Said Cotton to Corn, ('other day,

As they met and exchanged a salute—

(Squire Corn in his cabriolet, Poor Cotton, half famish'd, on foot)- " Great 'Squire, if it isn't uncivil To hint at starvation betbre you, Look down on a hungry poor devil,

And give him some bread, I iniplore you!"

Quoth Corn, then, in answer to Cotton, Perceiving, he meant to make free,

"Low fellow, you've surely forgotten The distance between you and me!

"To expect that we, Peers of high birth, Should waste our illustrious acres For no other purpose on earth Than to fatten cured calico-makers!

"That bishops to bobbins should bend,

Should stoop from their bench's sublimity,

Great dealers in law, to befriend Your contemptible dealers in dimity!

"No, vile manufiteture! ne'er harbour

A hope to be fed at our boards ;

Base offspring of Arkwright, the barber, What claim canst those have upon the Lords?

" No; thanks to the taxes and debt, And the triumph of paper o'er guineas,

Our race of Lord Jemmys. as yet,

May defy your whole rabble of Jennys!"

So saying, whip, crack, and away Went Corn in his cab through the throng, So ntauhlv, I heard them all say, Squire Corn would be down before long.