. XXV. .
56. And she must have to wait upon her, i
Grooms, pages, aye, and maids of honor,

A mob impertinent and lazy; ..
And then a coxcomb hot from France
To teach her gracefully to dance,''
Or curl and dress hér auburn jażey.

- XXVI. 6. And she must have her balls and plays, : And chambermaids to lace her stays, And birth-day suits for gala days,

Hoop-petticoats, and silks and flounces;
And then to make her sweet and fair,
Three pound of powder in her hair,
Pomatum, Russia oil, so rare,
And huile antique, full twenty ounces.

XXVII.
“ Besides some pompous poor reťation
To steal my cash, and starve my nation,

Who'd of my subjects match the tallest; While some huge whisker'd German chief Will swallow me six pounds of beef, And prove his stomach not the smallest,

XXVIII. ; “ And sure such vile infernal cramming In Gotham's land would breed a famine,

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Or else I'm grievously mistaken;
And ’twould much discontent produce
To give five shillings for a goose,
Or six-pence for a pound of bacon.

XXIX.'
“ And if ('tis no impossibility,) ..
This lovely pattern of gentility,
To prove herself of true nobility,

When in the marriage noose we're buckled, (It is an ill which most I fear, As women's taste is sometimes queer,) Should fancy some tall grenadier, ; And make your faithful Prince a cuckold. ;

. XXX. , “ Lord, how the boys would hoot, and hollo, The fishwomen my footsteps follow, E’en the blind children of Apollo

Would pester me with filthy ditties; While some with bowels of compassion, . As horns are now so much the fashion, Perhaps would moderate their passion, And cry,“ Oh!’tis a thousand pities."

XXXI. “ Now though with love the sex may tickle us, I think it mightily ridiculous

That men of sense should thus be duped; And tho' I'm gallant to the marrow, I ne'er was wounded by the arrow Of that sly vagabond, young Cupid,

XXXII $6 Such iHs must surely have great weight To warn me from the marriage state,

For they in time might prove my own; And you perhaps would rue the hour A faithless woman shar'd the power Of GOTHAM's Prince, and Gotham's

THRONE,

* Heaven bless his Highness!” was the call,
From young, and old from great and small,
The words re-echoed through the hall,...
And folks could hear at ten miles distance.

XXXV.
When lo! a voice was heard to say
" Great Monarch, whom we all obey,
Thrice blessed be the happy day !

That thus confirms our humble claim .
A peerless damsel we have found
For all these virtues much renown'd,
She dwells far hence on foreign ground,
And CAROLINA is her name.

XXXVI.
“ No princess can with her compare,
Her mind is as her body fair,
For ev'ry charm is center'd there,

That man can love, and heart desire;
Her beauteous form and winning grace,
On Gothan's throne deserve a place,
And truly noble is ber race,

A dauntless monarch is her sire,

XXXVII. * For her our ships shall cross the seas, And boldly face the northern breeze,