So best, the spark replied, I like the deed; And, though no Gascon, I may boldly say; Superior prowess always I display. Perhaps 'twas otherwise, for ev'ry wight; In this, to play the Gascon, thinks it right. To all the doctor's words our youth adhered, And presently within a church appeared, Where daily came the choicest belles around, And loves and graces in their train were found, Or, if 'tis wished in modern phrase to speak, Attention num'rous angels there would seek. Beneath their veils were beauteous sparkling eyes; The holy-water scarcely would suffice. IN lucky spot the spark his station took, And gave to each that passed a plaintive look; To some he bowed; to others seemed to pray, And holy water offered on their way. One angel 'mong the rest the boon received, With easy pleasing air, that much relieved; On which the student to himself expressed, A fond belief, with her he might be blessed. WHEN home, an aged female to him came, And soon a meeting place he heard her name. To count particulars howe'er were vain Their pranks were many, and their folly plain; The belle was handsome; ev'ry bliss was sought, And all their moments most delightful thought. HE, to the doctor, ev'ry matter told Discretion in a Frenchman would be cold; 'Tis out of nature, and bespeaks the cit; Smells strong of shop, and would not fashion fit. THE learned teacher satisfaction showed, That such success from his instructions flowed, Laughed heartily at husbands, silly wights, Who had not wit to guard connubial rights, And from their lamb the wily wolf to keep: A shepherd will o'erlook a hundred sheep, While foolish man's unable to protect, E'en one where most he'd wish to be correct. Howe'er, this care he thought was somewhat hard, But not a thing impossible to guard; And if he had not got a hundred eyes, Thank heav'n, his wife, though cunning to devise, He could defy:--her thoughts so well he knew, That these intrigues she never would pursue.