The Poetry Corner

The Sale Of The Tools.

By Thomas Moore

Instrumenta regni.--TACITUS. Here's a choice set of Tools for you, Ge'mmen and Ladies, They'll fit you quite handy, whatever your trade is; (Except it be Cabinet-making;--no doubt, In that delicate service they're rather worn out; Tho' their owner, bright youth! if he'd had his own will, Would have bungled away with them joyously still.) You see they've been pretty well hackt--and alack! What tool is there job after job will not hack? Their edge is but dullish it must be confest, And their temper, like Ellenborough's, none of the best; But you'll find them good hardworking Tools, upon trying, Were't but for their brass they are well worth the buying; They're famous for making blinds, sliders, and screens, And are some of them excellent turning machines. The first Tool I'll put up (they call it a Chancellor), Heavy concern to both purchaser and seller. Tho' made of pig iron yet worthy of note 'tis, 'Tis ready to melt at a half minute's notice.[1] Who bids? Gentle buyer! 'twill turn as thou shapest; 'Twill make a good thumb-screw to torture a Papist; Or else a cramp-iron to stick in the wall Of some church that old women are fearful will fall; Or better, perhaps, (for I'm guessing at random,) A heavy drag-chain for some Lawyer's old Tandem. Will nobody bid? It is cheap, I am sure, Sir-- Once, twice,--going, going,--thrice, gone!--it is yours, Sir. To pay ready money you sha'n't be distrest, As a bill at long date suits the Chancellor best. Come, where's the next Tool?-- Oh! 'tis here in a trice-- This implement, Ge'mmen, at first was a Vice; (A tenacious and close sort of tool that will let Nothing out of its grasp it once happens to get;) But it since has received a new coating of Tin, Bright enough for a Prince to behold himself in. Come, what shall we say for it? briskly! bid on, We'll the sooner get rid of it--going--quite gone. God be with it, such tools, if not quickly knockt down, Might at last cost their owner--how much? why, a Crown! The next Tool I'll set up has hardly had handsel or Trial as yet and is also a Chancellor-- Such dull things as these should be sold by the gross; Yet, dull as it is, 'twill be found to shave close, And like other close shavers, some courage to gather, This blade first began by a flourish on leather.[2] You shall have it for nothing--then, marvel with me At the terrible tinkering work there must be, Where a Tool such as this is (I'll leave you to judge it) Is placed by ill luck at the top of the Budget!