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While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings,
Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.
Amid the circle on the gilded mast,
Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd;
His purple pinions op'ning to the fun,
He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun.

Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear,
Fay, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Dæmons hear!
Ye know the spheres, and various tasks assign'd
By laws eternal to the aërial kind.
Some in the fields of purest äther play,
And balk and whiten in the blaze of day i
Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs ou high, ;
Or roll the planets thro' the boundless sky.
Some, less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light
Pursue the stars that shoct athwart the night,
Or fuck the mists in groffer air below,
Or dip their pinions in the painted bow,
Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry maiii,
Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Others on earth o'er human race preside,
Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide :
Of these the chief the care of Nations own,
And guard with arms divine the British throne.

Our humbler province is to tend the Fair, Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale, Nor let th' imprison'd effences exhale; To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; To steal from rainbows ere they drop in show'rs,

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A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs,
Aflift their blushes, and inspire their airs;
Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow,
To change a Flounce, or add a Furbelow.

This day, black Omens threat the brightest Fair
That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care ;
Some dire disaster, or by force, or flight;
But what, or where, the fates have wrap'd in night.
Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law,
Or fome frail China-jar receive a flaw;
Or stain her honour, or her new brocade ;
Forget her pray'rs, or miss a masquerade;
Or lose her heart or necklace at a ball;
Or whether heav'n has doom'd that Shock muft fall.
Haste then, ye spirits ! to your charge repair :
The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care ;
The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign;
And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine;
Do thou, Crispissa, tend her fav’rite Lock;
Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock.

To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
We trust th’important charge, the Petticoat:
Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail,
Tho' ftiff with hoops, and arm’d with ribs of whale;
Form a strong line about the silver bound,
And guard the wide circumference around.

Whatever fpirit, careless of his charge,
His poft neglects, or leaves the fair at large,
Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his fins,
Be stop'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins ;


Or plung’d in lakes of bitter washes lie,
Or wedg’d whole ages in a bodkin's eye:
Gums and Pomatums shall his fight restrain,
While, clog'd, he beats his filken wings in vain ;
Or Alum ftyptics, with contracting pow'r,
Shrink his thin essence like a shrivel'd flow'r:
Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel
The giddy motion of the whirling mill,
In fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow,
And tremble at the sea that froths below!

He spoke; the spirits from the fails descend;
Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend ;
Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair;
Some hang upon the pendants of her ear;
With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.

Close by those meads, forever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rifing tow'rs,
There stands a structure of majestic frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
Here Britain's ftatefmen oft the fall foredoom
Of foreign Tyrants, and of Nymphs at home;
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Doft sometimes counsel take-and sometimes tea.

Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
To taste awhile the pleasures of a Court;
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,

gave the ball or paid the visit lait :
One speaks the glory of the British Queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;


A third

A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes ;
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat,
With finging, laughing, ogling, and all that.

Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray ;
The hungry judges foon the sentence fign,
And wretches hang that Jurymen may dine;
The merchant from th’Exchange returns in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease.
Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites,
Burns to encounter two advent'rous Knights,
At Ombre fingly to decide their doom,
And swells her breast with conquests yet to come.
Strait the three bands prepare in arms to join,
Each band the number of the sacred nine.
Soon as the spreads her hand, th' aërial guard
Descend, and fit on each important card :
First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore,
Then each according to the rank he bore ;
For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race,
Are, as when women, wond'rous fond of place.

Behold, four Kings in majesty rever'd, With hoary whiskers and a forky beard ; And four fair Queens, whose hands sustain a flow'r, Th’expressive emblem of their softer pow'r; Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band; Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand; And party-colour'd troops, a shining train, Drawn to combat on the velvet plain.

The skilful nymph reviews her force with care : Let Spades be trumps ! she said, and trumps they were.

Now move to war her fable Matadores, In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors. Spadillio first, unconquerable Lord ! Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board. As many more Manillio forc'd to yield, And march'd a victor from the verdant field. Him Bafto follow'd; but his fate, more hard, Gain'd but one trump, and one Plebeian card. With his broad sabre next, a chief in years, The hoary Majesty of Spades appears, Puts forth one manly leg, to fight reveald, The reft, his many-colour'd robe conceal'd The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage, Proves the juft victim of his royal rage. Ev'n mighty Pam, that Kings and Queens o'erthrew, And mow'd down armies in the fights of Lu, Sad chance of war! now, destitute of aid, Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade!

Thus far both armies to Belinda yield ; Now to the Baron fate inclines the field. His warlike Amazon her host invades, Th' imperial confort of the crown of Spades. The Club's black tyrant first her victim dy'd, Spite of his haughty mien, and barb'rous pride: What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe?


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