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HAUNCH OF VENISON;
THANKS, my lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter Never rang'd in a forest, or smok'd in a platter. The haunch was a picture for painters to study, The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy; Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting
To spoil such a delicate picture by eating:
I had thoughts, in my chambers to place it in view,
This tale of the bacon's a damnable bounce?
Well, suppose it a bounce-sure a poet may try, By a bounce now and then, to get courage to fly.
But, my lord, it's no bounce: I protest in my turn, It's a truth-and your lordship may ask Mr Burn.* To go on with my tale-as I gaz'd on the haunch, I thought of a friend that was trusty and staunch, So I cut it, and sent it to Reynolds undrest, To paint it, or eat it, just as he lik'd best.
Of the neck and the breast I had next to dispose : 'Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Mon
But in parting with these I was puzzled again, With the how, and the who, and the where, and the when.
There's H-d, and C-y, and H―rth, and H-ff, I think they love venison-I know they love beef. There's my countryman, Higgins-Oh! let him
For making a blunder, or picking a bone.
An acquaintance, a friend, as he call'd himself, enter'd;
An under-bred, fine spoken fellow was he,
And he smil❜d as he look'd at the venison and me.* "What have we got here?-Why this is good eating!
Your own, I suppose or is it in waiting?"
"Why whose should it be?" cried I with a flounce, "I get these things often"-but that was a bounce: "Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation,
Are pleas'd to be kind-but I hate ostentation."
"If that be the case then," cried he, very gay, "I'm glad I have taken this house in my way.
* Lord Clare's nephew.
To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me;
My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my lord Clare.
What say you-a pasty? it shall, and it must,
Thus snatching his hat, he brush'd off like the wind,
Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, And "nobody with me at sea but myself;"* Tho' I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty, Yet Johnson and Burke, and a good venison pasty, Were things that I never dislik'd in my life, Tho' clogg'd with a coxcomb, and Kitty his wife. So next day in due splendour to make my approach, I drove to his door in my own hackney-coach. When come to the place where we all were to dine; (A chair lumber'd closet, just twelve feet by nine:) My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite dumb,
With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not
"For I knew it," he cried, "both eternally fail, The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale; But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty. The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew,
They both of them merry, and authors like you:
See the letters that passed between his Royal Highness Henry Duke of Cumberland, and Lady Grosvenor.-12mo, 1769.