n the Gutter.

THE 'SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL.

Nothing so idle as to waste
This Life disputing upon _Taste_;
And most--let that sad Truth be written--
In this contentious Land of _Britain_,
Where each one holds "it seems to me"
Equivalent to Q. E. D.,
And if you dare to doubt his Word
Proclaims you Blockhead and absurd.
And then, too often, the Debate
Is not 'twixt First and Second-rate,
Some narrow Issue, where a Touch
Of more or less can't matter much,
But, and this makes the Case so sad,
Betwixt undoubted Good and Bad.
Nay,--there are some so strangely wrought,--
So warped and twisted in their Thought,--
That, if the Fact be but confest,
They like the baser Thing the best.
Take BOTTOM, who for one, 'tis clear,
Possessed a "reasonable Ear;"
He might have had at his Command
The Symphonies of _Fairy-Land_;
Well, our immortal SHAKESPEAR owns
The Oaf preferred the "Tongs and Bones!"

'Squire HOMESPUN from _Clod-Hall_ rode down,
As the Phrase is--"to see the Town;"
(The Town, in those Days, mostly lay
Betwixt the _Tavern_ and the _Play_.)
Like all their Worships the J.P.'s,
He put up at the _Hercules_;
Then sallied forth on Shanks his Mare,
Rather than jolt it in a Chair,--
A curst, new-fangled _Little-Ease_,
That knocks your Nose against your Knees.
For the good 'Squire was Country-bred,
And had strange Notions in his Head,
Which made him see in every Cur
The starveling Breed of _Hanover_;
He classed your Kickshaws and _Ragoos_
With Popery and Wooden Shoes;
Railed at all Foreign Tongues as Lingo,
And sighed o'er _Chaos_ Wine for Stingo.

Hence, as he wandered to and fro,
Nothing could please him, high or low.
As _Savages_ at _Ships of War_
He looked unawed on _Temple-Bar_;
Scarce could conceal his Discontent
With _Fish-Street_ and the _Monument_;
And might (except at Feeding-Hour)
Have scorned the Lion in the _Tower_,
But that the Lion's Race was run,
And--for the Moment--there was none.

At length, blind Fate, that drives us all,
Brought him at Even to _Vauxhall_,
What Time the eager Matron jerks
Her slow Spouse to the _Water-Works_,
And the coy Spinster, half-afraid
Consults the _Hermit_ in the Shade.
Dazed with the Din and Crowd, the 'Squire
Sank in a S