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Our said mind-measurer may be set

To sound the cunningest coquette,

And ascertain by mensuration

The limits of her inclination.

Heu quantum suff, we are afraid this

Developement will shock the ladies;

But, hush, my dears, for time to come,

No mummy ever was more mum.

Our far-famed system also suits

The physiology of brutes;

Its application never fails

From mammoth down to snakes and snails.

Have fourteen folios, stereotypes

Call’d craniology of snipes,[18]

All which will figure, with propriety,

In annals of a learn’d society.

As manufacturing Phrenologist

Our articles need no apologist,

Because our skill is ten times greater,

As said before, than that of Nature.

Nature, although in some things clever,

Has but the fulcrum and the lever

To her friend Doctor Caustic given,

To elevate this world to heaven.

We have made many a clever notion

To perpetrate perpetual motion

Which went to perpetuity’s borders,

Then stopp’d a bit for further orders.

Though said machines would hardly trace

The farthest links of time or space,