And preach a Sermon in it, and give you some good rubs-- But I warrants you reads (for you cant spel we nose) nayther Bybills or Good Tracks, Or youd know better than Taking the Close off one's Backs-- And let your neighbours oxin and Asses alone,-- And every Thing thats hern,--and give every one their Hone! Well, its God for us All, and every Washer Wommen for herself, And so you might, without shoving any on us off the shelf, But if you warnt Noddis youd Let wommen abe And pull off Your Pattins,--and leave the washing to we That nose what's what--Or mark what I say, Youl make a fine Kittle of fish of Your Close some Day-- When the Aulder men wants Their Bibs and their ant nun at all, And Crist mass cum--and never a Cloth to lay in Gild Hall, Or send a damp shirt to his Woship the Mare Till hes rumatiz Poor Man, and cant set uprite in his Chare-- Besides Miss-Matching Larned Ladys Hose, as is sent for you not to wash (for you dont wash) but to stew And make Peples Stockins yeller as oght to be Blew With a vast more like That,--and all along of Steam Which warnt meand by Nater for any sich skeam-- But thats your Losses and youl have to make It Good, And I cant say I'm Sorry afore God if you shoud, For men mought Get their Bread a great many ways Without taking ourn,--aye, and Moor to your Prays If You Was even to Turn Dust Men a dry sifting Dirt, But you oughtint to Hurt Them as never Did You no Hurt! Yourn with Anymocity, BRIDGET JONES. ODE TO R. W. ELLISTON, ESQUIRE, THE GREAT LESSEE! _Rover._ Do you know, you villain, that I am this moment the greatest man living?--WILD OATS. I. Oh! Great Lessee! Great Manager! Great Man! Oh, Lord High Elliston! Immortal Pan Of all the pipes that play in Drury Lane! Macready's master! Westminster's high _Dane_! As Galway Martin, in the House's walls, Hamlet and Doctor Ireland justly calls! Friend to the sweet and ever-smiling Spring! Magician of the lamp and prompter's ring! Drury's Aladdin! Whipper-in of Actors, Kicker of rebel-preface-malefactors! Glass-blowers' corrector! King of the cheque-taker! At once Great Leamington and Winston-Maker! Dramatic Bolter of plain Bunns and cakes! In silken _hose_ the most reform'd of _Rakes_! Oh, Lord High Elliston! lend me an ear! (Poole is away, and Williams shall keep clear) While I, in little slips of prose, not verse, Thy splendid course, as pattern-work, rehearse! II.