmins of the ton. 1 There was Parolles, too, the legal bully, Who limits all his battles to the bar And senate: when invited elsewhere, truly, He shows more appetite for words than war. There was the young bard Rackrhyme, who had newly Come out, and glimmer'd as a six weeks' star : There was Lord Pyrrho, too, the great freethinker ; And Sir John Pottledeep, the mighty drinker. If all these seem a heterogeneous mass To be assembled at a country seat, Yet think, a specimen of every class Is better than a humdrum tete-a-tete. The days of Comedy are gone, alas, When Congreve's fool could vic with Molière's béte; Society is smooth'd to that excess, That manners hardly differ more than dress. XCV. Our ridicules are kept in the background- |