. Thackerayana;. et is the dregs of wit, yet mingled with good drinkmay have some relish. His inspirations are more real than others,for they do but feign a god, but he has his by him. His verse runslike the tap, and his invention as the barrel ebbs and flows at themercy of the spiggot. In thin drink he aspires not above a ballad,but a cup of sack inflames him, and sets his muse and nose a-fire EARLES MICROCOSMOGRAPHY. 189 together. The press is his mint, and stamps him now and then a six-pence or two in reward of the baser coin, his pamphlet. His workswould scarce sell for three halfpence, th
. Thackerayana;. et is the dregs of wit, yet mingled with good drinkmay have some relish. His inspirations are more real than others,for they do but feign a god, but he has his by him. His verse runslike the tap, and his invention as the barrel ebbs and flows at themercy of the spiggot. In thin drink he aspires not above a ballad,but a cup of sack inflames him, and sets his muse and nose a-fire EARLES MICROCOSMOGRAPHY. 189 together. The press is his mint, and stamps him now and then a six-pence or two in reward of the baser coin, his pamphlet. His workswould scarce sell for three halfpence, though they are given oft forthree shillings, but for the pretty title that allures the country gen-tleman ; for which the printer maintains him in ale for a verses are, like his clothes, miserable stolen scraps andpatches, yet their pace is not altogether so hobbling as an alma-nacs. The death of a great man, or the burning of a house,furnish him with an argument, and the nine muses are out strait in. mourning gowns, and Melpomene cries Fire ! fire ! His otherpoems are but briefs in rhyme, and, like thepoor Greeks collections,to redeem from captivity. His frequentest works go out in single sheets, and are chantedfrom market to market to a vile tune and a viler throat; whilst thepoor country wench melts like her butter to hear them. And theseare the stories of some men of Tyburn, or of a strange monsterbroken loose ; or sitting in a tap-room he writes sermons onjudgments. He drops away at last, and his life, like a can toofull, spills upon the bench. He leaves twenty shillings on thescore, which his hostess loses. A Bowl Alley. A bowl alley is the place where there are three things thrownaway besides bowls—to wit, time, money, and curses, and the lastten for one. The best sport in it is the gamesters, and he enjoys 190 THA CKERA YA NA, it that looks on and bets not. It is the school of wrangling, andworse than the schools, for men will cavil here for a hairs bread
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