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ED; E449|        [AN ISLAND IN THE MOON]   t1068

ED; E449|        [In a Manuscript Fragment]

IM; E449|        PAGE 1

ED-IM; E449|        [Chapter 1]
IM-1-prose1;   E449|        In the Moon, is a certain Island near by a mighty continent,
IM-1-prose2;   E449|        which small island seems to have some affinity to England. & what
IM-1-prose3;   E449|        is more extraordinary the people are so much alike & their
IM-1-prose4;   E449|        language so much the same that you would think you was among your
IM-1-prose5;   E449|        friends. in this Island dwells three Philosophers Suction, the
IM-1-prose6;   E449|        Epicurean, Quid the Cynic, & Sipsop, the Pythagorean. I call them
IM-1-prose7;   E449|        by the names of these sects tho the sects are not ever mentiond
IM-1-prose8;   E449|        there as being quite out of date however the things still remain,
IM-1-prose9;   E449|        and the vanities are the same. the three Philosophers sat
IM-1-prose10; E449|        together thinking of nothing. in comes--Etruscan Column the
IM-1-prose11; E449|        Antiquarian & after an abundance of Enquiries to no purpose sat
IM-1-prose12; E449|        himself down & described something that nobody listend to so
IM-1-prose13; E449|        they were employd when Mrs Gimblet came in [tipsy] the
IM-1-prose14; E449|        corners of her mouth seemd I dont know how, but very odd as if
IM-1-prose15; E449|        she hoped you had not an ill opinion of her. to be sure we are
IM-1-prose16; E449|        all poor creatures. well she seated & [listend] seemd
IM-1-prose17; E449|        to listen with great attention while the Antiquarian seemd to be
IM-1-prose18; E449|        talking of virtuous cats, but it was not so. she was thinking of
IM-1-prose19; E449|        the shape of her eyes & mouth & he was thinking, of his eternal
IM-1-prose20; E449|        fame the three Philosophers at this time were each endeavouring
IM-1-prose21; E449|          t1069 to conceal [the] his laughter, (not at them but) at
IM-1-prose22; E449|        his own imaginations this was the situation of this improving
IM-1-prose23; E449|        company, when in a great hurry, Inflammable Gass the Wind finder
IM-1-prose24; E449|        enterd. they seemd to rise & salute each other
IM-1-prose25; E449|        Etruscan Column & Inflammable Gass fixd their eyes on each
IM-1-prose26; E449|        other, their tongues went in question & answer, but their
IM-1-prose27; E449|        thoughts were otherwise employd
IM-1-prose28; E449|        I dont like his eyes said Etruscan Column. he's a foolish puppy
IM-1-prose29; E449|        said Inflammable Gass, smiling on him. the 3 Philosophers
IM-1-prose30; E449|        [Quid] [<the

IM-1-prose31; E450|        Elder>   t1070] the Cynic smiling the Epicurean seeming
IM-1-prose32; E450|        [not] studying the flame of the candle & the Pythagorean
IM-1-prose33; E450|        playing with the cat, listend with open mouths to the edifying
IM-1-prose34; E450|        discourses.
IM-1-prose35; E450|        Sir said the Antiquarian I have seen these works & I do affirm
IM-1-prose36; E450|        that they are no such thing. they seem to me to be the most
IM-1-prose37; E450|        wretched paltry flimsy Stuff that ever--What d'ye say What dye
IM-1-prose38; E450|        say said Inflammable Gass, why why I wish I could see you write
IM-1-prose39; E450|        so. Sir said the Antiquarian, according to my opinion the author
IM-1-prose40; E450|        is an errant blockhead.--Your reason Your reason said
IM-1-prose41; E450|        Inflammable Gass--why why I think it very abominable to call a
IM-1-prose42; E450|        man a blockhead that you know nothing of.--Reason Sir said the
IM-1-prose43; E450|        Antiquarian I'll give you an example for your reason As I was
IM-1-prose44; E450|        walking along the street I saw a <vast> number of swallows on the
IM-1-prose45; E450|        [top of an house] rails of an old Gothic square they
IM-1-prose46; E450|        seemd to be going on their passage, as Pliny says as I was
IM-1-prose47; E450|        looking up, a little outre<accent> fellow pulling me by the
IM-1-prose48; E450|        sleeve cries pray Sir who do all they belong to. I turnd my self
IM-1-prose49; E450|        about with great [[An Island in the Moon] P 2] contempt. Said I, Go along you fool.--Fool
IM-1-prose50; E450|        said he who do you call fool I only askd you a civil
IM-1-prose51; E450|        question--[here Etr] I had a great mind to have thrashd
IM-1-prose52; E450|        the fellow only he was bigger than I--here Etruscan column left
IM-1-prose53; E450|        off--Inflammable Gass, recollecting himself Indeed I do not think
IM-1-prose54; E450|        the man was a fool for he seems to me to have been desirous of
IM-1-prose55; E450|        enquiring into the works of nature--Ha Ha Ha said the
IM-1-prose56; E450|        Pythagorean. it was reechod by [the] Inflammable Gass to
IM-1-prose57; E450|        overthrow the argument--Etruscan Column then star[t]ing up &
IM-1-prose58; E450|        clenching both his fists was prepared to give a formal answer to
IM-1-prose59; E450|        the company But Ob[t]use Angle, entering the room having made a
IM-1-prose60; E450|        gentle bow, proceeded to empty his pockets of a vast number of
IM-1-prose61; E450|        papers, turned about & sat down wiped his [head]
IM-1-prose62; E450|        <face> with his pocket handkerchief & shutting his eyes began to
IM-1-prose63; E450|        scratch his head--well gentlemen said he what is the cause of
IM-1-prose64; E450|        strife the Cynic answerd. they are only quarreling about
IM-1-prose65; E450|        Voltaire--Yes said the Epicurean & having a bit of fun with him.
IM-1-prose66; E450|        And said the Pythagorean endeavoring to incorporate their souls
IM-1-prose67; E450|        with their bodies
IM-1-prose68; E450|        Obtuse Angle giving a grin said Voltaire understood nothing
IM-1-prose69; E450|        of the Mathematics and a man must be a fool ifaith not to
IM-1-prose70; E450|        understand the Mathematics
IM-1-prose71; E450|        Inflammable Gass turning round hastily in his chair said
IM-1-prose72; E450|        Mathematics he found out a number of Queries in Philosophy.
IM-1-prose73; E450|        Obtuse Angle shutting his eyes & saying that he always understood
IM-1-prose74; E450|        better when he shut his eyes [It is not of use to make]
IM-1-prose75; E450|        <said> In the first place it is of no use for a man to make
IM-1-prose76; E450|        Queries but to solve them, for a man may be a fool & make Queries
IM-1-prose77; E450|        but a man must have good sound sense to solve them. a query & an
IM-1-prose78; E450|        answer are as different as a strait line & a crooked one.
IM-1-prose79; E450|        secondly I, I, I. aye Secondly, Voltaire's a fool, says the
IM-1-prose80; E450|        Epicurean--.Pooh says the Mathematician scratching his head with
IM-1-prose81; E450|        double violence, it is not worth Quarreling about.--The
IM-1-prose82; E450|        Antiquarian

