With Orators sir, e’en senate to grace, What town’s better stock’d, pray, than this canny place, Ah! would you, the flow’r of those Orators see? _Ecce Homo’s_ the word,--you behold him in Me! O when ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes, Shoe-makers with joy catch the sound; And truly like so many Larks they are found: Each swiftly descends from his garret on high; When sonorous I publish all round. _SECOND CALL._ STOLEN or Strayed, from a field in Pandon Dean, three beautiful _smoke colour’d Sheep_, marked T.G. justly esteemed the most picturesque Ornaments of that celebrated Vale.----The Admirers of rural Scenery hereby offer a _handsome Reward_ to whoever will bring them back to the Dean, if strayed, or give such information as may convict the _Mutton-loving Rogues_, who have stolen them. The Town Marshal proclaims peace, incomp’rably well, Few, at calling a Fair, the Sheriff’s Serjeant excell; But in _Pathos_, the Critics, _mem. con._ do agree, The Marshal and Serjeant must both yield to Me; O when ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes, Barbers prick up their ears at the sound; And heedless how half-shaven customers swear, Come eagerly running my budget to hear, When sonorous I publish all round. _THIRD CALL._ FOUND, last Winter, near the Turk’s Head Inn, which has not since been claimed, _a Lady’s Hat and Wig_, supposed to have been blown off the Head of the fair Owner whilst in a state of _Indescribability_.----Any Lady who can prove them to be her Property, may have them again, free of all Expence; but if not claimed and identified before the first of April next, they will be sold, and the Money given as a Donation to the Fever Hospital. The Watchmen, ’tis granted, correctly and clever, Of the hour informs us, and state of the weather; But doubly delightful, their _calling_ would be, Were they all wise enough to take lessons from Me; O when ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes, Each Taylor leaps up at the sound; Off, to hear me, like roe bucks, they scampering set, So delighted, I’m told, that they _cabbage_ forget, When sonorous I publish all round. _FOURTH CALL._