r look about ye.
Dear Lady Mary, prythee tell
Why thus by loving him too well
You kill your Pacchierotti?

2.

Nor sun nor dust can he abide,
Nor careless in a snaffle ride,
The steed we saw him mount ill.
_You_ stript him of his manly force,
When tumbling headlong from his horse
He pressed the plains of Fonthill.[2]

3.

Why the full opera should he shun?
Where crowds of critics smiling run,
To applaud their Allegrante.
Why is it worse than viper's sting,
To see them clap, or hear her sing?
Surely he's envious, ain't he?

4.

Forbear his house, nor haunt his bed
With that strange wig and fearful head,
Then, though he now so ill is,
We o'er his voice again may doze,
When, cover'd warm with women's clothes,
He acts a young Achilles.'"

[Footnote 1: Insignem tenui fronte Lycorida Cyri torret amor--

But _tenuis_ is _small_ or _narrow_ rather than _low_. One of
Fielding's beauties, Sophia Western, has a low forehead: another,
Fanny, a high one.]

[Footnote 2: _Note by Mrs. T.:_ "Fonthill, the seat of young
Beckford. They set him o' horseback, and he tumbled off."]

"_1st February, 1782._--Here is Mr. Johnson ill, very ill indeed,
and--I do not see what ails him; 'tis repelled gout, I fear, fallen
on the lungs and breath of course. What shall we do for him? If I
lose _him_, I am more than undone; friend, father, guardian,
confident!--God give me health and patience. What shall I do?"

"_Harley Street, 13th April, 1782._--When I took off my mourning, the
watchers watched me very exactly, 'but they whose hands were
mightiest have found nothing:' so I shall leave the town, I hope, in
a good disposition towards me, though I am sullen enough with the
town for fancying me such an amorous idiot that I am dying to enjoy
every filthy fellow. God knows how distant such dispositions are from
the heart and constitution of H.L.T. Lord Loughboro', Sir Richard
Jebb, Mr. Piozzi, Mr. Selwyn, Dr. Johnson, every man that comes to
the house, is put in the papers for me to marry. In good time, I
wrote to-day to beg the 'Morning Herald' would say no more about me,
good or bad."

"_Streatham, 17th April, 1782._--I am returned to Streatham, pretty
well in health and very sound in heart, notwithstanding the watchers
and the wager-layers, who think more of the charms of their sex by
half than I who know them better. Love and friendship are distinct
things