He might, however, have exercised his critical abilities with more success on _Hogarth's_ neglect of propriety, though it affords him occasion to display his wit. At the burial of a wanton, who expired in a garret, no escutcheons were ever hung up, or rings given away; and I much question if any bawd ever chose to avow that character before a clergyman, or any infant was ever habited as chief mourner to attend a parent to the grave.--I may add, that when these pictures were painted (a time, if news-papers are to be credited, when, having no established police, every act of violence and licentiousness was practised with impunity in our streets, and women of pleasure were brutally persecuted in every quarter of the town), a funeral attended by such a sisterhood would scarcely have been permitted to reach the place of interment. Much however must be forgiven to the morality of _Hogarth's_ design, and the powers with which it is executed. It may also, on the present occasion, be observed, that in no other scene, out of the many he has painted, has he so widely deviated from _vraisemblance_. The following verses, however wretched, being explanatory of the set of plates already spoken of, are here re-printed. They made their appearance under the earliest and best of the pirated copies published by _Bowles. Hogarth_, finding that such a metrical description had its effect, resolved that his next series of prints should receive the same advantage from an abler hand. PLATE I. See there, but just arriv'd in town, The _Country Girl_ in home-spun gown, Tho' plain her dress appears, how neat! Her looks how innocent and sweet! Does not your indignation rise, When on the bawd you cast your eyes? Fraught with devices to betray; She's hither come in quest of prey; Screens her designs with godly airs, And talks of homilies and pray'rs, Till, by her arts, the wretched Maid To vile _Francisco_ is betray'd. And see, the lewd old rogue appears, How at the fresh young thing thing he leers! In lines too strong, too well exprest The lustful satyr stands confest. On batter'd jade, in thread-bare gown, The _Rural Priest_ is come to town-- Think what his humble thought engages; Why--lesser work and greater wages.