Jenks's Portland Gazette

THE PROGRESS OF REPORT.

REPORT is first a pigmy small,
That shyly cautious dares but crawl,
She whispers this, hints that, looks sly.
Sneaks on, and squints, and learns to lie;
Gains as she goes, grows bold and strong;
Nor creeps, through fear, a pigmy long,
But soon we see the monster rise,
Stride round, and swell to giant size;
With uplift hand, and accent loud
Fright and amuse th'astonish'd crowd;
Wake all the passions; rouse to strife
Neighbor with neighbor, man with wife;
Jar and derange the social spheres,
And set whole cities by the ears,
Strange is her form. She runs or flies
With spreading wings yet full of eyes;
Set full of ears her monstrous head;
Of mouths; and tongues, that talk one dead.
She watches, listens, day and night,
Pleased nothing less with wrong than right;
Hears, conjures, vents her motley tales,
Harangues, puffs, libels, slanders, rails;
And, where permitted most to dwell,
Renders the neighborhood a hell,

Samuel M. Quincy,

Respectfully informs the public, that he has
again commenced the business of
Mathematical Instrument Making.
Any commands in his line will be thankfully re-
ceived, at his shop, Fore-street, directly opposite
Mr. Neil M'Intire's.

COMPASSES, QUADRANTS, SPY-GLASSES,
& c. cleaned and repaired.
A constant supply of new COMPASSES, kept
on hand for sale.

Portland, April 27.