Like a maid I ſqueak, like a lover can whine,

And ſnort like an Alderman laden with wine.

Gruntledum, gruntledum, gruntledum, ſqueak,

I hope very ſoon to be able to ſpeak.

This being publicly known, the neighbours now put on him a human coat, in which condition he appeared as if the Hog in armour had deſcended from his ſign-poſt to mingle in ſociety, and converſe with man. Nor did they ſtop here, but ventured alſo to recommend him for a penſion to the great miniſterial hog, though, for the preſent, however, without effect; for though it was evident enough that our learned Pig could ſay Ay, yet it did not follow that he would be [ 11 ] always diſpoſed to do ſo. He was therefore turned looſe into the ſoil of this great town to ſubſiſt as he could, where, idling and rambling, he picked up ſometimes flowers, and ſometimes thiſtles, a great number of Greek and Hebrew roots, with an immenſe quantity of verbage of every ſort [*]. It is for his honour that he routed in this rich compoſt for years without giving any offence, except that, through reſentment to the Miltonic line, he aſſociated rather too long with a very obſcene animal of the pig kind, called a [†] Lauder; and except, [ 12 ] that he was taken ſometimes with ſtrange freaks, and fancied [ 13 ] once that he ſaw ſomething in the [‡] ſhape of a ſound of a knocking; and excepting alſo his too ſonorous gruntulations, and that long concatenation of ſoapy bubbles which [ 14 ] uſually frothed from his mouth [§]. In the midſt of theſe reſearches he had one morning the good fortune to throw up this ſentiment in rhyme:

Say, what is a Tory? A Tory is he

Who thinks kicking ſhould paſs through every degree;

And that all political motion ſhould go

From the toe to the bum, from the bum to the toe.