If ever you travel, like Anthony Blogg, Be wary of strangers!—don't take too much grog!— And don't fall asleep, if you should, like a hog!— Above all—carry with you a curly-tail'd Dog!
Lastly, don't act like Blogg, who, I say it with blushing, Sold Sancho next month for two guineas at Flushing; But still on these words of the Bard keep a fix'd eye, Ingratum si dixeris, omnia dixit!!!
L'Envoye.
I felt so disgusted with Blogg, from sheer shame of him, I never once thought to inquire what became of him; If you want to know, Reader, the way, I opine, To achieve your design,— —Mind, it's no wish of mine,— Is,—(a penny will do't,)—by addressing a line To Turner, Dry, Weipersyde, Rogers, and Pyne.
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Since penning this stanza, a learn'd Antiquary Has put my poor Muse in no trifling quandary, By writing an essay to prove that he knows a Spot which, in truth, is The real "Bermoothes," In the Mediterranean,—now called Lampedosa; —For proofs, having made, as he farther alleges, stir, An entry was found in the old Parish Register, The which at his instance the excellent Vicar ex- tracted: viz. "Caliban, base son of Sycorax." —He had rather, by half, Have found Prospero's "Staff;" But 'twas useless to dig, for the want of a pick or axe.— Colonel Pasley, however, 'tis everywhere said, Now he's blown up the old Royal George at Spithead, And the great cliff at Dover, of which we've all read, Takes his whole apparatus, and goes out to look And see if he can't try and blow up "the Book." —Gentle Reader, farewell!—If I add one more line, "He'll be, in all likelihood, blowing up mine!"
FOOTNOTES:
[17] See Appendix.
[18] See page 209.