National Gazette

A CURIOUS DIALOGUE.

[Occasioned by Emblematic Devices on a certain
Travelling-Coach.]

On Sabbath-day-morning, said Samuel to Sue,
"I've thought—and I've thought—that a
Title would do—
Believe me, my dear it is sweeter than syrup
To taste of a Title, as cook'd up in Europe—
"Your ladyship" here, and "your ladyship,"
there,
"Sir knight," and "your grace," and "your
lordship, the Mayor"—
"But here we are nothing but vulgar all over
And the wife of a cobler scarce thinks you a-
bove her:
What a country is this
Where madam and miss
Is the highest salute by each low-minded cur
And I—even I—am but Mister and Sir!
"Your equal-right-gentry, I ne'er could abide—
That all are born equal, by me is denied,
And Barlow and Paine
Shall preach it in vain:
Look even at brutes, and you'll see it confest
That some are intended to manage the rest—
Yon' dog of the manger, how stately he struts,
You may know he is great by the swarm of his
guts,
Not a better-born whelp ever napp'd at his foes,
All he wants, is a glass to be stuck on his nose,
And then, my dear Sue
Betwixt "me and you"
He would look like the gentleman, whose name I
forget,
Who lives in a castle, and never pays debt."
"My dear answered Susan 'tis said, in reproach,
That you climb like a bear, when you get in a
coach;
Now, your nobles that sprung from the nobles of
old,
Your knights, and your earls, and your barons of
bold
From nature inherit so handsome an air
They are noblemen born, at first glance we may
swear,—
But you that have cobbled, and I that have spun,
'Tis wrong for our noddles on titles to run:
Moreover, you know
That to make a fine show
Your people of note
Of arms get a coat—
A boot, or a shoe,
Would but sneakingly do,
A
would certainly prove our nobility new."
"No matter—(said Samuel) a coach shall be
bought—
Tho'puppies may chatter, I care not a groat—
Around it a score of devices shall shine
And mottoes, and emblems—to prove it is mine:
Fair Liberty's cap
And a Gar and a strap,
A dagger that somewhat resembles an awl,
A dumpy lean-rat'd goddess, turn'd out from a stall
All these shall be there
How people will stare!
And Envy herself, that our Title would blast,
Shall smile at the motto—THE FIRST SHALL
BE LAST."
* Primus qui fuit, nunc ultimus.
Aug. 8.