The Kentucky Gazette

Sacred to the Muses.

PETER PINDAR.

The merriest wight of the age, leaves
no reigning topic untouched upon;
singing on French affairs, he thus
hits on the state of its
RELIGION.

RELIGION, who in France some
years ago,
Made in rich silks so wonderful a show,
Sous'd with all the pride of curls to
charm,
Is now, poor soul, oblig'd to beg her
bread,
With scarce a cap or ribbon to her
head,
Or woollen petticoat to keep her
warm.
Ah! sinking fast, 'tis thought she may ex-
pire;
Her whips demolish'd and extinct her
fire,
Her pincers broken, snapp'd in
twain her cleaver,
That flogged, that burnt a sinner to sal-
vation,
Roasting away the soul's adulteration,
And chopp'd and pinch'd him to a
true believer.
No longer are her priests to be main-
tain'd;
Thus is that horrid beast the Devil un-
chain'd
That roaring bull at once his triumph
shows
For, if not paid, what priests will prove
their might,
Fight the good fight,
Or like staunch bull dogs, nail him
by the nose?
Death and the Devil, the smutty rogue
and sin,
A pretty junto are upon the grin;
Hoping to fill the dark infernal hole,
If all the priests refuse to keep a soul—
That most important contest then is
o'er,
Pull Devil, pull Parson, will be seen no
more.