Our veffel he ftop'd, and he mounted the fide, And vow'd, when he faw me, he'd make me his bride;

Then bow'd at my feet, and his trident up gave,

And hail'd me the Goddefs of Ocean's dark cave!

All preffing, careffing, he cail'd me his love,
As gentle and foft as bright Venus's dove!
But when I intreated his diftance he'd keep,
With barbarous fpeed was I borne to the
deep!

In vain did I ftruggle, and strive to escape
A fecond edition of Proferpine's rape.
Gainft the ruffian defpoiler-fay, what could

I do?

By force, not by love, did the tyrant fubdue ! All flutter'd with fear, and with rage in my face,

I fhriek'd, and recoil'd from his briny embrace;

And when I emerg'd from his lawless controul,

"I hook my poor ears like a moufe in a bowl."

But O! with what rapture my fpa klers did gleam,

When I woke and difcover'd-all this was

a dream!

dead!

Forgive the chatte nymph, fhou'd the wish to

conceal

All the rifings and fwimmings too often I feel;

For whenever it happens the weather's not mild,

I'm as fick and as fqueamish as Jenny with

child.

You have feen bales of goods and mercantile

wares

Rais'd by pullies to windows np two paira of stairs;

So ftuck in a chair, made on purpose for this, Sailors hoift upon deck ev'ry India-bound Mifs:

When pois'd in the air, I happen'd 'to fhow Too much of my legs to the boat's crew below;

Who laughing, occafion'd the blush of dif

treis.

Indeed, dear Mama, I'm oblig'd to confefs, That indecency fo inuch on fhip-board prevail'd,

I fcarce heard aught elfe from the moment I fail'd

The noife in the fhip from every quarter, Almoft fplit the brain of your poor little daughter:

Twice a-week 'twas the custom the drum loud to rattle,

As a fignal below to prepare for a battle. The failors on deck were for ever a-brawling The ladies below in piano were fqualling; The bulk heads of cabins were conftantl creaking

In concert with pigs, who as often wer fqueaking;

Such a clatter above from the chick to the goofe,

I thought the live-stock on the poop had broke loose;

Dogs, puppies, and monkies of ev'ry degree Howl'd peals of loud difcord in harsh fymphony;

Whilft near to my cabin a fad noify brute
Moft cruelly tortur'd a poor German flute:
Another, a fprightly amufement to find,
A broken bad fiddle with three ftrings wou'd
grind ;

And to add to difcordance, our third mate
Tarpawl

Some vulgar low tune would be certain to bawl.

But to picture the whole I am really unable, 'Twas worse than the noise at the building of Babel;

I declare my poor ears were fo fadly diftreft, That for many a week I ne'er got any reft. Had Signior Corelli but witnefs'd the fcene, The mufical foul would have died of the fpleen!

Stanley, protect me! hadst thou been

but near,

Ah!
Tho' blind, thou'dft have pray'd to be deal

in each ear:

Doctor Pompofus was forc'd for to heap up

An opiate each night, my poor fpirits to keep up.

It was often the cafe on a rough squally day, At dinner our fhip on her beam ends would lay;

Then tables and chairs on the floor all would jumble,

Knives, dishes, and bottles, upon us would

tumble.

Full many a glafs of good wine, I may fay, By a violent tofs was thrown down the wrong way;

And as on board fhip we have no one to scrub, As for three months at least there's no thumping the tub;

So I think it but proper that delicate women Should lay in a plentiful flock of clean linen. Whenever I walk on the deck, I am fure To be fhock'd by fuch language as none can endure ;

Such fcolding! fuch roaring! fuch blafting of eyes!

You'd think that the crew in rebellion would rife!

The Captains, great creatures! fo regally great,

Like Hector, oft (wagger in blustering state; From Starboard to larboard at pleasure they fride,

The cocks of their dunghill in laughable pride;

Now up to the Cuddy, then back to the Waift,

They actively ftrut in prodigious great hafte; While Tarpawl, in order to prove he's genteel,

Of mariner's jargon will ring us a peal. At ught of the Ladies his voice, loud as thunder,

Tremendously bellows fome technical blunder;

Stays, bowlings, and ratt'lings, with many a curle,

Which auk wardly jingle when put into verse. How much it has tortur'd and puzzled my brain

To jumble together his forecastle strain.

So of that kind of knowledge I've got a great ftore,

hear;

chance to be thin;

Of which I had fcarce any notion before. Another diversion the young men would prize,

'Twas in feeing us all from our pigeon-holes rife;

With them 'tis a proof of politeness, they think,

The Ladies perfections in bumpers to drink ; For often they boast they have had a full view Of Prim, and Flutetta, myself, and Miss

Prue :

But what man of good-breeding will offer to peep

At a groupe of fine girls as they lay all asleep! Since deeming her charms are from all eyes debarr'd,

The most delicate maid is at times off her guard :

And they who prefume this advantage to take,

All pretenfion to manners must furely forfake. In our ship 'twas one fcene, on my word, I may fay,

Of boring and flopping on both fides all day: If we fill'd up one hole 'twas the fame as before,

With their gimblets another they'd presently

bore.

