BY THE AUTHOR
SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY
Ladies, for you -- I heard our poet say --
He'd try to coax some moral from his play:
'One moral's plain' -- cried I -- 'without more fuss;
'Man's social happiness all rests on us --
'Through all the drama -- whether damned or not -- 5 'Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.
'From ev'ry rank -- obedience is our due --
'D'ye doubt? -- The world's great stage shall prove it true.'
The cit1 -- well skilled to shun domestic strife --
Will sup abroad; -- but first -- he'll ask his wife: 10John Trot, his friend -- for once, will do the same,
But then -- hell' just 'step home to tell my dame.' --
The surly 'Squire -- at noon resolves to rule,
And half the day -- zounds! madam is a fool!
Convinced at night -- the vanquished victor says, 15 'Ah! Kate! you women have such coaxing ways!' --
The jolly toper chides each tardy blade, --
Till reeling Bacchus calls on love for aid:
Then with each toast, he sees fair bumpers swim,
And kisses Chloe on the sparkling brim! 20
Nay, I have heard that statesmen -- great and wise --
Will sometimes counsel with a lady's eyes;
The servile suitors -- watch her various face,
She smiles preferment -- or she frowns disgrace,
Curtsies a pension here -- there nods a place.
Nor with less awe, in scenes of humbler life,
Is viewed the mistress, or is heard the wife.
The poorest peasant of the poorest soil,
The child of poverty, and heir to toil --
Early from radiant love's impartial light, 30 Steals one small spark, to cheer his world of night: Dear spark! -- that oft through winter's chilling woes,
Is all the warmth his little cottage knows!
The wand'ring tar -- who not for years has pressed
The widowed partner of his day of rest -- 35 On the cold deck -- far from her arms removed -- Still hums the ditty which his Susan loved:
And while around the cadence rude is blown,
The boatswain whistles in a softer tone.