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THE BOROUGH.

LETTER X.

CLUBS AND SOCIAL MEETINGS.

Non iter lances mensasque nitentes,

Cum stupet insanis acies fulgoribus, et cum
Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat;

Verum hic impransi mecum disquirite.-HOR. Sat. ii. lib. 2.(1)

O prodiga rerum

Luxuries, nunquam parvo contenta paratu,

Et quæsitorum terrâ pelagoque ciborum

Ambitiosa fames, et lautæ gloria mensæ. — -LUCAN. lib. 4. (2)

["Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine.

Not when a gilt buffet's reflected pride

Turns you from sound philosophy aside;

Not when from plate to plate your eyeballs roll,

And the brain dances to the mantling bowl."-POPE's Imit.] ["Behold! ye sons of luxury, behold!

Who scatter in excess your lavish gold;
You who the wealth of frugal ages waste
T' indulge a wanton supercilious taste;
For whom all earth, all ocean are explored,

To spread the various proud voluptuous board."- RowE.]

Desire of Country Gentlemen for Town Associations - Bookclubs Too much of literary Character expected from them - Literary Conversation prevented: by Feasting: by Cards Good, notwithstanding, results-Card-club with Eagerness resorted to Players - Umpires at the Whist Table

- Petulances of Temper there discovered — Free-and-easy Club: not perfectly easy or free - Freedom, how interrupted -The superior Member - Termination of the EveningDrinking and Smoking Clubs - The Midnight Conversation of the delaying Members-Society of the poorer Inhabitants: its Use: gives Pride and Consequence to the humble Character Pleasant Habitations of the frugai Poor - Sailor returning to his Family-Freemasons' Club - The Mystery What its Origin - Its professed Advantages- Griggs and Gregorians — A Kind of Masons - Reflections on these various Societies.

You say you envy in your calm retreat
Our social Meetings;-'tis with joy we meet:
In these our parties you are pleased to find
Good sense and wit, with intercourse of mind;
Composed of men, who read, reflect, and write,
Who, when they meet, must yield and share delight
To you our Book-club has peculiar charm,
For which you sicken in your quiet farm;

Here

you suppose us at our leisure placed,
Enjoying freedom, and displaying taste;
With wisdom cheerful, temperately gay,
Pleased to enjoy, and willing to display.

If thus your envy gives your ease its gloom,
Give wings to fancy, and among us come.
We're now assembled; you may soon attend
I'll introduce you
"Gentlemen, my friend."

"Now are you happy? you have pass'd a night "In gay discourse, and rational delight.

"Alas! not so: for how can mortals think,

"Or thoughts exchange, if thus they eat and drink?

"No! I confess, when we had fairly dined,

"That was no time for intercourse of mind;

"There was each dish prepared with skill 'invite, "And to detain the struggling appetite;

"On such occasions minds with one consent "Are to the comforts of the body lent;

"There was no pause-the wine went quickly round,

"Till struggling Fancy was by Bacchus bound; "Wine is to wit as water thrown on fire,

By duly sprinkling both are raised the higher; "Thus largely dealt, the vivid blaze they choke, "And all the genial flame goes off in smoke."

"But when no more your boards these loads contain,

"When wine no more o'erwhelms the labouring brain,

"But serves, a gentle stimulus; we know
"How wit must sparkle, and how fancy flow."
It might be so, but no such club-days come;
We always find these dampers in the room:
If to converse were all that brought us here,
A few odd members would in turn appear;
Who dwelling nigh, would saunter in and out,
O'erlook the list, and toss the books about;
Or yawning read them, walking up and down,
Just as the loungers in the shops in town;
Till fancying nothing would their minds amuse,
They'd push them by, and go in search of news.

But our attractions are a stronger sort, The earliest dainties and the oldest port; All enter then with glee in every look, And not a member thinks about a book.

Still, let me own, there are some vacant hours, When minds might work, and men exert their powers:

Ere wine to folly spurs the giddy guest,
But gives to wit its vigour and its zest;
Then might we reason, might in turn display
Our several talents, and be wisely gay;

We might-but who a tame discourse regards,
When Whist is named, and we behold the Cards?
We from that time are neither grave nor gay;
Our thought, our care, our business is to play :
Fix'd on these spots and figures, each attends
Much to his partners, nothing to his friends.

Our public cares, the long, the warm debate, That kept our patriots from their beds so late; War, peace, invasion, all we hope or dread, Vanish like dreams when men forsake their bed; And groaning nations and contending kings Are all forgotten for these painted things: Paper and paste, vile figures and poor spots, Level all minds, philosophers and sots; And give an equal spirit, pause, and force, Join'd with peculiar diction, to discourse: “Who deals?—you led—we're three by cards— had you

"Honour in hand?". 66 Upon my honour, two."

Hour after hour, men thus contending sit,
Grave without sense, and pointed without wit.