A LONG STORY,

The first came cap-a-pee from France
Her conqu'ring destiny fulfilling,
Whom meaner beauties eye afkance,
And vainly ape her art of killing.

The other Amazon kind heaven
Had arm'd with spirit, wit, and fatire :
But Cobham had the polifh given,
And tipp'd her arrows with good-nature.

To celebrate her eyes, her hair—
Coarfe panegyrics would but teaze her.
Meliffa is her *Nom de Guerre*.
Alas, who would not wifh to pleafe her!

With bonnet blue and capuchin,
And aprons long they hid their armour,
And veil'd their weapons bright and keen
In pity to the country-farmer.

Fame

68 A LONG STORY,

Fame in the shape of Mr. P—tt
(By this time all the parish know it)
Had told, that thereabouts there lurk'd
A wicked Imp they call a Poet;

Who prowl'd the country far and near,
Bewitch'd the children of the peafants,
Dried up the cows, and lam'd the deer,
And fuck'd the eggs, and kill'd the pheafants.

My Lady heard their joint petition,
Swore by her coronet and ermine,
She'd iffue out her high commissión
To rid the manor of fuch vermin.

The Heroines undertook the tafk,
Thro' lanes unknown, o'er ffiles they ventur'd,
Rapp'd at the door, nor ftay'd to aſk,
But bounce into the parlour enter'd.

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