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Pray note the fop-half powder and half
laceNice, as a bandbox were his dwelling-place : He's the gilt-paper, which apart you store, And lock from vulgar hands in the 'scrutoire.
Mechanics, servants, farmers, and so forth, Are copy-paper, of inferior worth
; Less priz’d, more useful, for your desk decreed, Free to all pens, and prompt at ev'ry need.
The wretch whom av'rice bids to pinch and
spare, Starve, cheat, and pilfer, to enrich an heir, Is coarse brown-paper ; such as pedlars choose To wrap up wares, which better men will use.
Take next the miser's contrast, who destroys Health, fame, and fortune, in a round of joys. Will any paper match him ? Yes, throughout, He's a true sinking-paper, past all doubt.
The retail politician's anxious thought Deems this side always right, and that stark nought ;
He foams with censure; with applause he
raves A dupe to rumours, and a tool of knaves; He'll want no type his weakness to proclaim, While such a thing as fools-cap has a name.
The hafty gentleman, whose blood runs high, Who picks a quarrel, if you step awry, Who can't a jest, or hint, or look endure: What’s he? What ? Touch-paper to be sure.
What are our poets, take them as they fall, Good, bad, rich, poor, much read, not read at
all ? Them and their works in the same class you'll
Whose thoughts, whose deeds, whose maxims
are his own,
ON THE ART OF SWIMMING.
In answer to fome enquiries of M. Dubourg* on
I AM apprehensive that I shall not be able
to find leisure for making all the disquisitions and
The diving bell is accurately described in our Transactions.
When I was a boy, I made two oval pallets, each about ten inches long, and fix broad, with a hole for the thumb, in order to retain it fast in the palm of my hand. They much resemble a painter's pallets. In swimming I pushed the edges of these forward, and I struck the water with their flat surfaces as I drew I reinember I swam fafter
but they fa