Or if you prefer it, we have a prime Balloon, sir,
In which you can ascend with me up sky high.
Travelling the rage is—in the tying of a sandal,
We take our tea in Tartary, or chop at Coromandel,
Then when blazing hot we get with India's gums and spices,
We take a stroll towards the Pole, and cool our-selves with ices.
Now is the time for a sly trip to the Moon, sir, &c.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CVI.
LIFE