Yet, in plain English I declare
I do delight to see you here.
I have no learn'd or Latin lingo,
But a fresh tap of foaming stingo,
Which will make you to jabber Greek,
As nat❜rally as pigs can squeak.
And, if your heart is out of tune,
Will make you long to stride the
[friend,
"Not quite so high as that my
But something which doth that way
tend:

moon.

Not quite so high," the Doctor said,
"But yet some choice enliv'ning aid
My slacken'd spirits have in view
When I pay my respects to you;
For here, I'm sure, that humour gay
And the frank smile will crown the
day,

He took the Doctor through his
grounds,

Display'd his kennel and his hounds,
Their diff'rent ages, old and young,
Their speed, their noses and their
tongue;

Then order'd forth his hunting stud,
Dwelt on their merits and their blood;
While to their diff'rent feats and more
The green-clad huntsman stoutly

swore.

He then describ'd some arduous chase
That did his Nimrod annals grace;
Show'd many a brush that cover'd o'er
The purlieus of the kennel door:
Nor did a hero ever prize
The trophies gain'd in victories,
Whose flutt'ring ensigns might display
The pride of many a well-fought day,

You, my good-hearted friend, must With more exulting sense of fame,

"New scenes will other thoughts in- You've lost one wife,-then get ano

As sure as that bright sun doth shine,
I wish that he had taken mine.
Not that I suffer such disaster
As to let madam play the master,
Nor yet, to let the lady boast

That o'er her lord she rules the roast.
I learn'd not, where I went to school,"
In such a way to play the fool.
*Tis true from harshness I refrain,
But then I always hold the rein:
For he who ventures on a wife,
To be the comfort of his life,
Should never this advice refuse ;—
Take her down in her wedding shoes."
-Syntax, his fancy to beguile,
Here sunk his laughter in a smile.
For it was known to great and small
How things went on at Bumpkin-Hall:
Nay, 'twas a well-known standing joke
Among the neighb'ring country folk,
That when the lady's in the way
The 'Squire would ne'er say yea or nay,
But as her ruling spirit told him,
Or with a certain look control'd him :
Though now his tongue ne'er seem'd
to rest,

And thus his invitation press'd:
“Doctor, come here next hunting sea-

son,

[reason:
And faith, my friend, I'll show you
You shall mount on my Yorkshire grey,
And gallop all your cares away."
"I doubt not," Syntax smiling said,
"Your recipe if 'twere obey'd;
It would afford a speedy cure
For ev'ry evil I endure!
But for my kind physician's sake,
I do not wish my neck to break.”
They talk'd, when soon the bell's
shrill chime

Declar'd it to be dinner time,
Nor was it an unwelcome call
That bade their footsteps seek the hall;

For though the Doctor's whims pre-
vail'd,

His appetite had never fail'd.
By madam he was kindly greeted,
As, "How d'ye do ?" and, "Pray be
seated."

It doth a perfect age appear
Since we enjoy'd your presence here;
I feel it always as a treasure,
And wish I oft'ner felt the pleasure.
Bumpkin, I pray you move the dish,
And help the Doctor to some fish.
Indeed, I hope 'tis in your view
To pass with us a day or two.
Nay I could wish it might be more,
And lengthen'd out unto a score.

Bumpkin, you think not as we dine,
That some folks love a glass of wine.'
I have not seen you for an hour,
Since you have made your charming
Tour,

And I shall ask you to display
Its hist❜ry in your rapid way.

Husband, I'll bet my life upon it,
Our kind guest's plate has nothing
on it;

Make haste and give it a supply
Of that well-looking pigeon pie.
'Tis a fine match Miss Worthy made:
A charming girl, I always said,
And does those qualities possess
That claim the promis'd happiness.
Some may think one thing, some ano-

ther;

But is she handsome as her mother?
Her mamma's auburn locks, I own,
Are better than her daughter's
brown,

Although the latter you may see,
Dame Nature has bestow'd on me.
'Squire Bumpkin, were it not my

care

To see how all about me fare,