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From morn to night, the eternal larum run,
Which often lost those hearts her eyes

had won.

Sir John was smitten, and confessed his flame,
Sighed out the usual time, then wed the dame :
Possessed he thought of every joy of life,
But his dear Molly proved a very wife.
Excess of fondness did in time decline,

Madam loved money, and the knight loved wine.
From whence some petty discords would arise,
As, "You're a fool "; and, "You are mighty wise!"
Though he and all the world allowed her wit,
Her voice was shrill, and rather loud than sweet,
When she began,--for hat and sword he'd call.
Then, after a faint kiss, cry, "B'y, dear Moll:
Supper and friends expect me at the Rose."
And, “What, Sir John, you'll get your usual dose !
Go, stink of smoke, and guzzle nasty wine,
Sure, never virtuous love was used like mine!"

Oft as the watchful bellman marched his round,
At a fresh bottle gay Sir John he found.
By four the knight would get his business done,
And only then reeled off, because alone;

Full well he knew the dreadful storm to come,
But armed with bordeaux, he durst venture home.

My lady with her tongue was still prepared,
She rattled loud, and he impatient heard :
""Tis a fine hour? In a sweet pickle made!
And this, Sir John, is every day the trade.
Here I sit moping all the live-long night,
Devoured with spleen, and stranger to delight;

1 The Rose Tavern, in Russell Street, adjoined Drury Lane Theatre, and was a favourite resort during and after the play.

'Till morn sends staggering home a drunken beast, Resolved to break my heart, as well as rest.'

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"Hey! Hoop! d'ye hear my damned obstreperous spouse !

What, can't you find one bed about the house!
Will that perpetual clack lie never still!

That rival to the softness of a mill!

Some couch and distant room must be my choice,
Where I may sleep uncursed with wife and noise."

Long this uncomfortable life they led,
With snarling meals, and each a separate bed.
To an old uncle oft she would complain,
Beg his advice, and scarce from tears refrain.
Old Wisewood smoked the matter as it was,

Cheer up!" cried he, "and I'll remove the cause.

"A wonderous spring within my garden flows, Of sovereign virtue, chiefly to compose Domestic jars, and matrimonial strife, The best elixir t' appease man and wife; Strange are th' effects, the qualities divine, 'Tis water called, but worth its weight in wine. If in his sullen airs Sir John should come,

Three spoonfuls take, hold in your mouth-then mum: Smile, and look pleased, when he shall rage and scold, Still in your mouth the healing cordial hold;

One month this sympathetic medecine tried,

He'll grow a lover, you a happy bride.
But, dearest niece, keep this grand secret close,
Or every prattling hussy 'll beg a dose."

A water-bottle's brought for her relief,
Not Nantz could sooner ease the lady's grief:

Her busy thoughts are on the trial bent,
And female-like, impatient for th' event:

The bonny knight reels home exceeding clear,
Prepared for clamour, and domestic war.

Entering, he cries, "Hey! where's our thunder fled?
No hurricane! Betty, 's your lady dead?"
Madam, aside, an ample mouthful takes,
Curtsies, looks kind, but not a word she speaks:
Wondering, he stared, scarcely his eyes believed,
But found his ears agreeably deceived.

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Why, how now, Molly, what's the crotchet now? She smiles, and answers only with a bow.

Then clasping her about,-"Why, let me die!
These nightclothes, Moll, become thee mightily!"
With that, he sighed, her hand began to press,
And Betty calls, her lady to undress;

'Nay, kiss me, Molly, for I'm much inclined."
Her lace she cuts, to take him in the mind.
Thus the fond pair to bed enamoured went,
The lady pleased, and the good knight content.

For many days these fond endearments passed,
The reconciling bottle fails at last;

'Twas used and gone: Then midnight storms arose,
And looks and words the union discompose.
Her coach is ordered, and post-haste she flies,
To beg her uncle for some fresh supplies;
Transported does the strange effects relate,
Her knight's conversion, and her happy state!

Why, niece," says he, "I prithee apprehend
The water's water. Be thyself thy friend ;
Such beauty would the coldest husband warm,
But your provoking tongue undoes the charm:

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Be silent, and complying; you'll soon find,
Sir John, without a medecine, will be kind."

St. James's Coffee-house, April 13.

L etters from Venice say, the disappointment of their

expectation to see his Danish Majesty, has very much disquieted the Court of Rome. Our last advices from Germany inform us, that the minister of Hanover has urged the council at Ratisbon to exert themselves in behalf of the common cause, and taken the liberty to say, that the dignity, the virtue, the prudence of his electoral highness, his master, were called to the head of their affairs in vain, if they thought fit to leave him naked of the proper means to make those excellences useful for the honour and safety of the Empire. They write from Berlin of the 13th, O.S., that the true design of General Fleming's visit to that Court was, to insinuate, that it will be for the mutual interest of the King of Prussia and King Augustus to enter into a new alliance; but that the ministers of Prussia are not inclined to his sentiments. We hear from Vienna, that his Imperial Majesty has expressed great satisfaction in their high mightinesses having communicated to him the whole that has passed in the affair of a peace. Though there have been practices used by the agents of France, in all the Courts of Europe, to break the good understanding of the allies, they have had no other effect, but to make all the members concerned in the alliance, more doubtful of their safety from the great offers of the enemy. The Empire is roused by this alarm, and the frontiers of all the French dominions are in danger of being insulted the ensuing campaign: advices from all parts confirm, that it is impossible for France to find a way to obtain so much credit, as to gain any one potentate

of the allies, or make any hope for safety from other prospects.

I

From my own Apartment, April 13.

find it of very great use, now I am setting up for a writer of news, that I am an adept in astrological speculations; by which means, I avoid speaking of things which may offend great persons. great persons. But at the same time, I must not prostitute the liberal sciences so far, as not to utter the truth in cases which do not immediately concern the good of my native country. I must therefore boldly contradict what has been so assuredly reported by the news-writers of England, that France is in the most deplorable condition, and that their people die in great multitudes. I will therefore let the world know, that my correspondent, by the way of Brussels, informs me, upon his honour, that the gentleman who writes the Gazette of Paris, and ought to know as well as any man, has told him, that ever since the king has been past his 63rd year, or grand climacteric, there has not one man died of the French nation who was younger than his Majesty, except a very few, who were taken suddenly near the village of Hochsted' in Germany; and some more, who were straitened for lodging at a place called Ramilies, and died on the road to Ghent and Bruges. There are also other things given out by the allies, which are shifts below a conquering nation to make use of. Among others, 'tis said, there is a general murmuring among the people of France, though at the same time all my letters agree, that there is so good an understanding among them, that there is not one morsel carried out of any market in the kingdom, but what is delivered upon credit.

1 The Battle of Blenheim.

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