On Barber's Pole a Peruke they display
With triple Tail, a Signal for the Fray.

O could the modeft Mufe but dare aspire
To emulate one Spark of Homer's Fire,

The Lift of large-wig'dWarriors fhe might chaunt, 45 From Clumfy Tunbelly to John o' Gaunt.

Nor yet unmindful to defend the Doors

Are Socio's Bands, and Force repel with Force.

Within the Gates clofe-bolted, lock'd, and barr'd, Of neighb'ring Butchers ftands an awful Guard; 50 Each with an azure Apron ftrung before,

And fnow-white Sleeves, as yet unftain'd with Gore: The Foe the Whetting-iron hears difmay'd, Grating harth Mufick from the fharp'ning Blade.

From Newgate Market came the bloody Bands, 55 With Marrow-bones and Cleavers in their Hands, Fram'd to split Skulls, and deal destructive Knocks, To fell a Doctor, or to fell an Ox;

N O TE S.

V. 43. O could the modeft Mufe but dare afpire
To emulate one Spark of Homer's Fire,

The Lift of large-wig'd Warriors fhe might
chaunt.

In the fourth Book of Homer's Iliad is a Lift of the Forces employed against Troy.

V. 46. From Clumfy Tunbelly to John o' Gaunt. Clumfy Tunbelly, Doctor-.

John o' Gaunt, Doctor

V. 55. From Newgate Market came the bloody Bands. Newgate Market is contiguous to Warwick Lane. The Butchers are therefore called (in V. 50.) neighbring Butchers.

Fit Instruments to quafh a Foe, then ring
A Peal of Triumph,-Ding dong, ding dong, ding. 69
No Wonder Butchers fhould Phyficians aid;
The fame their Practice, nor unlike their Trade:
And what Alliance more exacly fuits?

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Man-killers leagu'd with those who flaughter Brutes.
Nor yet on thefe alone the Dons rely,
But they prepare a maik'd Artillery.

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A Water-Engine, charg'd with beaftly Gore,
Stands ready on the Foe its Filth to pour.
And what than this can caft a greater Dread,
Defign'd to change the fable Coat to red?
To fave their Cloaths e'en Surgeons step afide,
When from the Puncture spouts the crimson Tide.
Thou too, dread Officer, of fov'reign Pow'r,
Thou Tyrant-Monarch of the midnight Hour,-
(If haply, when thou tread'ft thy watchful Round, 75
Some kind-inviting vagrant Nymph be found ;)
Hight Constable, waft there;-Thy magic Staff,
With royal Standard down emblazon'd half ;-

NOTE S.

V. 59. Fit Inftruments to quafh a Foe, then ring

A Peal of Triumph, ding dong, ding dong, ding. In the Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, adapted to the ancient British Mufick, is the following AIR.

Hark, how the banging Marrow-bones
Make clanging Cleavers ring,

With a ding dong, ding dong,

Ding dong, ding dong,

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding.
Raife your uplifted Arms on high,
In long-prolonged Tones,

Let Cleavers found

A merry merry Round,

By banging Marrow-bones.

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Enfign of Might, to make wild Uproar cease,
And bid tumultous Riot be at Peace.

PART II.

WIthout, th' enrag'd Licentiato waits,

Striving to force a Paffage through the Gates; In vain he ftrives; --- then drooping with Defpair, To Venus he addreft his humble Pray'r.

O Goddefs! If thy Vot'ries own my Skill, If they approve my Lotion, or my Pill;If Rock, or Flugger, boast a fairer Name; If Drury, and The Garden, found my Fame; If many a Mother, that would pafs for Maid, In Secret calls for my obftetric Aid; If, to prevent th' affected Sneer of Prude, My Juice of Scan the Shame preclude ;

NOTES.

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If

V. 7. If Rock, nor Flugger boast a fairer Name, Richard Rock, a very noted Practitioner. We have not been able to learn the Import of those two fignificant Letters, M. L. which conftantly accompany his Name.

Flugger. Dr. Flugger, no lefs noted, but not of fo long Standing.

V. 8. If Drury, and The Garden, found my Fame. Drury Lane, of ancient Renown. Covent Garden is emphatically ftiled THE Garden, as the principal Singers in the Opera are called THE Guarducci, THE Lovatini, &c.

V. 12. My Juice of Scan the Shame preclude. Doctor Mead, in his Effay on Poison, fays, I fhad once in my Poffeffion, given me by an inge

If with my Drops I roufe th' enervate Rake, ⚫ And Wives unfruitful happy Mothers make;· O help!-Let Mars's Arms a while be ftaid, 15 And fend your Cuckold to my inftant Aid.' The Goddess heard, and, hast'ning to her Spouse, With Proteftations and repeated Vows Of ftrict Fidelity in Time to come,

(No more the'd wander, but would cleave to Home,') Prevail'd upon her fond and eafy Dear

On Earth in Form of Blackfmith to appear.
The tedious Hours of Abfence to beguile,
'Tis faid, with Mars the folac'd all the while.

To Earth the God defcending stood confeft
By the black Brifles of his Beard and Breast:
A leatheru Apron ty'd about his Waist,
And on his Head a woollen Nightcap plac'd ;

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nious Chemift, a clear Liquor, which though pon• derous, was so volatile, that it would all fly away in the open Air, without being heated; and fo * corrofive, that a Glafs Stopple of the Bottle, which

contained it, was in a fhort Time fo eroded, that • it could never be taken out. The Fume of it was * fo thin, that if a Candle was fet at fome Distance from the Bottle, upon a Tahle, the Heat would direct its Courfe that Way; fo that it might be poisonous to any one that fat near to the Light, and to no-body elfe. I know (adds the Doctor) the Compofition of this Stygian Spirit; but it is better that the World should not be inftructed in fuch Arts of

Death!

For the fame Reafon the Author, as a Lover of his King and Country, and confequently a Friend to Population, chufes not to print the Word S

at full Length.

A maffy

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A maffy Hammer in his Hand he held,
Which fcarce two Men of modern Strength could
weild.

With this advancing, at one pond'rous Stroke,
Forthwith th' inhofpitable Bars he broke :
Then to next Alehoufe did his Godfhip fteer,
To quaff the earthly Nectar of Butt Beer.

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Soon as he faw the Gates wide open stand,
In rufh'd Licentiato with his Band;
Through Conflables, through Butchers onward preft
To Fuming Chamber, an unwelcome Guest ;

NOTES.

V. 29. A maffy Hammer in his Hand he held,

Where,

A

Which Scarce two Men of modern Strength could

weild.

A pond'rous Stone bold Hector heav'd to throw,
Pointed above, and rough and gross below;
Not two ftrong Men th' enormous Weight could raife,
Such Men as live in thefe degenerate Days.

Pope's Homer, B. XII.

V. 33. Then to next Alehoufe did his Godfhip feer,
To quaff the earthly Nectar of Butt Beer.

In Justice to the honeft Landlord that keeps the Houfe, and the worthy Alderman that ferves it, we think ourselves obliged to acquaint all true Lovers of Entire Butt, that they will be sure to meet with an excellent Tankard of it at the Three Folly Butchers, the Corner of Warwick-Court.

The Author ingeniously acknowledges, that fome of the best Lines (if any may be called fo) in his Poem, are owing to the Infpiration of this excellent Liquor.

V. 38. To Fuming Chamber,

Vulgarly called, Smoaking Room.

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