THE Poet here ſeems to have regarded two or three Paſſages in the 18th Iliad, as that in particular, where, ſpeaking of Vulcan, Homer ſays, that he had made twenty Tripodes, running on Golden Wheels; which, upon occaſion, might go of themſelves to the Aſſembly of the Gods, and, when there was no more Uſe for them, return again after the ſame manner.

He was so hospitable that I almost stayed to lunch as they were to have turnip greens juicened with salt pork, of the fat variety.

I will e'en ascend thee, thou biped perilous!—but not fast, not fast; for I am giddy as a windmill, and the wits are flying out of me in legions.

I can't send a young, pretty girl, or for that matter even a homely one if you'd have her, on a job like this without telling her what to expect.