On "making broth with flints"—
There Parry came, and show'd the polar oil
For melted butter—Coombe with his medullary
Notions about the scullery,
And Mr. Poole, too partial to a broil—
There witty Rogers came, that punning elf!
Who used to swear thy book
Would really look
A Delphic "Oracle," if laid on Delf—
There, once a month, came Campbell and discuss'd