High, upon the high pinnacle of your Exchange,
And here see their offspring just ready to range;
To range with sweet freedom, o’er land, and o’er seas,
To eat and to drink, and to croak as we please——
Accept our plain thanks, while the reasons we clear,
Why some Merlin, or Shipton, hath sure sent us here.
“One thousand seven hundred, eighty and three,
For this town, a remarkable æra will be!
All folks will think right, from grave age to smart youth,
Nor priests, nor disciples, e’er wander from TRUTH;