LES HOMMES AUTOMATES. 1834. "We are persuaded that this our artificial man will not only walk and speak, and perform most of the outward functions of animal life, but (being wound up once a week) will perhaps reason as well as most of your country parsons." - Memoirs of Martinus Scriblerus, chap. xii. Ir being an object now to meet * The materials of which those Nuremberg Savans, mentioned by Scriblerus, constructed their artificial man. The wooden models used by painters are, it is well known, called "lay figures." Which, wound up carefully once a week, The' experiment having succeeded quite, To be serv'd by parsons of flesh and blood,) They now are enabled to produce That wood and leather are fit to fill. N.B.-In places addicted to arson, In parts, not much by Protestants haunted, Which (now that the eating's o'er) comes cheap. P.S. Should the Lords, by way of a treat, Permit the clergy again to eat, The Church will, of course, no longer need And these wood creatures of ours will sell HOW TO MAKE ONE'S SELF A PEER. ACCORDING TO THE NEWEST RECEIPT, AS DISCLOSED IN A LATE HERALDIC WORK. * 1834. CHOOSE Some title that's dormant-the Peerage hath many Lord Baron of Shamdos sounds nobly as any. You can't somehow manage to prove yourself one of 'em. * The claim to the barony of Chandos (if I recollect right) advanced by the late Sir Eg-r-t—n Br―d—s. Should registers, deeds, and such matters refractory, Stand in the way of this lord-manufactory, I've merely to hint, as a secret auricular, One grand rule of enterprise, don't be particular. A man who once takes such a jump at nobility, Must not mince the matter, like folks of nihility*, But clear thick and thin with true lordly agility. 'Tis true, to a would-be descendant from Kings, Parish-registers sometimes are troublesome things; As oft, when the vision is near brought about, Some goblin, in shape of a grocer, grins out; Or some barber, perhaps, with my Lord mingles bloods, And one's patent of peerage is left in the suds. But there are ways—when folks are resolv'd to be lords Of expurging ev'n troublesome parish records. "This we call pure nihility, or mere nothing."— Watts's |