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Pray note the fop-half powder and half lace
Nice, as a bandbox were his dwelling-place : He's the gilt-paper, which apart you store, And lock from vulgar hands in the 'scrutoire.
Mechanics, fervants, farmers, and so forth, Are copy-paper, of inferior worth;
Lefs priz'd, more useful, for your desk decreed, Free to all pens, and prompt at ev'ry need.
The wretch whom av'rice bids to pinch and fpare,
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
He foams with cenfure; with applause he
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 fame class you'll
Whofe thoughts, whose deeds, whose maxims
are his own,
Form'd on the feelings of his heart alone:
Of all the kinds most precious, pureft, best.
ON THE ART OF SWIMMING.
In answer to fome enquiries of M. Dubourg* on the fubject.
I AM apprehenfive that I shall not be
able to find leifure for making all
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 fast in the palm of my hand. They much resemble a painter's pallets. In fwimming I pushed the edges of these forward, and I ftruck the water with their flat furfaces as I drew
I remember I swam fafter
but they fa