IV. Come then, ingenious artist, come, And put thy finger and thy thumb On thee alone our hopes depend, Thy King's, and eke thy Country's friend, V. But firft we pray, for its relief, + While N- and M- fputter there, The melting of the fuet. VI: There's TWITCHER too, that old he-witch, Sticks in its bole as black as pitch, And Thefe initials, like thofe in the Banns af Marriage published between N. and M. er's pleasure. may be fill'd up at the read Vide Common Prayer Book. ↑ And makes a filthy pother; When curs'd with fuch a forry fiend, And lighted too at either end, 'Twill foon be in a fmother, VII. I fear me much, in fuch a plight, VIII. His arms, thou hallow'd image! blefs, And furely thou canft do no lefs, He is thy Faith's Defender;' Thou ow'ft thy place to him alone, As other Jacobites have done, And not to the Pretender. IX. Hafte then, and quafh the hot turmoil, Our ingenious Inventor's Snuffers are peculiarly calculated to remedy this evil, to which indeed all candles are more or less fubject. See the Patentee's Advertisement. It is humbly prefumed, that the claffical reader will here perceive a boldness of tranfition only to be equalled by PINDAR, and perhaps by HORACE in fome of his fublimer Odes. And And frights the mother-nation: X. His patent-fnuffers, in a difh Their brawny ftumps, and for thy fake, To form the mafs XI. thy zeal Shall furnish that well-temper'd Steel, Thou didst at Minden brandish ; Nor yet fhall G-'s reverend Dean, Counting its worth, refuse, I ween, His ponderous leaden standish. XII. Poor Doctor JOHNSON, I'm afraid, His His ftyle's cafe-harden'd graces! Sir JOHN DALRYMPLE, and SHEBBEARE XIII. And fure, this mixt metallic stuff, 'Twill weigh fome thousand ftone? XIV. "Leave that to me," our Lady cries, "Howe'er gigantic be its fize, "I have a scheme in petto : "I'll fly with it from shore to shore, "Safe as my footy fifter bore "Her cottage to Loretto. XV. "Swift to the Congrefs with my freight "I'll speed, and on their heads its weight "Soufe Soufe with fuch skill and care; "That PUT'NAM, WASHINGTON beneath, And gafping LEE fhall wish to breathe "A pint of PRIESTLEY'S air. XVI. "The deed is done, thy foes are dead, "No longer, England, fhalt thou dread "Such Prefbyterean huffers; "Thy candle's radiance ne'er fhall fade, "With now and then a little aid "From PINCHBECK's patent fnuffers." This great philofopher has lately, difcovered a method of fabricating a new fpecies of air, of fo infinitely fuperior falubrity and duration to that vulgar atmospherical air, which, for want of better, we have been obliged to breathe for upwards of five thousand years, that it is to be fuppofed that no Macaroni, Savoir Vivre, or, in plain English, nobody that knows what's what, will in future condescend to refpire any air that is not fealed with the Doctor's own arms, and figned with his own hand-writing. It is to be feared, however, that his pneumatic vials will be liable to be counterfeited, as our philofopher has not intereft enough at court to procure a patent. Indeed were fuch a patent granted, it might fuperfede Mr. PINCHBECK's; becaufe that in this air a candle is found to burn with so bright and continued a flame, that it could never want fnuffing. See Vol. II. of Dr. Priestley's Experiments on Air. VOL. II. C AN |