Will he ask you to drink before going away? I answer that question and answer it no,— Try but the scheme you will find it is so. If you go to a farmer he seldom decline, To invite you to drink or with him to dine. I mention’d I think about Southwold best salt, It reminds me of one that’s a dealer in malt. I dare say he is a man of some wealth, I judge from his manner he’s out-grown himself. If haughtiness—consequence to a man bring, This dealer in malt is as great as a King. The papers display’d his great share of wit, If scurrility ever an opponent can hit. His arrows so blunted I’m told were all found, His ill tim’d remarks soon fell to the ground, He wanted to do the malt tax away, By aid of the papers he’d something to say On that subject, but foul and so gross his pen, It only foretold as what sort of a man. His friends all declared he had said quite enough, And some whisper’d gently ’twas very poor stuff. I remember the time when a new cut was made, By aid of the barrow, the shovel and spade. How this great man of science his time pass’d away Was in seeing no workman did loiter or play, If they play’d but a minute he’d kick up a dust, Determin’d their tools not a moment should rust; The job being finish’d it’s merits to view, A stone was put up and attention it drew. It was said that the new cut was made in a year, And finished when he so ill filled a chair. That was not the case, ere the chair he did fill, The job was near finished, let him say what he will, And he that deserved most our city’s thanks, For the speedy improvement was Alderman H---s, As a man that at all times well merit applause, A man who impartial administer laws, A Magistrate just, by no party is swayed; In peril or danger was never afraid. He acts with strict justice, her dictates pursue, And fearless who may his past conduct review, Unlike to the man who would gain all the fame, That justly belongs to another man’s name, This wonderful man with most wonderful pride, Should look into Mason, who wrote the self guide: To reading, when young, he’d no time to attend, Like a cobler that’s busied with old shoes to mend. A stranger to ball rooms, a stranger to plays, Was forc’d to work hard in his more youthful days But now in amusements he mix with the crowd, You might plainly discern him, the thing is so proud He is Vanity’s child, that can have no pretence, To think himself clever or gifted with sense. I stated the clergy would half-a-crown grutch, Except they were sure it was good for the church; I mean there are some that to avarice give way, And too much at times do her precepts obey. Respect to the clergy at all times is due, And many I know keep our welfare in view: So good an example our lov’d Bishop maintain, As induce his large flock many times to refrain