IM-1-prose83; E451|        here got up--& hemming twice to shew the strength of his Lungs,
IM-1-prose84; E451|        said but my Good Sir, Voltaire was immersed in matter, & seems to
IM-1-prose85; E451|        have understood very little but what he saw before his eyes, like
IM-1-prose86; E451|        the Animal upon the Pythagoreans lap always playing with its own
IM-1-prose87; E451|        tail. Ha Ha Ha said Inflammable Gass he was the Glory of
IM-1-prose88; E451|        France--I have got a bottle of air that would spread a Plague.
IM-1-prose89; E451|        here the Antiquarian shruggd up his shoulders & was silent
IM-1-prose90; E451|        [talkd for half an hour] while Inflammable Gass talkd
IM-1-prose91; E451|        for half an hour
IM-1-prose92; E451|        When Steelyard <the lawgiver> coming in stalking--with an act
IM-1-prose93; E451|        of parliament in his hand said that it was a shameful thing that
IM-1-prose94; E451|        acts of parliament should be in a free state, it had so engrossed
IM-1-prose95; E451|        his mind that he did not salute the company
IM-1-prose96; E451|        Mrs Gimblet drew her mouth downwards

ED-IM; E451|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 3

IM; E451|        Chap 2d

IM-2-prose1;   E451|        Tilly Lally the Siptippidist Aradobo, the dean of Morocco,
IM-2-prose2;   E451|        [Miss] Miss Gittipin [&] Mrs Nannicantipot, <Mrs
IM-2-prose3;   E451|        Sigtagatist>   t1071 Gibble Gabble the wife of Inflammable Gass--&
IM-2-prose4;   E451|        Little Scopprell enterd the room (If I have not presented you
IM-2-prose5;   E451|        with every character in the piece call me *Arse--)   t1072

IM; E451|        Chap 3d

IM-3-prose1;   E451|        In the Moon as Phebus stood over his oriental Gardening O ay
IM-3-prose2;   E451|        come Ill sing you a song said the Cynic. the trumpeter shit in
IM-3-prose3;   E451|        his hat said the Epicurean & clapt it on his head said the Pythagorean
IM-3-prose4;   E451|        Ill begin again said the Cynic
IM-3;   E451|        Little Phebus came strutting in
IM-3;   E451|        With his fat belly & his round chin
IM-3;   E451|        What is it you would please to have
IM-3;   E451|        Ho Ho
IM-3;   E451|        I wont let it go at only so & so
IM-3-prose5;   E451|        Mrs Gimblet lookd as if they meant her. Tilly Lally laught
IM-3-prose6;   E451|        like a Cherry clapper. Aradobo askd who was Phebus Sir. Obtuse
IM-3-prose7;   E451|        Angle answerd, quickly, He was the God of Physic, Painting
IM-3-prose8;   E451|        Perspective Geometry Geography Astronomy, Cookery, Chymistry
IM-3-prose9;   E451|        [Conjunctives] Mechanics, Tactics Pathology Phraseology
IM-3-prose10; E451|        Theolog[y] Mythology Astrology Osteology, Somatology in short
IM-3-prose11; E451|        every art & science adorn'd him as beads round his neck. here
IM-3-prose12; E451|        Aradobo lookd Astonishd & askd if he understood Engraving--Obtuse
IM-3-prose13; E451|        Angle Answerd indeed he did.--Well said the other he was as great
IM-3-prose14; E451|        as Chatterton. Tilly Lally turnd round to Obtuse Angle & askd
IM-3-prose15; E451|        who it was that was as great as Chatterton. Hay, how should I
IM-3-prose16; E451|        know Answerd Obtuse Angle who was It Aradobo. why sir said he
IM-3-prose17; E451|        the Gentleman that the song was about. Ah said

IM-3-prose18; E452|        Tilly Lally I did not hear it. what was it Obtuse Angle. Pooh
IM-3-prose19; E452|        said he Nonsense. Mhm said Tilly Lally--it was Phebus said the
IM-3-prose20; E452|        Epicurean Ah that was the Gentleman said Aradobo. Pray Sir
IM-3-prose21; E452|        said Tilly Lally who was Phebus. Obtuse Angle answerd the
IM-3-prose22; E452|        heathens in the old ages usd to have Gods that they worshipd &
IM-3-prose23; E452|        they usd to sacrifice to them you have read about that in the
IM-3-prose24; E452|        bible. Ah said Aradobo I thought I had read of Phebus in the
IM-3-prose25; E452|        Bible.--Aradobo you should always think [of what you st]
IM-3-prose26; E452|        before you speak said Obtuse Angle--Ha Ha Ha he means Pharaoh
IM-3-prose27; E452|        said Tilly Lally--I am ashamd of you making [[An Island in the Moon] P 4] use of the
IM-3-prose28; E452|        names [of] in the Bible said Mrs. Sigtagatist. Ill tell
IM-3-prose29; E452|        you what Mrs Sinagain I dont think theres any harm in it, said
IM-3-prose30; E452|        Tilly Lally--No said Inflammable Gass. I have got a camera
IM-3-prose31; E452|        obscura at home what was it you was talking about. Law said
IM-3-prose32; E452|        Tilly Lally what has that to do with Pharaoh--. Pho nonsense
IM-3-prose33; E452|        hang Pharoh & all his host said the Pythagorean sing away
IM-3-prose34; E452|        Quid--
IM-3-prose35; E452|        Then the Cynic sung

