y;
O'er every tree embrowning dust is spread,
And tipt with gold is Hampstead's lofty head.
The passive husband, in his nature mild,
To wife consigns his hat, and takes the child;
But she a day like this hath never felt,
"Oh! that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew."
Such monstrous heat! dear me! she never knew.
Adown her innocent and beauteous face,
The big, round, pearly drops each other chase;
Thence trickling to those hills, erst white as snow,
That now like AEtna's mighty mountains glow,
They hang like dewdrops on the full blown rose,
And to the ambient air their sweets disclose.
Fever'd with pleasure, thus she drags along;
Nor dares her antler'd husband say 'tis wrong.
The blooming offspring of this blissful pair,
In all their parents' attic pleasures share.
Sophy the soft, the mother's earliest joy,
Demands her froward brother's tinsell'd toy;
But he, enrag'd, denies the glittering prize,
And rends the air with loud and piteous cries.
Thus far we see the party on their way--
What dire disasters mark'd the close of day,
'Twere tedious, tiresome, endless to obtrude;
Imagination must the scene conclude.

It is not easy to imagine fatigue better delineated than in the
appearance of this amiable pair. In a few of the earliest impressions,
Mr. Hogarth printed the hands of the man in blue, to show that he was a
dyer, and the face and neck of the woman in red, to intimate her extreme
heat. The lady's aspect lets us at once into her character; we are
certain that she was born to command. As to her husband, God made him,
and he must pass for a man: what his wife has made him, is indicated by
the cow's horns; which are so placed as to become his own. The hopes of
the family, with a cockade in his hat, and riding upon papa's cane,
seems much dissatisfied with female sway. A face with more of the shrew
in embryo than that of the girl, it is scarcely possible to conceive.
Upon such a character the most casual observer pronounces with the
decision of a Lavater.

Nothing can be better imagined than the group in the alehouse. They have
taken a refreshing walk into the country, and, being determined to have
a cooling pipe, seat themselves in a chair-lumbered closet, with a low
ceiling; where every man, pulling off his wig, and throwing a
pocket-handkerchief over his head, i