difguft ; nor it's yellow colour, nor it's 

 gaudinefs, nor it's unconne<5led angle, 

 nor it's bending pillar ; it is the vile 

 that loves it. Under the preffure of the 

 eight fingers, ugly is the fwell of it's 

 belly, with it's canvas fmock ; it's trunk 

 and it's hoarfe found, were but formed 

 for an age-worn Saxon. It is like the 

 wild neighing, and difmal roar of fome 

 bay mare, after horfes. The unceafing 

 din through the night, is a perfecl filler 

 <V to the frightful yellow hag of Rbos.* 



" It is the noife of a lame goofe, 

 amongft the corn ; a fquealing foolifh 

 Irifh witch ; it is the rumbling of the 

 mill-ftream, of Crazy Leap ; and like 

 the fhrieking wry-necked hare. It is 

 the wooden fickle of a prude of yore, 

 or the tottering fhin of an old woman. 

 " Let every mufical profeflbr from 

 the Englifh Marches, as far as Mona's 

 Ifle. learn to play upon a fair harp, with 



The Yellow Peftilence. 



