MISCELLANEOUS. A LONG STORY. ADVERTISEMENT.-Gray's Elegy,' previous to its publication, was handed about in MS., and had, amongst other admirers, the Lady Cobham, who resided in the mansion-house at Stoke-Pogeis. The performance inducing her to wish for the author's acquaintance, Lady Schaub and Miss Speed, then at her house, undertook to introduce her to it. These two ladies waited upon the author at his aunt's solitary habitation, where he at that time resided, and not finding him at home, they left a card behind them. Mr Gray, surprised at such a compliment, returned the visit; and as the beginning of this intercourse bore some appearance of romance, he gave the humorous and lively account of it which the 'Long Story' contains. 1 IN Britain's isle, no matter where, An ancient pile of building1 stands : 2 To raise the ceiling's fretted height, Each pannel in achievements clothing, And passages that lead to nothing. 1 'Pile of building: the mansion-house at Stoke-Pogeis, then in the possession of Viscountess Cobham. The style of building which we now call Queen Elizabeth's, is here admirably described, both with regard to its beauties and defects; and the third and fourth stanzas delineate the fantastic manners of her time with equal truth and humour, The house formerly belonged to the Earls of Huntingdon and the family of Hatton. 3 Full oft within the spacious walls, 4 His bushy beard and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat and satin doublet, Though Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it. 5 What, in the very first beginning, Your history whither are you spinning? 6 A house there is (and that's enough) From whence one fatal morning issues A brace of warriors, not in buff, But rustling in their silks and tissues. 7 The first came cap-à-pie from France, 8 The other Amazon kind Heaven Had arm'd with spirit, wit, and satire ; And tipp'd her arrows with good nature. 9 To celebrate her eyes, her air Coarse panegyrics would but tease her; 1 'Lord-Keeper:' Sir Christopher Hatton, promoted by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful person and fine dancing. Brawls were a sort of a figure-dance then in vogue. Melissa is her nom de guerre; Alas! who would not wish to please her! 10 With bonnet blue and capuchine, And aprons long, they hid their armour; 11 Fame, in the shape of Mr P-t, 12 Who prowl'd the country far and near, Bewitch'd the children of the peasants, 13 My Lady heard their joint petition, Swore by her coronet and ermine, To rid the manor of such vermin. 14 The heroines undertook the task; Through lanes unknown, o'er stiles they ventured, Rapp'd at the door, nor stay'd to ask, But bounce into the parlour enter'd. 15 The trembling family they daunt; They flirt, they sing, they laugh, they tattle, And upstairs in a whirlwind rattle. 16 Each hole and cupboard they explore, Each creek and cranny of his chamber, Run hurry-scurry round the floor, And o'er the bed and tester clamber 17 Into the drawers and china pry, Papers and books, a huge imbroglio! Or creased like dog's-ears in a folio! 18 On the first marching of the troops, 19 So Rumour says; (who will believe?) 20 Short was his joy: he little knew 21 The words too eager to unriddle, 22 So cunning was the apparatus, The powerful pothooks did so move him, 23 Yet on his way (no sign of grace, For folks in fear are apt to pray) To Phœbus he preferr'd his case, And begg'd his aid that dreadful day. 24 The godhead would have back'd his quarrel: Own'd that his quiver and his laurel 25 The court was set, the culprit there; Forth from their gloomy mansions creeping, 26 Such as in silence of the night Come sweep along some winding entry, (Styack has often seen the sight) 1 Or at the chapel-door stand sentry; 27 In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd, 28 The peeress comes: the audience stare, And doff their hats with due submission; 29 The Bard with many an artless fib And all that Grooms 3 could urge against him. 1'Styack:' the housekeeper. -2 Squib: the steward.' 'Grooms: ' of the chamber. |