And luscious ’Scallops, to allure the Tastes
Of rigid Zealots to delicious Fasts;
Wednesdays and Fridays you’ll observe from hence,
Days, when our SiresSires: fathers. were doom’d to
Abstinence.
When dirty Waters from Balconies drop,
And dextrous Damsels twirle the sprinkling Mop,
And cleanse the spatter’d Sash, and scrub the Stairs;
Know Saturday’s conclusive Morn appears.
Remarks on the Cries of the Town.
Successive Crys the Season’s Change declare,
And mark the Monthly Progress of the Year.
Hark, how the Streets with treble Voices ring,
To sell the bounteous Product of the Spring!
Sweet-smelling Flow’rs, and Elders early Bud,
With Nettle’s tender Shoots, to cleanse the Blood:
And when June’s Thunder cools the sultry Skies,
Ev’n Sundays are profan’d by Mackrell Cries.Mackrell Cries: the cries of a mackerel seller.
Wallnuts
Cloath’d