TO THE READERS 



OF 



''CHIPS." 



(^|fe ] 



-'Ours, this little varied pile 

 I scatter, and I trust 

 These Chips an idle hour may wile — 

 They've kept a Wedge from rust. 



I hope they may not prove too dry, 

 Chips should be cris}) and light ; 



They're short enough, you can't deny, 

 Though not, I fear, too bright. 



The Wedge which knock'd them off, perhaps 



Work'd most on frosty days ; 

 And Leisure's beetle gave the raps 



Which chip'd off prose and lays. 



Some fragments sprang from Mem'ry's tree, 



From Fancy's others flew ; 

 I know not what their fate may be. 



But trust they'll please a few. 