IM-3;   E452|        Honour & Genius is all I ask
IM-3;   E452|        And I ask the Gods no more
IM-3;   E452|        No more No more | the three Philosophers
IM-3;   E452|        No more No more | bear Chorus

IM-3-prose36; E452|        Here Aradobo suckd his under lip

IM; E452|        Chap 4

IM-4-prose1;   E452|        Hang names said the Pythagorean whats Pharoh better than Phebus
IM-4-prose2;   E452|        or Phebus than Pharoh. hang them both said the Cynic Dont be
IM-4-prose3;   E452|        prophane said Mrs Sigtagatist. Why said Mrs Nannicantipot I dont
IM-4-prose4;   E452|        think its prophane to say hang Pharoh. ah said Mrs, Sinagain, I'm
IM-4-prose5;   E452|        sure you ought to hold your tongue, for you never say any thing
IM-4-prose6;   E452|        about the scriptures, & you hinder your husband from going to
IM-4-prose7;   E452|        church--Ha Ha said Inflammable Gass what dont you like to go to
IM-4-prose8;   E452|        church. no said Mrs Nannicantipot I think a person may be as good
IM-4-prose9;   E452|        at home. If I had not a place of profit that forces me to go to
IM-4-prose10; E452|        church said Inflammable Gass Id see the parsons all hangd a
IM-4-prose11; E452|        parcel of lying--O said Mrs Sigtagatist if it was not for
IM-4-prose12; E452|        churches & chapels I should not have livd so long--there was I up
IM-4-prose13; E452|        in a Morning at four o clock when I was a Girl. I would run like
IM-4-prose14; E452|        the dickins till I was all in a heat. I would stand till I was
IM-4-prose15; E452|        ready to sink into the earth. ah Mr Huffcap would kick the bottom
IM-4-prose16; E452|        of the Pulpit out, with Passion, would tear off the sleeve of his
IM-4-prose17; E452|        Gown, & set his wig on fire & throw it at the people hed cry &
IM-4-prose18; E452|        stamp & kick & sweat and all for the good of their souls.--Im
IM-4-prose19; E452|        sure he must be a wicked villain said Mrs Nannicantipot a
IM-4-prose20; E452|        passionate wretch. If I was a man Id wait at the bottom of the
IM-4-prose21; E452|        pulpit stairs & knock him down & run away.--You would You
IM-4-prose22; E452|        Ignorant jade I wish I could see you hit

IM-4-prose23; E453|        any of the ministers. you deserve to have your ears boxed you
IM-4-prose24; E453|        do.--Im sure this is not religion answers the [[An Island in the Moon] P 5] other--Then
IM-4-prose25; E453|        Mr Inflammable Gass ran & shovd his head into the fire & set his
IM-4-prose26; E453|        [head] hair all in a flame & ran about the room--No No
IM-4-prose27; E453|        he did not I was only making a fool of you

IM; E453|        Chap 5

IM-5-prose1;   E453|        Obtuse Angle Scopprell Aradobo & Tilly Lally are all met in
IM-5-prose2;   E453|        Obtuse Angles study--
IM-5-prose3;   E453|        Pray said Aradobo is Chatterton a Mathematician. No said
IM-5-prose4;   E453|        Obtuse Angle how <can you> be so foolish as to think he was. Oh
IM-5-prose5;   E453|        I did not think he was I only askd said Aradobo. How could you
IM-5-prose6;   E453|        think he was not, & ask if he was said Obtuse Angle.--<Oh no Sir>
IM-5-prose7;   E453|        I did think he was before you told me but afterwards I thought he
IM-5-prose8;   E453|        was not
IM-5-prose9;   E453|        Obtuse Angle said in the first place you thought he was
IM-5-prose10; E453|        [not] & then afterwards when I said he was not you
IM-5-prose11; E453|        thought he was not. <why I know that>   t1073 --Oh no sir I thought
IM-5-prose12; E453|        that lie was not but I askd t to know whether he was.--How can
IM-5-prose13; E453|        that be said Obtuse Angle how could you ask & think that he was
IM-5-prose14; E453|        not--why said he. It came into my bead that he was not--Why then
IM-5-prose15; E453|        said Obtuse Angle you said that he was. Did I say so Law I did
IM-5-prose16; E453|        not think I said that--Did not he said Obtuse Angle Yes said
IM-5-prose17; E453|        Scopprell. But I meant said Aradobo I I I cant think Law Sir I
IM-5-prose18; E453|        wish youd tell me, how it is
IM-5-prose19; E453|        Then Obtuse Angle put his chin in his hand & said when ever you
IM-5-prose20; E453|        think you must always think for yourself--How Sir said Aradobo,
IM-5-prose21; E453|        whenever I think I must think myself--I think I do--in the first
IM-5-prose22; E453|        place said he with a grin--Poo Poo said Obtuse Angle dont be a
IM-5-prose23; E453|        fool--
IM-5-prose24; E453|        Then Tilly Lally took up a Quadrant & askd. [what is this
IM-5-prose25; E453|        gim crank for]. Is not this a sun dial. Yes said Scopprell
IM-5-prose26; E453|        but its broke--at this moment the three Philosophers enterd and
IM-5-prose27; E453|        lowring darkness hoverd oer th assembly.
IM-5-prose28; E453|        Come said the Epicurean lets have some rum & water & hang the
IM-5-prose29; E453|        mathematics come Aradobo say some thing then Aradobo began In the
IM-5-prose30; E453|        first place I think I think in the first place that Chatterton
IM-5-prose31; E453|        was clever at Fissic Follogy, Pistinology, Aridology, Arography,
IM-5-prose32; E453|        Transmography Phizography, Hogamy HAtomy, & hall that but <in the
IM-5-prose33; E453|        first place> he eat wery little wickly that is he slept very
IM-5-prose34; E453|        little which he brought into a consumsion, & what was that that
IM-5-prose35; E453|        he took [Cha] Fissic or somethink & so died
IM-5-prose36; E453|        So all the people in the book enterd into the room & they could
IM-5-prose37; E453|        not talk any more to the present purpose

