"For the neglect of offers past And pride in days of yore, He kindles up a fire at last, That burns her at threescore. "A polish'd wile is smoothly spread Where whilome wrinkles lay; And, glowing with an artful red, She ogles at the play. "Along the Mall she softly sails, In white and silver drest; Her neck expos'd to Eastern gales, And jewels on her breast. "Her children banish'd, age forgot, Lord Sidney is her care; And, what is a much happier lot, Has hopes to be her _heir_. "This is all true history, though it is doggerel rhyme: in good earnest she has turned Lady D---- and family out of doors to make room for him, and there he lies like leaf-gold upon a pill; there never was so violent and so indiscreet a passion. Lady Stafford says nothing was ever like it, since Phædra and Hippolitus.--'Lord ha' mercy upon us! See what we may all come to!' "M. W. M." Again--the following words are as colours taken from the pallet of a Sir Joshua: "Cavendish-square, 1727. "I cannot deny, but that I was very well diverted on the Coronation day. I saw the procession much at my ease, in a house which I filled with my own company, and then got into Westminster-hall without trouble, where it was very entertaining to observe the variety of airs that all meant the same thing. The business of every walker there was to conceal vanity and gain admiration. For these purposes some languished and others strutted; but a visible satisfaction was diffused over every countenance, as soon as the coronet was clapped on the head. But she that drew the greatest number of eyes, was indisputably Lady Orkney. She exposed behind a mixture of fat and wrinkles; and before, a very considerable protuberance which preceded her. Add to this, the inimitable roll of her eyes, and her grey hairs, which by good fortune stood directly upright, and 'tis impossible to imagine a more delightful spectacle. She had embellished all this with considerable magnificence, which made her look as big again as usual; and I should have thought her one of the largest things of God's making if my Lady St. J**n had not displayed all her charms in honour of the day. The poor Duchess of M***se _crept along with a dozen of black snakes playing round her face_, and my Lady P***nd (who is fallen away since her dismission from court) represented very finely an Egyptian mummy embroidered over with hieroglyphics."