PARODY OX "the DESERTED VILLAGE.' Gl 



an immense number of coacb-liorses were kept, 

 the grass lias grown over the inn yard. The 

 same observation apphes with equal force 

 to all towns east and south of the metro- 

 polis. 



The above gave rise to the following parody 

 on Goldsmith's " Deserted Villao-e " : — 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 



" Quantum mutatus ab illo." 



Hail, Hounslow ! primest towu upon the road, 

 Where coaching once in all its glory showed, 

 AVhere careful drivers might be always found, 

 Eeady when ostlers called to " bring 'em round." 

 The Member rattling up at slapping pace. 

 To ease his conscience, or secure a place— 

 The maiden flying from a guardian's rage, 

 In Hymen's " Union " venturing a stage — 

 These knew no more of anxious fear or doubt, 

 When John the ostler cried, " the first turn out." 

 Once, Hounslow, there was many a gallant team. 

 The dragsman's pride, the helper's fruitful theme ; 

 How dashingly they sweep up to the well-known door. 

 Where rest awaited when their task was o'er ; 

 Or, sleek of coat, and deck'd with trappings gay, 

 Bounding they met the labour of the day. 

 Landlord and whip gazed on the thriving trade, 

 And dreamt of fortunes soon and surely made. 

 For then alike both bouse and coach fill'd well, 

 " And all went merry as a marriage bell." 



Once it was thus — another age appears, 



And Hounslow's smiles, alas ! are turn'd to tears. 



