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Monsieur. Tonson. A Tale.
The Frenchman now perceiv'd 'twas all in vain To this tormentor mildly to complain , And strait in rage began his crest to rear— " . " Sare , vat the devil make you treat me so ?—" Sare , I inform you , Sare , tree nights ago , " Cot tarn , I swear , no Monsieur TONSON here . " True as the nightKING wentand heard a strife
, , Between the harrass'd Frenchman and his Wife , Which should descend to chase the fiend away : At length to join their forces they agree , And strait impetuously they turn the key , Prepar'd with mutual fury for the fray . Our Hero , with the firmness of a rock , Collected to receive the mighty shock ,
Utt'ring the old enquiry , calmly stood—The name of THOMPSON rais'd the storm so high , He deem'd it then the safest plan to fly , With— " Well , I'll call when you're in gentler mood , **
In short , our Hero , with the same intent , Full many anight to plague the Frenchman went—So fond of mischief was the wicked wit : Thej' threw out water—for ihe watch they call , But KING , expecting , still escapes from all—Monsieur at last was fore'd his house to quit . Ithappen'd that our Wag , about this time ,
On some fair prospect sought the Eastern clime ; Sixling ' ring years were there his tedious lot : At length , content , amid his rip ' ning store , He treads again on Britain ' s happy shore , And his long absence is at once forgot . To London , with impatient hope he flies , And the same night , as former freaks arise ,
He fain muststroll , the well-known haunt to trace . " Ah I here ' s the scene ' of frequent mirth , " he said ; " My poor old Frenchman , I suppose , is dead" Egad ! I'll knock , and see who holds his place . "
With rapid strokes he makes the mansion roar , And while he eager eyes the op ' ning door , Lo ! who obeys the knocker ' s rattling peal ? Why e ' en our little Frenchman , strange to say , He took his old abode that very day—Capricious turn of sportive Fortune ' s Wheel ! Without one thought of the relentless foe ,
Who , fiend-like , haunted him so long ago , Just in his former trim he now appears ; The waistcoat and the night-cap seem'd the same , With rush-light , as before , he creeping came , And KING ' S detested voice astonish'd hears : As if some hideous spectre struck his sight , His senses seem'd bewilder'd with affright ;
His face , indeed , bespoke a heart full sore—Then , starting , he exclaim'd , in rueful strain , " Begar I here ' s MonsieurToNsoNcomeagain ' . " Away he ran—and ne'er was heard of more .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Monsieur. Tonson. A Tale.
The Frenchman now perceiv'd 'twas all in vain To this tormentor mildly to complain , And strait in rage began his crest to rear— " . " Sare , vat the devil make you treat me so ?—" Sare , I inform you , Sare , tree nights ago , " Cot tarn , I swear , no Monsieur TONSON here . " True as the nightKING wentand heard a strife
, , Between the harrass'd Frenchman and his Wife , Which should descend to chase the fiend away : At length to join their forces they agree , And strait impetuously they turn the key , Prepar'd with mutual fury for the fray . Our Hero , with the firmness of a rock , Collected to receive the mighty shock ,
Utt'ring the old enquiry , calmly stood—The name of THOMPSON rais'd the storm so high , He deem'd it then the safest plan to fly , With— " Well , I'll call when you're in gentler mood , **
In short , our Hero , with the same intent , Full many anight to plague the Frenchman went—So fond of mischief was the wicked wit : Thej' threw out water—for ihe watch they call , But KING , expecting , still escapes from all—Monsieur at last was fore'd his house to quit . Ithappen'd that our Wag , about this time ,
On some fair prospect sought the Eastern clime ; Sixling ' ring years were there his tedious lot : At length , content , amid his rip ' ning store , He treads again on Britain ' s happy shore , And his long absence is at once forgot . To London , with impatient hope he flies , And the same night , as former freaks arise ,
He fain muststroll , the well-known haunt to trace . " Ah I here ' s the scene ' of frequent mirth , " he said ; " My poor old Frenchman , I suppose , is dead" Egad ! I'll knock , and see who holds his place . "
With rapid strokes he makes the mansion roar , And while he eager eyes the op ' ning door , Lo ! who obeys the knocker ' s rattling peal ? Why e ' en our little Frenchman , strange to say , He took his old abode that very day—Capricious turn of sportive Fortune ' s Wheel ! Without one thought of the relentless foe ,
Who , fiend-like , haunted him so long ago , Just in his former trim he now appears ; The waistcoat and the night-cap seem'd the same , With rush-light , as before , he creeping came , And KING ' S detested voice astonish'd hears : As if some hideous spectre struck his sight , His senses seem'd bewilder'd with affright ;
His face , indeed , bespoke a heart full sore—Then , starting , he exclaim'd , in rueful strain , " Begar I here ' s MonsieurToNsoNcomeagain ' . " Away he ran—and ne'er was heard of more .