For works of skill, the perfect wonder fram’d;
His shining steel first lop’d with dex’trous toil,
From a tall spreading elm, the branchy spoil.
The clouded wood he next divides in twain,
And smooths them equal to an oval plane.
Six leather folds in still connected rows,
To either plank conformed, the sides compose;
The wimble perforates the base with care,
A destined passage op’ning to the air;
But once inclos’d within the narrow space,