65 Fresh dainties are by Britain's traffick known, 70 But then the fpring breaks forth with fresh supplies, And from the teeming earth new buds arife. 76 So ftubble geefe at Michaelmas are feen In the time of King Henry VIII. the Park was a wild wet field; but that prince, on building St. James's palace, enclofed it, laid it out in walks, and collecting the waters together gave to the new-enclofed ground and new-raifed building the name of St. James's. It was much enlarged by Charles I. who added to it several fields, planted it with rows of limetrees, laid out the Mall, formed the canal with a decoy and other ponds for waterfowl. The limetrees or tilia, whofe bloffoms are incomparably fragrant, were probably planted in confequence of a fuggestion of Mr. Evelyn in his Fumifugium, publithed in 1661.-The improvements lately made seem in fome measure to have brought it into the state it was in before the Reftoration; at least the wild ducks have in their turn given way to the grafshoppers. 85 A princely palace on that space does rife To friends departed by their fun'ral feaft. Tho' I've confulted Holinfhed and Stow I find it very difficult to know 90 95 Who, to refresh th' attendants to a grave 100 As wealth flow'd in, and plenty sprang from peace,. Good humour reign'd, and pleasures found increase. 'Twas ufual then the banquet to prolong By mufick's charm and fome delightful song, A comedy called The Mulberry Garden. How fome fuccefsful were, how others croft; Then to the sparkling glass would give his toast, 110 To relish both the mufick and the wine. Or fend up what I roaft with pleafing froth, 115. But thro' my bashful folly scorn to learn? When among friends good humour takes its birth 'Tis not a tedious feast prolongs the mirth; But it's not reason therefore you should spare 12c When as their future Burgess you prepare For a fat corporation and their mayor. All things fhould find their room in proper place, And what adorns this treat would that disgrace. Sometimes the vulgar will of mirth partake, And have exceffive doings at their wake: Ev'n tailors at their yearly feafts look great, And all their cucumbers are turn'd to meat. A prince who in a forest rides astray, 125 130 And weary to fome cottage finds the way, 135 Unless fome fweetness at the bottom lie Who cares for all the crinkling of the pie ? If you would have me merry with your cheer The things we eat by various juice control 140 145 Your fhellfish raifes Venus from the sea : For Nature that inclines to ill or good Still nourishes our passions by our food. Happy the man that has each fortune try'd, To whom the much has given and much deny'd; With abstinence all delicates he fees, 151 And can regale himself with toaft and cheese. 155 160 Cornwall fquabpie, and Devon whitepot brings, 166 At Christmas time be careful of your fame; See the old tenants' table be the fame ; Then if you would send up the brawner's head, Sweet rosemary and bays around it spread ; His foaming tusks let fome large pippin grace, Or midst those thund'ring spears an orange place; Sauce like himself, offenfive to its foes, 170 The roguish muftard, dang'rous to the nose! Tho' Cooks are often men of pregnant wit, "A potentate of high command, 180 186 190 "Ten thoufand bakers did attend him,' "Ten thousand brewers did befriend him; |