A POEM. 17 



With his, and if both tests it rightly stands, 

 'Tis built for execution in good hands. 

 After this trial, and you're fully pleas'd, 

 After all doubtings of the charge have ceas'd, 

 Be satisfied with it, remember this, 

 You ne'er at forty yards should make a miss ; 

 Blame not the load, but manfully confess 

 The bird escap'd thro' very awkwardness. 



When game is wild the cartridge use, and 'twill 



At ninety paces help your bag to fill, 



But if to use the second charge you're slow, 



You'd better always on it one bestow ; 



They'll prove well worthy of your best regards, 



And not particular to twenty yards. 



Eley, unknown to me, thy name I prize, 



For oft thro' thee a basket's chang'd in size, 



And many a head therein lain latent 



That else had liv'd, but for thy patent. 



As when in pocket loose they're plac'd, you bruise 



Them oft, and make them quite unfit for use, 



