"But now they do it all by steam, so very fast, they say,
"To Brummagem you'll go, and back, in half a 'Settling Day.'
"I heard them talk, awhile agone, about an air-balloon,
"To come from France, and carry us a journey to the moon.
"When folks become so impious, our duty 'tis to pray,
"That such presumptuous doings soon may meet a 'Settling Day.'
"That horrid March of Intellect has prov'd a perfect bore;
"I fear it killed poor St. John Long: his rubbing days are o'er;
"But 'twas a gracious sight to see his funeral array,
"And lords and ladies join the train, upon his 'Settling Day.'