The wool is wash'd and comb'd with hand,
Then it is spun with wheel and band:
And then with shuttle very soon
Wove into cloth within the loom.
The cloth is first sent to be dyed;
Then it is wash'd and press'd and dried :
The tailor then cuts out with care
The clothes that men and boys do wear.
LESSONS ON WEIGHTS, MEASURES, &c.*
Sixteen drams are just an ounce
As you'll find at any shop;
Sixteen ounces make a pound,
If you should want a mutton chop.
Twenty-eight pounds are the fourth
Of an hundred weight call'd gross;
Four such quarters are the whole
Of an hundred weight at most.
Twenty hundred make a ton.
By this rule all things are sold
That have any waste or dross:
And are bought so, too, I'm told.
When we buy or when we sell
We do it in our Maker's sight,
Whose laws command, you all know well,
That we should practice what is right.
*For the poetical lessons under this head, I am indebted to the kindness of Mr. Carol, master of the Stratford Infant School.
Twenty grains make a scruple, some scruple to take;
Though at times it is needful, just for our health's sake,
Three scruples one drachm, eight drachms make one ounce,
Twelve ounces one pound for the pestle to pounce.
By this rule is all medicine mix'd, though I'm told,
By Avoirdupoise weight 'tis bought and 'tis sold.
But the best of all physic, if I may advise,
Is temperate living and good exercise.
Take barley-corns of mod❜rate length,
And three you'll find will make an inch:
Twelve inches make a foot;-if strength
Permit, I'll leap it and not flinch.
Three feet's a yard, as understood
By those possess'd with sense and soul;
Five feet and half will make a rood,
And also will a perch or pole.
Forty such poles a furlong make,
And eight such furlongs make a mile,
O'er hedge, or ditch, or seas, or lake;
O'er railing, fence, or gate, or stile.
Three miles a league, by sea or land,
And twenty leagues are one degree;
Just four times ninety degrees a band
Will make, to girt the earth and sea.
But what's the girt of hell or heav'n?
(No nat❜ral thought or eye can see,)
To neither girt or length is giv'n;
'Tis without space - Immensity!
Still shall the good and truly wise,
The seat of heav'n with safety find;
Because 'tis seen with inward eyes,
The state resides within their mind.
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Two pints will make one quart
Of barley, oats, or rye,
Two quarts one pottle are of wheat
Or any thing that's dry.
Two pottles one gallon
Two gallons one peck fair,
Four pecks one bushel heap or brim
Eight bushels one quarter are.
If when you sell, you give
Good measure shaken down,
Through motives good, you will receive
An everlasting crown.
Two pints will make one quart,
Four quarts one gallon strong:-
Some drink but little, some too much,-
To drink too much is wrong.
Eight gallons one firkin make,
Of liquor that's call'd ale:
Nine gallons one firkin of beer,
Whether 'tis mild or stale.
With gallons fifty-four,
A hogshead I can fill:
But hope I never shall drink much,
Drink much, whoever will.
WINE, OIL, AND SPIRIT MEASURE.
Two pints will make one quart,
Of any wine I'm told:
Four quarts one gallon are of port,
Or claret new or old.
Forty-two gallons will
A tierce fill to the bung:
And sixty-three's a hogshead full
Of brandy, oil, or rum.
Eighty-four gallons make
One puncheon fill'd to brim: Two hogsheads make one pipe or butt, Two pipes will make one tun.
A little wine within
Oft cheers the mind that's sad; But too much brandy, rum, or gin, No doubt is very bad.
From all excess beware,
Which sorrow must attend; Drunkards a life of woe must share, When time with them shall end.
Sixty seconds make a minute;
Time enough to tie my shoe:
Sixty minutes make an hour,
Shall it pass and nought to do?
Twenty-four hours will make a day
Too much time to spend in sleep,
Too much time to spend in play,
For seven days will end the week.
Fifty and two such weeks will put
Near an end to every year;
Days three hundred sixty five
Are the whole that it can share.
Except in leap year, when one day
Added is to gain lost time;
May it not be spent in play,
Neither any evil crime.
Our time is short we often say;
Let us then improve it well;
That eternally we may
Live where happy angels dwell.
Two farthings one halfpenny make,
A penny four of such will take;
And to allow I am most willing
That twelve pence always make a shilling;
And that five shillings make a crown,
Twenty a sovereign, same as pound.
Some have no cash, some have to spare-
Some who have wealth for none will care.
Some thro' misfortune's hand brought low,
Their money gone, are filled with woe,
But I know better than to grieve;
If I have none I will not thieve:
I'll be content whate'er's my lot,
Nor for misfortunes care a grout.
There is a Providence, whose care,
And sov'reign love I crave to share;
His love is gold without alloy;
Those who possess 't have endless joy.
FOUR SEASONS OF THE YEAR.
ON March the twenty-first is Spring,
When little birds begin to sing:
Begin to build and hatch their brood,
And carefully provide them food.
Summer's the twenty-first of June,
The cuckow changes then his tune;
All nature smiles, the fields look gay,
The weather's fair to make the hay.
September, on the twenty-third
When sportsmen mark at ev'ry bird,
Autumn comes in; the fields are shorn,
The fruits are ripe: so is the corn.
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