Then heavily roll'd, with his wig and his hat, A fpherical Dutchman, o'erwhelmed by his fat. [can? To what fhall I like him? fay aught, i I To a mountain, I vow, in the fhape of a man! Reclin'd on his arm, with an allbmaopprefs'd, Hung a globular woman, moft flaunting y drefs'd;

To her figure gigantic fay what can compare? Why nought but the Heidelburg ton, I declare!

While, fteaming with heat, both appear'd, I infift,

Half veil'd from my fight, as if plung'd in a mift!

With a hump on his fhoulder came Captain

Van-Sprack,

Like Atlas, fupporting the world on his back; Next Madam Van-Towzer came flirting away With a young Cicifteo quite tawdry and gay, With whom the but recently fled from the

With Mynheer Van-Dondermans--Youf Vrouw Van-Spoke

Came daudling in with the Duchefs's poke. There were two Mifs Hoof-Sneekens, who laughably ape

English fathions, as yearly they pass by the Cape;

With the eldeft, her beauty doth chiefly confift

In a vulgar red check and a tub-thumping fift;

Whilft the youngest difplays a broad naked brown breaft,

With a pair of ftout arms fit a mop on to reft; And yet thefe two frights are the Belles of the place!

Lord! Dutch Beaux are, at beft, but a Hottentot race!

With libations of gin, and tobacco's vile fumes,

They drank and they fmoak'd us away from

Their motion to mufic most awkwardly fuits; So the Vrouws, in a minuet, folemnly prance Like a bear, at a fair, that is tutor'd to dance:

As a whale in fhoal water flaps hard to get out,

Mynheer, in cotillon, thus flounders about. I'm fure you would laugh at their compli

meats queer,

Leer Of het vaa tye Me vrouw ? or hoe vnt je MynMynheer, ik ben bly uvan avond le vind, O! Lord, where a thyme to this line fhall I find ?

So much was I fhock'd by fuch diffonant ítrain,

Hark! chaos, faid I, is returaing again!
Ye powers proiect me! avert the harth found,
And field my chafle car from each gut'ral's
deep wound!

In vain I attempted to utter a few,
I thought, on my word, a lock-jaw would
enfoc!

Perhaps, when the Lombards all Europe laid walle,

Then Dutch was a language of prevalent taste;
But how in an age where we daily refine,
It yet boafts existence, I ne'er can divine!
O! could you furvey all the women a-clack-
ing,

Tough walnuts you'd think wi h their teeth they were cracking.

At table the men could you view in debate, You'd think they were going to fpit in your plate;

For many a guttural's thorough bafs note, Like the bone of a fish, feems to flick in their throat.

O! fancy them, mother, uniting their forces, And ftamping their feet like a ftring of dray horfes ;

All moaking their pipes, round the circle they take,

He dances the belt who the floor moft can shake!

Dear fhade of great Hogarth, arise, and retouch,

With thy accurate hand, this affembly of
Dutch;

Q! Genius lamented! thy pencil alone
Can picture the groupe as it ought to be

shewn.

fheep;

With fo flender a fare, that I feldom do meet
Scarce with any thing fresh at a table tocat ;
And as it is fix'd we're to fail very foon,
To get out of the way of the change of mon-
foon,

A line or two, therefore, I'll hastily scrawl,
As a note, "we're thus far on our way to
Bengal."

From thence, in another light letter, I'll state Whate'er I most worthy may deem to relate; For there's an emporium of further delight To challenge my mufe to produce a new flight,

As a fubj. &t extenfive, facetious, and new, Calcutta, I'm told, will prefent to my view. With mirth and good-humour then next will I trače

The customs, the manners, the folks of that place;

But crufh'd be my verfe, if I fhould ever fend
One line that can merit or friendship offend!
One line that by fatire or wit mifapplied,
Ban render my feelings or conduct decried!
A generous bofom will ever difdain
To wound in the dark, or to virtue give pain;
So cruel a triumph let bafene's purfue,
Who cowardly ftabs whilft fecreted from

view!

Be mine the bright line to keep honour in fight,

Nor blush, with my name, to avow what I write! [flow, Tho' in mufical cadence its numbers may Accurs'd be the ftrain if it brings me a foe!

EUROP. MAG.

the way,

Wno pompously fung out our praises for pay, And pleasantly choak'd us with columns of duft,

As a tax upon greatness, which swallow we mult.

Cleopatra hei felf was not better attended In her elegant barge, when the Nile fhe defcended:

In short, to a Lady's they rapidly fped, Who begg'd at her house we would each take a bed;

A generous dame! whose benevolent will Is her houfe with good company ever to fill. We fcarce had been feated, ere first we were told

To prepare to comply with an etiquette old, To receive the whole town in our newest attire,

And fit up in form that they might us ad

mire;

To be ogled by all fuch who chose to profefs That their joy at our landing they could not exprefs.

I own I recoil'd at a practice fo vile,
And daily propos'd to poftpone it a while;
But our friend Mrs. Shrivel, with whom we
refide,

Infifted we ne'er could it well fet afide;

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