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ng of red chignons. [_Exeunt._ THE KNIFE-GRINDER. GEORGE CANNING. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road,--your wheel is out of order,-- Bleak blows the blast; your hat has got a hole in 't, So have your breeches! Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike- Road, what hard work 't is crying all day 'Knives and Scissors to grind O! Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? Was it the squire, for killing of his game? or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall as soon as you have told your Pitiful story. KNIFE-GRINDER. Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night, a drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish- Stocks for a vagrant. I should be glad to drink your Honor's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence; But for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. I give thee sixpence! I will see thee hang'd first,-- Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance-- Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast! [Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.] PREACHING TO THE POOR. Father Taylor once said, "'Tis of no use to preach to empty stomachs." The parson preached in solemn way, --A well-clad man on ample pay,-- And told the poor they were sinners all, Depraved and lost by Adam's fall; That they must repent, and save their souls. A hollow-eyed wretch cried, "_Give us coals!_" Then he told of virtue's pleasant path, And that of ruin and of wrath;
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