A POEM. 11 



Thus oftener may be kill'd, as none can err 

 So much in taking aim ; all must prefer 

 That upon which they always can rely 

 If game is not beyond its reach, and buy 

 One such, than one, though farther it may kill, 

 Which can't be used by them with equal skill. 



In justice to the man whose guns the most 



For years I've shot with at a mod'rate cost, 



And never found them in the field to fail 



In lock or barrel, but the birds to nail 



In first-rate style, with pleasure I his name 



My readers give, am sure they will not blame 



Me hastily, should he be given trial 



To weapon them, the guns fear no denial : 



Reilly, in Holborn, number three ' sixteen, 



On his true stingers may at work be seen. 



By the noon-sun the powder should be dried, 

 And after this, if so you please beside, 



