AFTER CATHERINE FANSHAWE

I DWELLS in the Herth and I breathes in the Hair; If you searches the Hocean you'll find that I'm there; The first of all Hangels in Holympus am Hi, Yet I'm banished from 'Eaven, expelled from on 'Igh. But tho' on this Horb I am destined to grovel, I'm ne'er seen in an 'Ouse, in an 'Ut, nor an 'Ovel; Not an 'Oss nor an 'Unter e'er bears me, alas! But often I'm found on the top of a Hass. I resides in a Hattic and loves not to roam, And yet I'm invariably habsent from 'Ome. Tho' 'ushed in the 'Urricane, of the Hatmosphere part, I enters no 'Ed, I creeps into no 'Art, But look and you'll see in the Heye I appear. Only 'ark and you'll 'ear me just breathe in the Hear; Tho' in sex not an 'E, I am (strange paradox!), Not a bit of an 'Effer, but partly a Hox. Of Heternity Hi'm the beginning! and mark, Tho' I goes not with Noar, I'm the first in the Hark. I'm never in 'Elth—have with Fysic no power; I dies in a Month, but comes back in a Hour. Horace Mayhew.