82 Miscellaneous Poems.

No Hurt shall come to You or Yours;

But, for that Pack of churlish Boors,

Not fit to live on Christian Ground,

They and their Houses lhall be drown’d ;

Whilst you stud! fee your Cottage rife,

And grow a Church before your Eyes.

They scarce had spoke ; when, fair and soft,

The Roof began to mount aloft;

Aloft rose ev’ry Beam and Rafter,

'X he heavy Wall cJhn’d stcwiy after.

The Chimney widen’d, and grew higl cr,

Became a Steeple with a. Spire.

The Kettle to the Top was hoist,

And there stood fasten’d to a Joist;

But with the Upside down, to showIt’s Inclination fov-BclowiIn win, for a superior force,

Apply'd at Bottom, stops in Course,

Doom’d ever in Suspense to dwell;

'I’is now no Kettle, bat a Bell,

A wooden Jack, which had almostLost, by Disuse, the Art to roast,

A sudden Alteration feels,

Increas’d by new intestine Wheels.*

And, what exalts the Wonder more,

The Number made the Motion slow’r:

The Flyer, though’t had leaden Feet,

Turn’d round so quick, you scarce cou’d seek;

But stacken'd by some secret Povv’r,

Now hardly moves an Inch an Hour.

The jack and Chimney near allay d,

Had never left each other’s Side ;

The Chimney to a Steeple grown,r Js he Jack would not be left alone ;

But up against the Steeple rear’d,

Became a Clock, and still adher’d :

And still its Love to Housliold Cares,

By a stirill Voice, at Noon declares,

Warning