Of this event he retained the ſtrongeſt ſenſibility, and conſidered ever after his fellow ſufferers, the _Pope_ and the _Pretender_, with great complacence, if not affection; but as to the other _party_, though expoſed to the ſame diſhonours, there was ſomething in his horns and his tail which he could never be brought to endure. The touch already mentioned, though profanely ſneered at by the _Whig rabble_, was ſoon afterwards in good earneſt applied; but ſo great an obliquity of head had by this time taken place, that it could never be perfectly reſtored. Upon this memorable occaſion there was placed about his neck a ribband of _true blue_, to which hung a ſilver coin, diſplaying royal lineaments of the _Stuart line_, making ſo ſtrong an impreſſion on his young fancy, that for that line he ever after retained the moſt [6] paſſionate regard. Thus decorated, he conſidered himſelf, and was conſidered by others, as a kind of [7] _Tantony_, or _St. Anthony_’s Pig, belonging to the Crown. Not long after this period he was heard one morning as he lay in the ſun to grunt forth, portentouſly the following rhymes: Gruntledum, gruntledum, gruntledum, ſqueak, I hope very ſoon to be able to ſpeak; Through my griſtly proboſcis, I find, that I can Already cry _Ay_ like a Parliament man: Like a maid I ſqueak, like a lover can whine, And ſnort like an Alderman laden with wine. Gruntledum, gruntledum, gruntledum, ſqueak, I hope very ſoon to be able to ſpeak. [1] “He was not at all offended, when, comparing all our acquaintance to ſome animal or other, we pitched upon the elephant for his reſemblance, adding, that the proboſcis of that creature was like his mind moſt exactly, ſtrong to buffet even the tyger, and pliable to pick up even the pin.”—Piozzi, p. 205.—N.B. For elephant our author probably read _pig_. [2] We have ſought for information concerning this fact, that the gentleman deſignated in the text was born in _Moorfields_, or that his father was a bookſeller there, which, however, we confeſs to have heard, but when or where we can by no means remember. [3] Cloath ſpice, line trunks, or flutt’ring in a row, Befringe the rails of _Bedlam_ or Soho. POPE’S IM. OF HORACE, Ep. I. B. 2. [4] “When in company where he was not free, or when engaged earneſtly in converſation, he never gave way to ſuch habits, which proves that they were not involuntary.” I ſtill, however, think, that theſe geſtures were involuntary; for ſurely had not that been the caſe, he would have reſtrained them in the public ſtreets.—Boſwell’s Tour, p. 9.