Matters at worst are sure to mend, T. Thy tale has raised a turtle's spleen, Where passion does with interest barter, APPLICATION, WRITTEN LONG AFTER THE TALE. 416 430 O DEAREST daughter,1 of two dearest friends, For constant virtue has immortal charms. 6 DOWN-HALL: A BALLAD,1 TO THE TUNE OF KING JOHN AND THE 1 I SING not old Jason, who travelled through Greece, To kiss the fair maids, and possess the rich Fleece; Nor sing I Æneas, who, led by his mother, Got rid of one wife, and went far for another: Derry down, down, hey derry down. 2 Nor him who through Asia and Europe did roam, Ulysses by name, who ne'er cried to go home, But rather desired to see cities and men, Than return to his farms, and converse with old Pen. 3 Hang Homer and Virgil! their meaning to seek, A man must have poked into Latin and Greek; Those who love their own tongue, we have reason to hope, Have read them translated by Dryden and Pope. 4 But I sing of exploits that have lately been done By two British heroes, called Matthew and John: 2 1 Down-hall in the county of Essex, three miles south-east from Hatfield Broad Oak Church, beautifully seated on a rising ground, above a stream which runs through Hatfield town, having a fine prospect over the adjacent country; purchased for Prior by his friend Lord Harley. Mr Prior, and Mr John Morley, of Halstead. And how they rid friendly from fine London town, 5 Now ere they went out you may rightly suppose How much they discoursed both in prudence and prose; For, before this great journey was thoroughly concerted, Full often they met, and as often they parted. 6 And thus Matthew said, Look you here, my friend John, I fairly have travelled years thirty and one; grave: 7 And now in this journey of life I would have 8 There are gardens so stately, and arbours so thick, A portal of stone, and a fabric of brick; The matter next week shall be all in your power; 9 For things in this world must by law be made certain: We both must repair unto Oliver Martin; For he is a lawyer of worthy renown, I'll bring you to see, he must fix you at Down. 10 Quoth Matthew, I know, that, from Berwick to Dover, You've sold all our premises over and over: And now, if your buyers and sellers agree, You may throw all our acres into the South Sea. 11 But a word to the purpose: to-morrow, dear friend, 13 But Matthew thought better; for Matthew thought right, And hired a chariot so trim and so tight, That extremes both of winter and summer might pass: For one window was canvass, the other was glass. 14 Draw up, quoth friend Matthew; pull down, quoth friend John, We shall be both hotter and colder anon. Thus talking and scolding, they forward did speed; 15 Into an old inn did this equipage roll, At a town they call Hodson, the sign of the Bull; Near a nymph with an urn, that divides the high way, And into a puddle throws mother of tea. 16 Come here, my sweet landlady, pray how d'ye do; Where is Cicely so cleanly, and Prudence, and Sue, And where is the widow that dwelt here below, And the ostler that sung about eight years ago? 1 Lord Coningsby was one of the members of the committee of the Privy Council, who examined Mr Prior at the accession of George I. From the account given by the poet of what passed on that occasion, he appears to have been very roughly treated by that nobleman. 17 And where is your sister, so mild and so dear? Whose voice to her maids like a trumpet was clear. By my troth! she replies, you grow younger, I think: And pray, Sir, what wine does the gentleman drink? 18 Why now let me die, Sir, or live upon trust, If I know to which question to answer you first; Why things, since I saw you, most strangely have varied, The ostler is hanged, and the widow is married. 19 And Prue left a child for the parish to nurse; 20 Well, peace to her ashes! what signifies grief! She roasted red veal, and she powdered lean beef; 21 For that matter, Sir, be you squire, knight, or lord, 22 Of mutton a delicate neck and a breast Shall swim in the water in which they were drest; 23 Then supper was served, and the sheets they were laid; And Morley most lovingly whispered the maid. |