IM; E454|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 6

IM; E454|        Chap 6

IM-6-prose1;   E454|        They all went home & left the Philosophers. then Suction Askd
IM-6-prose2;   E454|        if Pindar was not a better Poet, than Ghiotto was a Painter
IM-6-prose3;   E454|        Plutarch has not the life of Ghiotto said Sipsop no said Quid
IM-6-prose4;   E454|        to be sure he was an Italian. well said Suction that is not any
IM-6-prose5;   E454|        proof. Plutarch was a nasty ignorant puppy said Quid I hate your
IM-6-prose6;   E454|        sneaking rascals. theres Aradobo in [twen[ty]] ten or
IM-6-prose7;   E454|        twelve years will be a far superior genius. Ah, said the
IM-6-prose8;   E454|        Pythagorean Aradobo will make a very clever fellow. why said Quid
IM-6-prose9;   E454|        I think that [a] <any> natural fool would make a clever
IM-6-prose10; E454|        fellow if he was properly brought up--Ah hang your reasoning said
IM-6-prose11; E454|        the Epicurean I hate reasoning I do every thing by my feelings--

IM-6-prose12; E454|        Ah said Sipsop, I only wish Jack [Hunter] Tearguts had
IM-6-prose13; E454|        had the cutting of Plutarch he understands anatomy better than
IM-6-prose14; E454|        any of the Ancients hell plunge his knife up to the hilt in a
IM-6-prose15; E454|        single drive and thrust his fist in, and all in the space of a
IM-6-prose16; E454|        Quarter of an hour. he does not mind their crying--tho they cry
IM-6-prose17; E454|        ever so hell Swear at them & keep them down with his fist & tell
IM-6-prose18; E454|        them that hell scrape their bones if they dont lay still & be
IM-6-prose19; E454|        quiet--What the devil should the people in the hospital that have
IM-6-prose20; E454|        it done for nothing, make such a piece of work for
IM-6-prose21; E454|        Hang that said Suction let us have a Song
IM-6-prose22; E454|        Then [Sipsop sang] the Cynic sang

IM-6-WhenOld1;   E454|        When old corruption first begun
IM-6-WhenOld2;   E454|        Adornd in yellow vest
IM-6-WhenOld3;   E454|        He committed on flesh a whoredom
IM-6-WhenOld4;   E454|        O what wicked beast

IM-6-WhenOld; E454|        2
IM-6-WhenOld5;   E454|        From them a callow babe did spring
IM-6-WhenOld6;   E454|        And old corruption smild
IM-6-WhenOld7;   E454|        To think his race should never end
IM-6-WhenOld8;   E454|        For now he had a child

IM-6-WhenOld; E454|        3
IM-6-WhenOld9;   E454|        He calld him Surgery & fed
IM-6-WhenOld10; E454|        The babe with his own milk
IM-6-WhenOld11; E454|        For flesh & he could neer agree
IM-6-WhenOld12; E454|        She would not let him suck

IM-6-WhenOld; E454|        4
IM-6-WhenOld13; E454|        And this he always kept in mind
IM-6-WhenOld14; E454|        And formd a crooked knife

IM-6-WhenOld15; E455|        And ran about with bloody hands
IM-6-WhenOld16; E455|        To seek his mothers life

IM-6-WhenOld; E455|        5
IM-6-WhenOld17; E455|        And as he ran to seek his mother
IM-6-WhenOld18; E455|        He met with a dead woman
IM-6-WhenOld19; E455|        He fell in love & married her
IM-6-WhenOld20; E455|        A deed which is not common

IM-6-WhenOld; E455|        6
IM-6-WhenOld21; E455|        She soon grew pregnant & brought forth
IM-6-WhenOld22; E455|        Scurvy & spotted fever
IM-6-WhenOld23; E455|        The father grind & skipt about
IM-6-WhenOld24; E455|        And said I'm made for ever

IM-6-WhenOld; E455|        7
IM-6-WhenOld25; E455|        For now I have procurd these imps
IM-6-WhenOld26; E455|        Ill try experiments
IM-6-WhenOld27; E455|        With that he tied poor scurvy down
IM-6-WhenOld28; E455|        & stopt up all its vents

IM-6-WhenOld; E455|        8
IM-6-WhenOld29; E455|        And when the child began to swell
IM-6-WhenOld30; E455|        He shouted out aloud
IM-6-WhenOld31; E455|        Ive found the dropsy out & soon
IM-6-WhenOld32; E455|        Shall do the world more good

IM-6-WhenOld; E455|        9
IM-6-WhenOld33; E455|        He took up fever by the neck
IM-6-WhenOld34; E455|        And cut out all its spots
IM-6-WhenOld35; E455|        And thro the holes which he had made
IM-6-WhenOld36; E455|        He first discoverd guts

IM-6-prose23; E455|        Ah said Sipsop you think we are rascals & we think you are
IM-6-prose24; E455|        rascals. I do as I chuse what is it to any body what I do I am
IM-6-prose25; E455|        always unhappy too. when I think of Surgery--I dont know I do
IM-6-prose26; E455|        it because I like it. My father does what he likes & so do I. I
IM-6-prose27; E455|        think some how Ill leave it off there was a woman having her
IM-6-prose28; E455|        cancer cut & she shriekd so, that I was quite sick

