Their airy Tents are sprucely Neat and Clean, And all is there disposed with a _Bonne Mine_, Each strives to shew his Genius to be _Brilliant_, In the Composure of his gay Pavillion. The spacious Avenue that leads to th’ Door, Is with red Gravel (rolled) all cover’d o’er; A Grassy Turf each Walk emborders round, And greatly beautifies the golden Ground; In various Forms their Fancies are exprest, One Walk, on either side, with Flowers is drest: Another entrench’d, some strew’d with Cockle-Shells, (And each think, doubtless, that his own excels.) While others, who’re, perhaps, more negligent, Have nought but rugged Earth before their Tent. The noble H----’s Pavilion’s in the Centre, A Guard is at the Door, that none should enter But whom he bids, and lest it be expos’d, With platted Boughs ’tis all round enclosed: So thick they stand, so loftily they rise, Secure he’s kept from view of Vulgar Eyes. “The Tops o’ th’ Tents and Borders differ too, Some are adorn’d with Red, and some with Blue; This, has its flaming Swords, and that, its Arms, And each the Eye with various Figures charms. But leave we this, my Muse, and let’s begin, To shew what Furniture’s contain’d within. (Lest they take Cold) Some boarded are all o’er, } Others have only Two, that lead to th’ Door, } But most have painted Cloths[45] upon the Floor. } Facing the Entrance is set up the Bed, Of what’s lik’d best, of Green, or Blue, or Red: Some, too, are lac’d, some wrought, others are plain, And, from the Bed, there is a kind of Train, Of the same sort, stretch’d out on either side, } Which Masters’ and the Valets’ Rooms divide, } And does the necessary Lumber hide. } * * * * * The Table and the Chairs are some o’ th’ rest, Set to accommodate th’ expected Guest; Near the Bed, hangs (in a convenient Place,) } That necessary Utensil, the Looking Glass, } Where Mr. _Smart_ may see his Monkey Face. } But, hold, let not the Tea-Table be forgot, O’er which they hold many a luscious Chat, With Generous She’s; and make a _Prose Lampoon_, (By way of Dialogue) upon half the Town. An useful Copper Kitchin stands just by, } From whence whene’er the Tea-pot’s almost dry, } Of Boiling Water they’ve a fresh Supply.” }