! Pray note the fop-half powder and half Nice, as a bandbox were his dwelling-place : Mechanics, fervants, farmers, and so forth, Lefs priz'd, more useful, for your desk decreed, The wretch whom av'rice bids to pinch and Starve, cheat, and pilfer, to enrich an heir, Take next the mifer's contraft, who deftroys Health, fame, and fortune, in a round of joys. Will any paper match him? Yes, throughout, He's a true finking-paper, past all doubt. The retail politician's anxious thought Deems this fide always right, and that stark nought; He He foams with cenfure; with applause he raves A dupe to rumours, and a tool of knaves; He'll want no type his weakness to proclaim, While fuch a thing as fools-cap has a name. The hafty gentleman, whose blood runs high, Who picks a quarrel, if you step awry, Who can't a jeft, or hint, or look endure: What's he? What? Touch-paper to be fure. What are our poets, take them as they fall, Good, bad, rich, poor, much read, not read at all? Them and their works in the same class you'll Whose thoughts, whose deeds, whose maxims are his own, Form'd on the feelings of his heart alone: ON THE ART OF SWIMMING. ? In anfwer to fome enquiries of M. Dubourg* on the fubject. I AM apprehenfive that I shall not be able to find leifure for making all difquifitions and Wonla, Av The diving bell is accurately defcribed in our Tranfactions. When I was a boy, I made two oval pallets, each about ten inches long, and fix broad, with a hole for the thumb, in order to retain it faft in the palm of my hand. They much resemble a painter's pallets. In fwimming I pushed the edges of these forward, and I struck the water with their flat furfaces as I drew 1, I remember I fwam fafter |