IM; E455|        Chap 7

IM-7-prose1;   E455|        Good night said Sipsop, Good night said the other two then
IM-7-prose2;   E455|        [they] Quid & Suction were left alone. then said Quid I
IM-7-prose3;   E455|        think that Homer is bombast & Shakespeare is too wild & Milton
IM-7-prose4;   E455|        has no feelings they might be easily outdone Chatterton never
IM-7-prose5;   E455|        writ those poems. a parcel of fools going to Bristol--if I was to
IM-7-prose6;   E455|        go Id find it out in a minute. but Ive found it out already-- If
IM-7-prose7;   E455|        I dont knock them all up next year in the

IM-7-prose8;   E456|        Exhibition Ill be hangd said Suction. hang Philosophy I would
IM-7-prose9;   E456|        not give a farthing for it do all by your feelings and never
IM-7-prose10; E456|        think at all about it. Im hangd if I dont get up to morrow
IM-7-prose11; E456|        morning by four o clock & work Sir Joshua-- Before ten years are
IM-7-prose12; E456|        at an end said Quid how I will work these poor milk [[An Island in the Moon] P 8] sop
IM-7-prose13; E456|        devils, an ignorant pack of wretches
IM-7-prose14; E456|        So they went to bed

IM; E456|        Chap 8

IM-8-prose1;   E456|        Steelyard the Lawgiver, sitting at his table taking extracts
IM-8-prose2;   E456|        from Herveys Meditations among the tombs & Youngs Night thoughts.
IM-8-prose3;   E456|        [This is unfair and ?I ?think] He is not able to hurt me
IM-8-prose4;   E456|        (said he) more than making me Constable or taking away the parish
IM-8-prose5;   E456|        business. Hah!

IM-8;   E456|        [O what a scene is here what a disguise]
IM-8;   E456|        My crop of corn is but a field of tares

IM-8-prose6;   E456|        Says Jerome happiness is not for us poor crawling reptiles of the
IM-8-prose7;   E456|        earth Talk of happiness & happiness its no such thing--every
IM-8-prose8;   E456|        person has a something

IM-8;   E456|        Hear then the pride & knowledge of a Sailor   t1074
IM-8;   E456|        His sprit sail fore sail main sail & his mizen
IM-8;   E456|        A poor frail man god wot I know none frailer
IM-8;   E456|        I know no greater sinner than John Taylor

IM-8-prose9;   E456|        If I had only myself to care for I'd soon make Double Elephant
IM-8-prose10; E456|        look foolish, & Filligree work I hope shall live to see--

IM-8;   E456|        The wreck of matter & the crush of worlds
IM-8-prose11; E456|        as Younge says

IM-8-prose12; E456|        Obtuse Angle enterd the Room. What news Mr Steelyard--I am
IM-8-prose13; E456|        Reading Theron & Aspasio, said he. Obtuse Angle took up the
IM-8-prose14; E456|        books one by one I dont find it here said he. Oh no said the
IM-8-prose15; E456|        other it was the meditations. Obtuse Angle took up the book &
IM-8-prose16; E456|        read till the other was quite tir'd out
IM-8-prose17; E456|        Then Scopprell & Miss Gittipin, coming in Scopprell took up a
IM-8-prose18; E456|        book & read <the following passage.>

IM-8-prose19; E456|        An Easy of [Human] <Huming> Understanding by John
IM-8-prose20; E456|        Lookye Gent   t1075

IM-8-prose21; E456|        John Locke said Obtuse Angle. O ay Lock said Scopprell.
IM-8-prose22; E456|        [Its a book about]
IM-8-prose23; E456|        Now here said Miss Gittipin I never saw such company in my
IM-8-prose24; E456|        life. you are always talking of your books I like to be where we
IM-8-prose25; E456|        talk.--you had better take a walk, that we may have some pleasure
IM-8-prose26; E456|        I am sure I never see any pleasure. theres Double Elephants Girls
IM-8-prose27; E456|        they have their

IM-8-prose28; E457|        own way, & theres Miss Filligree work she goes out in her coaches
IM-8-prose29; E457|        & her footman & her maids & Stormonts & Balloon hats & a
IM-8-prose30; E457|        pair of
IM-8-prose31; E457|        Gloves every day & the sorrows of Werter & Robinsons & the Queen
IM-8-prose32; E457|        of Frances Puss colour & my Cousin Gibble Gabble says that I am
IM-8-prose33; E457|        like nobody else I might as well be in a nunnery There they go
IM-8-prose34; E457|        in Post chaises & Stages to Vauxhall & Ranelagh And I hardly know
IM-8-prose35; E457|        what a coach is, except when I go to [ P 9]
IM-8-prose36; E457|        Mr Jacko's he knows
IM-8-prose37; E457|        what riding is [he does not] & his wife is the most
IM-8-prose38; E457|        agreeable woman you hardly know she has a tongue in her head
IM-8-prose39; E457|        and he is the funniest fellow, & I do believe he'll go in
IM-8-prose40; E457|        partnership with his master. & they have black servants lodge at
IM-8-prose41; E457|        their house I never saw such a place in my life he says he as
IM-8-prose42; E457|        Six & twenty rooms in his house, and I believe it & he is not
IM-8-prose43; E457|        such a liar as Quid thinks he is. [but he is always
IM-8-prose44; E457|        Envying] Poo Poo hold your tongue hold your tongue, said the
IM-8-prose45; E457|        Lawgiver. this quite provokd Miss Gittipin to interrupt her in
IM-8-prose46; E457|        her favourite topic & she proceeded to use every Provoking speech
IM-8-prose47; E457|        that ever she could, & he bore it <more> like a Saint than a
IM-8-prose48; E457|        Lawgiver and with great Solemnity he addressd the company in
IM-8-prose49; E457|        these words
IM-8-prose50; E457|        They call women the weakest vessel but I think they are the
IM-8-prose51; E457|        strongest A girl has always more tongue than a boy I have seen
IM-8-prose52; E457|        a little brat no higher than a nettle & she had as much tongue as
IM-8-prose53; E457|        a city clark but a boy would be such a fool not have any thing to
IM-8-prose54; E457|        say and if any body askd him a question he would put his head
IM-8-prose55; E457|        into a hole & hide it. I am sure I take but little pleasure you
IM-8-prose56; E457|        have as much pleasure as I have. there I stand & bear every fools
IM-8-prose57; E457|        insult. if I had only myself to care for, I'd wring off their
IM-8-prose58; E457|        noses
IM-8-prose59; E457|        To this Scopprell answerd. I think the Ladies discourses Mr
IM-8-prose60; E457|        Steelyard are some of them more improving than any book. that is
IM-8-prose61; E457|        the way I have got some of my knowledge
IM-8-prose62; E457|        Then said Miss Gittipin, Mr Scopprell do you know the song of
IM-8-prose63; E457|        Phebe and Jellicoe--no Miss said Scopprell--then she repeated
IM-8-prose64; E457|        these verses while Steelyard walkd about the room

