"Here, here, are clever things—good Lord!
And, sister, here, upon my word—
Here, here!—look! here are beauties to delight:
Why! how a body's heels might dance
Along from Launceston to Penzance,
Before that one might meet with such a sight!"
"Come, ladies, 'twill be dark," cried I—"I fear.
Pray let us view St. Paul's, it is so near"—
"Lord! Peter," cried the girls, "don't mind St. Paul!
Sure! you're a most INCURIOUS soul—
Why—we can see the church another day;
Don't be afraid—St. Paul's can't RUN AWAY."
Reader,
If e'er thy bosom felt a thought SUBLIME,
Drop tears of pity with the man of rhyme!
THE PILGRIMS AND THE PEAS. PETER PINDAR.
Peter continueth to give great Advice, and to exhibit deep reflection
—He telleth a miraculous Story.
There is a knack in doing many a thing,
Which labor can not to perfection bring:
Therefore, however great in your own eyes,
Pray do not hints from other folks despise:
A fool on something great, at times, may stumble,
And consequently be a good adviser:
On which, forever, your wise men may fumble,
And never be a whit the wiser
Yes! I advise you, for there's wisdom in't,
Never to be superior to a, hint—
The genius of each man, with keenness view—
A spark from this, or t'other, caught,
May kindle, quick as thought,
A glorious bonfire up in you.
A question of you let me beg—
Of fam'd Columbus and his egg.
Pray, have you heard? "Yes."—O, then, if you please
I'll give you the two Pilgrims and the Peas.
THE PILGRIMS AND THE PEAS. A TRUE STORY.
A brace of sinners, for no good,
Were order'd to the Virgin Mary's shrine,
Who at Loretto dwelt, in wax, stone, wood,
And in a fair white wig look'd wondrous fine.