LORD MIDDLETON. 145 



To Sister Eleanor, 1 of Bourn, 

 (Lest she the fate too long should mourn, 

 Of her lamented Brother dear,) 

 In rent twelve hundred pounds a year ; 

 And on dear Eleanor I fix 

 To be my sole Executrix. 



To Rosamond, 2 (whose joyless bower. 

 Of bliss ne'er knew one single hour,) 

 Twelve pence I give — far more than due 

 To such a cursed vexatious shrew. 



To Elder Drakeley, 3 (faithful found 

 Thro' all my life's eccentric bound, 

 A jackall constant to provide 

 Whate'er could feed my lust or pride,) 

 A sacrifice, to him I doom. 

 Of bullocks half a hecatomb ; 

 In cash, a bill, no little sound ! 

 The sum of seventeen hundred pound. 



To younger Drakeley, firm and true. 

 Who did all th' Elder could not do. 

 Thro' fire and water e'er would go 

 To please me, or to spite my foe ; 

 Of sheep I leave two hundred head. 

 As good as ever Bakewell bred. 

 My pointers, spaniels, guns and stocks, 

 By Egg, by Manton, or by Nocks. 



1 Mrs. PocLin. 2 Mrs. Kinnersley. 



3 The Steward. 



