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BRACĘ of finners, for no goods.

Were order'd to the Virgin Mary's shrine, Who at Loretió dwelt, in wax, fone, wood,

And in a fair white wig look'd wond'rous fine. Fifty long miles had these lad rogues to travel With something in their shoes much worse than gravel; In short, their toes so gentle to amuse, The priest had order'd peas into their shoes! A noftrum famous in old Popisk times For purifying fouls that ftunk with crimes ;

A fort of apostolic salt,

That Popish parsons for its pow'rs exalt
For keeping souls of finners sweet,
Jul as our kitchen falt keeps meat.

The knaves set off on the same day.
Peas in their shoes, to go and pray ;
diff'rent was

their fpeed, I wot :
One of thie finners gallop'd on
Light as a bullet from a gun ;

The other limp'd as if he had been fhot.

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One saw the Virgin soon--peccavi cried

Had his soul whitewash'd all so clever į
Then home again he nimbly hied, ; T

Made fit with saints above to live for 'eder.
In coming back, however, let me fay,
He met his brother'rogue about half

way, Hobbling with outstretch'd bum and bending knees, Damning the fouls and bodies of the peas; His eyes in tears, his cheeks and brows in sweat, Deep sympathizing with his groaning feet. “ How now, the light-toed, whitewash'd pilgrim broke

You lazy lubber "« Odds curse it !" cried the other, so 'tis no joke : My feet, once hard as any rock,

66 Are now as loft as blubber, * Exeuse me, Virgin Mary, that I swear * As for Loretto, I shall not get there :

No! to the Devil my sinful foul must go, i For damme if I ha’nt loft ev'ry toe. * But, brother finner, do explain ** How 'tis that you are not in pain ;

" What Pow'r hath work'd a wonter for your toes; " Whilft I just like a fnail am crawling, • Now swearing, now on saints devoutly bawling,

" Whilft not a rascal comes to ease my woeś ? « How is't that you can like a greyhound gog • Merry, as if that nought had happen'd, burn yep'in * Why," cried the other, grinning, “you must know, * That just before I ventur'd on my journey,

46 To walk a little more at ease.
« I took the liberty to boil my peas.".

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Gray 59

Prior 49

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ibid. 53

Young 32 Pope. 33 Dyer 54

PAG3 Written in a Thunder-form, &c, Mrs. Carter 58

The Triumphs of Owen No. 4. The Hermit of Warkworth, &c. Percy 2 Henry and Emma

No. 3. An Effay on Man

Pope 1
The Univerfal Prayer
Alexander's Feaft

Dryden 55 No, 6. Owen of Carron

Langhorne 1 Time

Young 25
The Four Seasons

Johnson 26
Earthly Happiness
The Temple of Fame
Grongar Hill
The Soul in Sorrow

- Parnell 58 Piety

Young 60 No.7. Sir Eldred of the Bower

Miss More s The Bleeding Rock

ibid. 26
The Splendid Shilling

Phillips 34
Scenes of my Youth
Damon and Alfreda
The Bastard

Savage 44
Faith and Reason

Young 48
Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson
The Progrefs of Poesy

Young 33

Rannie 40

ibid. 42

Collins 49

Gray 51 The Tears of Scotland

Smollet 56 Ode to Mirth

Tbe C

ibid. 58

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ibid. 46

Pope-47 Thomson 57

Anon. 59

PAGET The Reason for describing the Viees of the Village

** Crabbe 60 No. 8. The Last Day.

591033 Young 1
Sappho to Phaon
Reflections on a Future State
A Winter Piece

Young 60
No. 9. The Rape of the Lock

Pope 1
Rural Sports, a Georgic
The Book Worm
The Fire Side
Ode to Leven Water
Pleasures of Meditation

Young бо No. 10. The Minstrel

Beattie 1 The Post comes in, &c. : Feeling

Young 56 On Mr. Abraham Cowley's, &c. Denham 57 No. 11. An Essay on Criticism

Pope 1 Palemon and Lavinia

Thomson 28 The Vanity of Human Wishes

Johnson 33

Milton 46
Inkle and Yarico
Il Penseroso
On Freedom

Shenstone 60


Gay 34 Young 50 Parnell 51 Cotton 65 Smollet 59

Cowper 52

Anon. 47 Milton 53

ibid. 59

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