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Obsequious at his high command,
Soon as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing care,
Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain, When from the thatch drips fast a show'r of rain. In vain she search'd each cranny of the house, Each gaping chink, impervious to a mouse. “Was it for this (she cried) with daily care Within thy reach I set the vinegar, And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide, While pepper-water worms thy bait supplied; Where twin'd the silver eel around thy hook, And all the little monsters of the brook Sure in that lake he dropt; my Grilly's drown'd?” She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found. “Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boast! But little creatures enterprise the most, Trembling I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at taw, Nor fear the marbles, as they bounding flew; Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you! “Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? Who from a page can ever learn the truth? Vers'd in court tricks, the money-loving boy To some lord's daughter sold the living toy, Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, As children tear the wings of flies away. From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, Ah never will return, or bring thee home. But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind 2 How then thy fairy footsteps can I find * Dost thou bewilder'd wander all alone In the green thicket of a mossy stone; Or, tumbled from the toadstool's slipp'ry round, Perhaps, all maim'd, lie grov'ling on the ground 2 Dost thou, embosom'd in the lovely rose, Or, sunk, within the peach's down, repose? Within the kingcup if thy limbs are spread, Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head, O show me, Flora, 'midst those sweets, the flow'r Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bow'r?
“But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves On little females, and on little loves; Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, The baby playthings that adorn thy house, Doors, windows, chimnies, and the spacious rooms, Equal in size to cells of honeycombs: Hast thou for these now, ventur'd from the shore, Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thine oar 2 Or in thy box now bounding on the main, Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house again And shall I set thee on my hand no more, To see thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er My spacious palm ? of stature scarce a span, Mimick the actions of a real man 2 No more behold thee turn my watches key, As seamen at a capstan anchors weigh How wert thou wont to walk with cautious tread, A dish of tea, like milk pail, on thy head How chase the mite that bore thy cheese away, And keep the rolling maggot at a bay!”
She said; but broken accents stopt her voice, Soft as the speaking trumpet's mellow noise : She sobb’d a storm, and wip'd her flowing eyes, Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skies. O squander not thy grief! those tears command To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland: The plenteous pickle shall preserve the fish, And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish.
MARY GULLIVER TO CAPTAIN LEMUEL. GULLIVER, s
The captain, some time after his return, being retired to Mr. Sympson's in the country, Mrs. Gulliver, apprehending from his late behaviour, some estrangement of his affections, writes him the following expostulating, soothing, and tenderly complaining epistle.
Welcome, thrice welcome to thy native places —What, touch me not? what, shun a wife's embrace? Have I for this thy tedious absence born, And wak'd, and wish'd whole nights for thy return In five long years I took no second spouse; What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows? Your eyes, your nose, inconstancy betray; Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn away. 'Tis said, that thou should'st “cleave unto thy wife;” Once thou didst cleave, and 1 could cleave for life. Hear, and relent l hark, how thy children moan: Be kind at least to these : they are thy own: Be bold, and count them all; secure to find - The honest number that you left behind. See how they pat thee with their pretty paws: Why start you? are they snakes? or have they claws? Thy christian seed, our mutual flesh and bone: Be kind at least to these ; they are thy own. Biddel +, like thee, might farthest India rove; He chang'd his country, but retain'd his love, There's captain Pennel 4, absent half his life, Comes back, and is the kinder to his wife,
* Names of the sea captains mentioned in Gulliver's Travels. H.
MARY Gulliver To LEMUEL Gulliver. 63
Yet Pennel's wife is brown, compar'd to me:
A curious fowl and 'sparagus I chose ,
(For I remember you were fond of those)