Thomas's Massachusetts Spy, Or, Worcester Gazette

POETRY.

From the London Literary Gazette.

COUNTRY COMMISSIONS.

DEAR Cousin, I write this in haste,
To beg you will get for mamma
A pot of best Jessamine Paste,
And a pair of Shoe-buckles for "Pa,"
At Exeter 'Change;—then just pop
Into Aldersgate-street for the prints—
And while you are there, you can stop
For a Skein of white Worsted at Flint's.

Papa wants a new Razor Strop,
And mamma wants a Chinchilla Muff;
Little Bobby's in want of a Top,
And my aunt wants six penn'orth of Snuff.

Just call in St. Martin's le Grand
For some Goggles for Mary, (who squints)
Get a pound of Bees-wax in the Strand,
And the Skein of white Worsted at Flint's.

And while you are there, you may stop
For some Souchong in Monument Yard,
And while you are there, you can pop
Into Marylebone-street, for some Lard;

And while you are there, you can call
For some Silk of the latest new tints,
At the Mercer's, not far from Whitehall—
And—remember the Worsted at Flint's.

And while you are there, 'twere as well
If you'd call in Whitechapel, to see
For the Needles; and then in Pall-Mall,
For some Lavender-water for me;

And while you are there, you can go—
To Wapping, to old Mr. Clint's—
But all this you can easily do,
When you get the white Worsted at Flint's.

I send in this parcel, from Bet,
An old Spelling-book to be bound
A Cornelian brooch to be set,
And some Razors of Pa's to be ground.

O dear! what a memory have I—
Notwithstanding all Deborah's hints,
I've forgotten to tell you to buy
A Skein of white Worsted at Flint's.