Epigrams, NUMBER XVIII

SAILOR's description of a modern Newlight Preacher. A damned saucy fellow, with a damned ugly face, First gave us a damned long account of the place Created for those poor damned souls who've no grace: Told what a damned parcel of brimstone was there; How damned hot the country, damned filthy the air; How the damned fires would burn, and the damned devils stare; How the damned smoke would roll, and the damned pitchforks fly— And when some old women set up a damned cry, He dropt the damned sermon—and damned glad was I.