THE CANDIDATE:

OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP.1

HEN fly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up

his face,

With a lick of court white-wafh, and pious

grimace,

A wooing he went, where three fifters of old

In harmless society guttle and scold.

"Lord! fifter," fays Phyfic to Law, “ I declare, Such a sheep-biting look, fuch a pick-pocket air! Not I for the Indies :-You know I'm no prude,— But his nose is a fshame,—and his eyes are fo lewd! Then he shambles and ftraddles fo oddly-I fear

R

No-at our time of life 'twould be filly, my dear."

"I don't know," fays Law, "but methinks for his look, 'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book;

Then his character, Phyzzy,—his morals—his life—
When she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife.
They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and w
And all the town rings of his fwearing and roaring!
His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks ;—
Not I-for a coronet, chariot and fix."

Divinity heard, between waking and dozing,
Her fisters denying, and Jemmy propofing:
From table she rose, and with bumper in hand,

-g:

-g,

She ftroked up her belly, and stroked down her band—
“What a pother is here about wenching and roaring!
Why, David loved catches, and Solomon w—
Did not Ifrael filch from th' Egyptians of old
Their jewels of filver and jewels of gold?
The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie :
He drinks-fo did Noah ;-he swears-so do I:

To reject him for fuch peccadillos, were odd; Befides, he repents-for he talks about G**— [To JEMMY.]

'Never hang down your head, you poor penitent elf, Come bufs me-I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself.""

PROPERTIUS, LIB. III. ELEG. III. v. 41.

E juvat in primâ coluiffe Helicona juventâ,
Mufarumque choris implicuiffe manus.

Me juvat et multo mentem vincire Lyæo, Et caput in verna semper habere rosa. Atque ubi jam Venerem gravis interceperit ætas,

Sparferit et nigras alba fenecta comas:

EXTRACTS.

PROPERTIUS, LIB. III. ELEG. III. v. 41.

IMITATED.

ONG as of youth the joyous hours remain,
Me may Caftalia's sweet recefs detain,

Faft by the umbrageous vale lull'd to repose,
Where Aganippe warbles as it flows;

Or roused by sprightly founds from out the trance,
I'd in the ring knit hands, and join the Mufes' dance.
Give me to fend the laughing bowl around,
My foul in Bacchus' pleafing fetters bound;
Let on this head unfading flowers refide,
There bloom the vernal rofe's earliest pride;
And when, our flames commiffion'd to deftroy,

Age step 'twixt Love and me, and intercept the joy ;
When my changed head these locks no more shall know,
And all its jetty honours turn to fnow;