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At which, 'tis hard to be believ'd
A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING.
Now hardly here and there an hackney coach
THE GRAND QUESTION DEBATED:
WHETHER HAMILTON'S BAWN SHOULD BE TURNED
INTO A BARRACK OR A MALT-HOUSE. 1729.
Thus spoke to my lady the knight * full of care :
“ First, let me suppose I make it a mált-house,
surloin. If I make it a barrack, the crown is my tenant ! My dear, I have ponder'd again and again on 't:
* Sir Arthur Acheson, at whose seat this was written.
† A large old house, two miles from Sir Arthur's seat. F.
In poundage and drawbacks I lose half my rent;
Thus argued my lady, but argued in vain;
But Hannah ||, who listen'd to all that was past, And could not endure so vulgar a taste, As soon as her ladyship call’d to be drest, Cry’d, “ Madam, why surely my master 's possest ! Sir Arthur the maltster! how fine it will sound! I'd rather the bawn were sunk under ground. But, madam, I guess'd there would never come good, When I saw him so often with Darby and Wood. I
& A cant word in Ireland for a poor country clergyinan. F.
My lady's waiting-woman. F
And now my dream 's out; for I was a-dream'd That I saw a huge rat O dear, how I scream'd! And after, methought, I had lost my new shoes ; And Molly, she said, I should hear some ill news.
“ Dear madam, had you but the spirit to tease, You might have a barrack whenever you please : And, madam, I always believ'd you so stout, That for twenty denials you would not give out. If I had a husband like him, I purtest, Till he gave me my will, I would give him no rest; And, rather than come in the same pair of sheets With such a cross man, I would lie in the streets; But, madam, I beg you contrive and invent, And worry him out, till he gives his consent. Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink : For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain. I fancy already a barrack contriv'd At Hamilton's bawn, and the troop is arriv'd; Of this, to be sure, Sir Arthur has warning, And waits on the captain betimes the next morning. Now see, when they meet, how their honours behave: • Noble captain, your servant' - - Sir Arthur, your
You honour me much' - The honour is mine.'" 'Twas a sad rainy night'— But the morning is fine.'
(service.'. • Pray how does my lady?'— My wife's at your • I think I have seen her picture by Jervas.' • Good morrow, good captain. I'll wait on you down.'
[clown : • You sha'n't stir a foot.'. "You 'll think me a
For all the world, captain --Not half an inch farther.'
(Arthur! • You must be obey'd !' -' Your servant, Sir My humble respects to my lady unknown.'. • I hope you will use my house as your own.
“ Go bring me my smock, and leave off your prate, Thou hast certainly gotten a cup in thy pate.
“ Pray, madam, be quiet; what was it I said ! You had like to have put it quite out of my heade Next day, to be sure, the captain will come, At the head of his troops, with trumpet and drum. Now, madam, observe how he marches in state : The man with the kettle-drum enters the gate : Dub, dub, adub, dub. The trumpeters follow, Tantara, tantara ; while all the boys hollow. See now comes the captain all daub'à with gold lace: O la! the sweet gentleman ! look in his face ; And see how he rides like a lord of the land, With the fine flaming sword that he holds in his hand; And his horse, the dear creter,
up your window, and cocks up his beaver. (His beaver is cock'd; pray, madam, mark that, For a captain of horse never takes off his hat, Because he has never a hand that is idle; For the right holds the sword, and the left holds the