IM-8-"Phoebe"1;   E457|        Phebe drest like beauties Queen
IM-8-"Phoebe"2;   E457|        Jellicoe in faint peagreen
IM-8-"Phoebe"3;   E457|        Sitting all beneath a grot
IM-8-"Phoebe"4;   E457|        Where the little lambkins trot   t1076

IM-8-"Phoebe"5;   E457|        Maidens dancing loves a sporting
IM-8-"Phoebe"6;   E457|        All the country folks a courting
IM-8-"Phoebe"7;   E457|        Susan Johnny Bet & Joe
IM-8-"Phoebe"8;   E457|        Lightly tripping on a row

IM-8-"Phoebe"9;   E457|        Happy people who can be
IM-8-"Phoebe"10; E457|        In happiness compard with ye   t1077
IM-8-"Phoebe"11; E457|        The Pilgrim with his crook & hat
IM-8-"Phoebe"12; E457|        Sees your happiness compleat

IM-8-prose65; E458|        A charming Song indeed miss said Scopprell [That was all
IM-8-prose66; E458|        for] here they recievd a summons for a merry making at the
IM-8-prose67; E458|        Philosophers house

ED-IM; E458|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 10

IM; E458|        Chap 9

IM-9-prose1;   E458|        I say this evening [we'd] <we'll> all get drunk. I say dash. an
IM-9-prose2;   E458|        Anthem an Anthem, said Suction

IM-9-"LoTheBat"1;   E458|        Lo the Bat with Leathern wing
IM-9-"LoTheBat"2;   E458|        Winking & blinking
IM-9-"LoTheBat"3;   E458|        Winking & blinking
IM-9-"LoTheBat"4;   E458|        Winking & blinking
IM-9-"LoTheBat"5;   E458|        Like Doctor Johnson

IM-9-"LoTheBat"6;   E458|        Quid-----O ho Said Doctor Johnson
IM-9-"LoTheBat"7;   E458|        To Scipio Africanus
IM-9-"LoTheBat"8;   E458|        If you dont own me a Philosopher
IM-9-"LoTheBat"9;   E458|        Ill kick your Roman Anus

IM-9-"LoTheBat"10; E458|        Suction--A ha To Doctor Johnson
IM-9-"LoTheBat"11; E458|        Said Scipio Africanus
IM-9-"LoTheBat"12; E458|        Lift up my Roman Petticoatt
IM-9-"LoTheBat"13; E458|        And kiss my Roman Anus

IM-9-"LoTheBat"14; E458|        And the Cellar goes down with a Step (Grand Chorus

IM-9-prose3;   E458|        Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Hooooo my poooooor siiides I I should
IM-9-prose4;   E458|        die if I was to live here said Scopprell Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho

IM-9;   E458|        1st Vo Want Matches
IM-9;   E458|        2d Vo Yes Yes Yes
IM-9;   E458|        1 Vo Want Matches
IM-9;   E458|        2d Vo No----------

IM-9;   E458|        1st Vo Want Matches
IM-9;   E458|        2d Vo Yes Yes Yes
IM-9;   E458|        1st Vo Want Matches
IM-9;   E458|        2d Vo No----------

IM-9-prose5;   E458|        Here was Great confusion & disorder Aradobo said that the
IM-9-prose6;   E458|        boys in the street sing something very pritty & funny [about
IM-9-prose7;   E458|        London O no] about Matches Then Mrs Nannicantipot sung

IM-9;   E458|        I cry my matches as far as Guild hall
IM-9;   E458|        God bless the duke & his aldermen all

IM-9-prose8;   E458|        Then sung Scopprell

IM-9;   E458|        I ask the Gods no more
IM-9;   E458|        no more no more

IM-9-prose9;   E459|        Then Said Suction come Mr Lawgiver your song and the Lawgiver
IM-9-prose10; E459|        sung

IM-9;   E459|        As I walkd forth one may morning
IM-9;   E459|        To see the fields so pleasant & so gay
IM-9;   E459|        O there did I spy a young maiden sweet

ED-IM-9;   E459|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 11

IM-9;   E459|        Among the Violets that smell so sweet
IM-9;   E459|        Smell so sweet
IM-9;   E459|        Smell so sweet
IM-9;   E459|        Among the Violets that smell so sweet

IM-9-prose; E459|        Hang your Violets heres your Rum & water [sweeter] O
IM-9-prose; E459|        ay said Tilly Lally. Joe Bradley & I was going along one day in
IM-9-prose; E459|        the Sugar house Joe Bradley saw for he had but one eye
IM-9-prose; E459|        [?one] saw a treacle Jar So he goes of his blind side
IM-9-prose; E459|        & dips his hand up to the shoulder in treacle. here [ll]
IM-9-prose; E459|        lick lick lick said he Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha For he had but one eye
IM-9-prose; E459|        Ha Ha Ha Ho then sung Scopprell
IM-9;   E459|        And I ask the Gods no more
IM-9;   E459|        no more no more
IM-9;   E459|        no more no more

IM-9-prose18; E459|        Miss Gittipin said he you sing like a harpsichord. let your
IM-9-prose19; E459|        bounty descend to our fair ears and favour us with a fine song
IM-9-prose20; E459|        <then she sung>

IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        This frog he would a wooing ride   t1078
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        Kitty alone Kitty alone
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        This frog he would a wooing ride
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        Kitty alone & I
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        Sing cock I cary Kitty alone   t1079
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        Kitty alone Kitty alone
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        Cock I cary Kitty alone
IM-9-ThisFrog; E459|        Kitty alone & I

IM-9-prose21; E459|        Charming truly elegant said Scopprell

IM-9;   E459|        And I ask the gods no more

IM-9-prose22; E459|        Hang your Serious Songs, said Sipsop & he sung as follows

IM-9;   E459|        Fa ra so bo ro
IM-9;   E459|        Fa ra bo ra
IM-9;   E459|        Sa ba ra ra ba rare roro
IM-9;   E459|        Sa ra ra ra bo ro ro ro
IM-9;   E459|        Radara
IM-9;   E459|        Sarapodo no flo ro

IM-9-prose23; E460|        Hang Italian songs lets have English said Quid [Sing a
IM-9-prose24; E460|        Mathematical Song Obtuse Angle then he sung] <English Genius
IM-9-prose25; E460|        for ever here I go>

IM-9-HailMatrimony1;   E460|        Hail Matrimony made of Love
IM-9-HailMatrimony2;   E460|        To thy wide gates how great a drove
IM-9-HailMatrimony3;   E460|        On purpose to be yok'd do come
IM-9-HailMatrimony4;   E460|        Widows & maids & Youths also
IM-9-HailMatrimony5;   E460|        That lightly trip on beauty's toe
IM-9-HailMatrimony6;   E460|        Or sit on beauty's bum

IM-9-HailMatrimony7;   E460|        Hail fingerfooted lovely Creatures
IM-9-HailMatrimony8;   E460|        The females of our human Natures
IM-9-HailMatrimony9;   E460|        Formed to suckle all Mankind
IM-9-HailMatrimony10; E460|        Tis you that come in time of need

IM-9-HailMatrimony11; E460|        Without you we shoud never Breed
IM-9-HailMatrimony12; E460|        Or any Comfort find

IM-9-HailMatrimony13; E460|        For if a Damsel's blind or lame
IM-9-HailMatrimony14; E460|        Or Nature's hand has crooked her frame

ED; E460|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 12
IM-9-HailMatrimony15; E460|        Or if she's deaf or is wall eyed

IM-9-HailMatrimony16; E460|        Yet if her heart is well inclined
IM-9-HailMatrimony17; E460|        Some tender lover she shall find
IM-9-HailMatrimony18; E460|        That panteth for a Bride   t1080

IM-9-HailMatrimony19; E460|        The universal Poultice this
IM-9-HailMatrimony20; E460|        To cure whatever is amiss

IM-9-HailMatrimony21; E460|        In damsel or in Widow gay
IM-9-HailMatrimony22; E460|        It makes them smile it makes them skip
IM-9-HailMatrimony23; E460|        Like Birds just cured of the pip
IM-9-HailMatrimony24; E460|        They chirp & hop away

IM-9-HailMatrimony25; E460|        Then come ye Maidens come ye Swains
IM-9-HailMatrimony26; E460|        Come & be eased of all your pains
IM-9-HailMatrimony27; E460|        In Matrimony's Golden cage--

IM-9-prose26; E460|        I [None of] Go & be hanged said Scopprel how can you
IM-9-prose27; E460|        have the face to make game of Matrimony--[What you skipping
IM-9-prose28; E460|        flea how dare ye? Ill dash you through your chair says the
IM-9-prose29; E460|        Cynic This Quid (cries out Miss Gittipin) always spoils good
IM-9-prose30; E460|        company in this manner & its a shame]
IM-9-prose31; E460|        Then Quid calld upon Obtuse Angle for a Song & he wiping his
IM-9-prose32; E460|        face & looking on the corner of the cieling Sang

IM-9-ToBeOrNot1;   E460|        To be or not to be
IM-9-ToBeOrNot2;   E460|        Of great capacity
IM-9-ToBeOrNot3;   E460|        Like Sir Isaac Newton
IM-9-ToBeOrNot4;   E460|        Or Locke or Doctor South
IM-9-ToBeOrNot5;   E460|        Or Sherlock upon death
IM-9-ToBeOrNot6;   E460|        Id rather be Sutton

IM-9-ToBeOrNot7;   E461|        For he did build a house
IM-9-ToBeOrNot8;   E461|        For aged men & youth
IM-9-ToBeOrNot9;   E461|        With walls of brick & stone
IM-9-ToBeOrNot10; E461|        He furnishd it within
IM-9-ToBeOrNot11; E461|        With whatever he could win
IM-9-ToBeOrNot12; E461|        And all his own

IM-9-ToBeOrNot13; E461|        He drew out of the Stocks
IM-9-ToBeOrNot14; E461|        His money in a box
IM-9-ToBeOrNot15; E461|        And sent his servant
IM-9-ToBeOrNot16; E461|        To Green the Bricklayer
IM-9-ToBeOrNot17; E461|        And to the Carpenter
IM-9-ToBeOrNot18; E461|        He was so fervent

IM-9-ToBeOrNot19; E461|        The chimneys were three score   t1081
IM-9-ToBeOrNot20; E461|        The windows many more
IM-9-ToBeOrNot21; E461|        And for convenience
IM-9-ToBeOrNot22; E461|        He sinks & gutters made
IM-9-ToBeOrNot23; E461|        And all the way he pavd
IM-9-ToBeOrNot24; E461|        To hinder pestilence

IM-9-ToBeOrNot25; E461|        Was not this a good man
IM-9-ToBeOrNot26; E461|        Whose life was but a span
IM-9-ToBeOrNot27; E461|        Whose name was Sutton

ED-IM-9;   E461|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 13

IM-9-ToBeOrNot28; E461|        As Locke or Doctor South
IM-9-ToBeOrNot29; E461|        Or Sherlock upon Death
IM-9-ToBeOrNot30; E461|        Or Sir Isaac Newton

