"Just in this hapless Trim and pensive Plight, The old Collegian[137] stood confess'd to Sight; Whom, when our new-come Guest at first beheld, He started back, with great Amazement fill'd; Turns to the Chamberlain, says, bless my Eyes! } Is this the Man you told me was so nice? } I meant his Room was so Sir, he replies; } The Man is now in Dishabille and Dirt, He shaves To-morrow tho', and turns his Shirt; Stand not at Distance, I'll present you, come My Friend, how is't? I've brought you here a Chum; One that's a Gentleman; a worthy Man, And you'll oblige me, serve him all you can.
"The Chums salute, the old Collegian first Bending his Body almost to the Dust; Upon his Face unusual Smiles appear And long abandon'd Hope his Spirits chear Thought he, Relief's at hand, and I shall eat; } Will you walk in, good Sir, and take a Seat! } We have what's decent here, tho' not compleat; } As for myself, I scandalize the Room, But you'll consider, Sir, that I'm at Home; Tho' had I thought a Stranger to have seen, I should have ordered Matters to've been clean; But here, amongst ourselves, we never mind, Borrow or lend--reciprocally kind; Regard not Dress;--tho' Sir, I have a Friend Has Shirts enough, and, if you please, I'll send. No Ceremony, Sir, you give me Pain; I have a clean Shirt, Sir.--But have you twain? O, yes, and twain to boot, and those twice told, Besides, I thank my Stars, a Piece of Gold. Why, then I'll be so free, Sir, as to borrow, I mean a Shirt, Sir,--only till To-morrow. You're welcome, Sir,--I'm glad you are so free. Then turns the old Collegian round with Glee; Whispers the Chamberlain with secret Joy, We live to-night!--I'm sure he'll pay his Foy: Turns to his Chum again with Eagerness, And thus bespeaks him with his best Address;
"See, Sir, how pleasant, what a Prospect's there; Below you see them sporting on the Bare; Above, the Sun, Moon, Star, engage the Eye, And those Abroad can't see beyond the Sky: These rooms are better far than those beneath, A clearer Light, a sweeter Air we breath; A decent Garden does our Window grace, With Plants untainted, undistain'd the Glass; And welcome Showers descending from above In gentle Drops of Rain, which Flowers love: In short, Sir, nothing can be well more sweet: But, I forgot--perhaps you chuse to eat; Tho', for my part, I've nothing of my own, To-day I scrap'd my Yesterday's Blade Bone; But we can send--Ay, Sir, with all my Heart, (Then very opportunely enters _Smart_).[138] O, here's our Cook, he dresses all Things well; Will you sup here, or do you chuse the Cell? There's mighty good Accommodations there, Rooms plenty, or a Box in Bartholm' Fair;[139] There, too, we can divert you, and may shew Some Characters are worth your while to know,