IM-9-prose33; E461|        The Lawgiver was very attentive & begd to have it sung over
IM-9-prose34; E461|        again & again till the company were tired & insisted on the
IM-9-prose35; E461|        Lawgiver singing song himself which he readily complied with

IM-9-ThisCity1;   E461|        This city & this country has brought forth many mayors
IM-9-ThisCity2;   E461|        To sit in state & give forth laws out of their old oak chairs
IM-9-ThisCity3;   E461|        With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale
IM-9-ThisCity4;   E461|        Good English hospitality O then it did not fail

IM-9-ThisCity5;   E461|        With scarlet gowns & broad gold lace would make a yeoman sweat
IM-9-ThisCity6;   E461|        With stockings rolld above their knees & shoes as black as jet   t1082
IM-9-ThisCity7;   E461|        With eating beef & drinking beer O they were stout & hale
IM-9-ThisCity8;   E461|        Good English hospitality O then it did not fail

IM-9-ThisCity9;   E461|        Thus sitting at the table wide the Mayor & Aldermen
IM-9-ThisCity10; E461|        Were fit to give law to the city each eat as much as ten
IM-9-ThisCity11; E461|        The hungry poor enterd the hall to eat good beef & ale
IM-9-ThisCity12; E461|        Good English hospitality O then it did not fail

IM-9-prose36; E461|        Here they gave a shout & the company broke up

IM-10; E462|        Chap 10

IM-10-prose1;   E462|        Thus these happy Islanders spent their time but felicity does
IM-10-prose2;   E462|        not last long, for being met at the house of Inflammable Gass the
IM-10-prose3;   E462|        windfinder, the following affairs happend.
IM-10-prose4;   E462|        Come Flammable said Gibble Gabble & lets enjoy ourselves bring
IM-10-prose5;   E462|        the Puppets. Hay Hay, said he, you sho, why ya ya, how can you
IM-10-prose6;   E462|        be so foolish.--Ha Ha Ha she calls the experiments puppets Then
IM-10-prose7;   E462|        he went up stairs & loaded the maid, with glasses, & brass tubes,
IM-10-prose8;   E462|        & magic pictures
IM-10-prose9;   E462|        Here ladies & gentlemen said he Ill shew you a louse
IM-10-prose10; E462|        [climing] or a flea or a butterfly or a cock chafer the
IM-10-prose11; E462|        blade bone of a tittle back, no no heres a bottle of wind that I
IM-10-prose12; E462|        took up in the bog house. o dear o dear the waters got into
IM-10-prose13; E462|        the sliders. look here Gibble Gabble--lend me your handkerchief,
IM-10-prose14; E462|        Tilly Lally Tilly Lally took out his handkerchief which smeard
IM-10-prose15; E462|        the glass worse than ever. then he screwd it on then he took the
IM-10-prose16; E462|        sliders & then he set up the glasses for the Ladies to view the
IM-10-prose17; E462|        pictures thus he was employd & quite out of breath
IM-10-prose18; E462|        While Tilly Laily & Scopprell were pumping at the air pump
IM-10-prose19; E462|        Smack went the glass--. Hang said Tilly Lally. Inflammable Gass
IM-10-prose20; E462|        turnd short round & threw down the table & Glasses & Pictures, &
IM-10-prose21; E462|        broke the bottles of wind & let out the Pestilence He saw the
IM-10-prose22; E462|        Pestilence fly out of the bottle & cried out [[An Island in the Moon] P 1] while he ran
IM-10-prose23; E462|        out of the room. [Go] come out come out [you
IM-10-prose24; E462|        ar] we are putrified, we are corrupted. our lungs are
IM-10-prose25; E462|        destroyd with the Flogiston this will spread a plague all thro'
IM-10-prose26; E462|        the Island he was down stairs the very first on the back of
IM-10-prose27; E462|        him came all the others in a heap
IM-10-prose28; E462|        So they need not bidding go

IM; E462|        Chap 11

IM-11-prose1;   E462|        Another merry meeting at the house of Steelyard the Lawgiver
IM-11-prose2;   E462|        After Supper Steelyard & Obtuse Angle. had pumpd Inflammable
IM-11-prose3;   E462|        Gass quite dry. they playd at forfeits & tryd every method to get
IM-11-prose4;   E462|        good song then he sung humour. said Miss Gittipin pray
IM-11-prose5;   E462|        Mr Obtuse Angle sing us a song then he sung

IM-11-HolyThursday1;   E462|        Upon a holy thursday their innocent faces clean
IM-11-HolyThursday2;   E462|        The children walking two & two in grey & blue & green
IM-11-HolyThursday3;   E462|        Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow
IM-11-HolyThursday4;   E462|        Till into the high dome of Pauls they like thames waters flow

IM-11-HolyThursday5;   E462|        O what a multitude they seemd, these flowers of London town
IM-11-HolyThursday6;   E462|        Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
IM-11-HolyThursday7;   E462|        The hum of multitudes were there but multitudes of lambs
IM-11-HolyThursday8;   E462|        Thousands of little girls & boys raising their innocent hands   t1083

IM-11-HolyThursday9;   E463|        Then like a mighty wind they raise to heavn the voice of song   t1084
IM-11-HolyThursday10; E463|        Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heavn among
IM-11-HolyThursday11; E463|        Beneath them sit the revrend men the guardians of the poor
IM-11-HolyThursday12; E463|        Then cherish pity lest you drive an angel from your door

IM-11-prose6;   E463|        After this they all sat silent for a quarter of an hour [&
IM-11-prose7;   E463|        Mrs Sigtagatist] <& Mrs Nannicantipot> said it puts me
IM-11-prose8;   E463|        in Mind of my [grand] mothers song

IM-11-[NursesSong]1;   E463|        When the tongues of children are heard on the green   t1085
IM-11-[NursesSong]2;   E463|        And laughing is heard on the hill   t1086
IM-11-[NursesSong]3;   E463|        My heart is at rest within my breast
IM-11-[NursesSong]4;   E463|        And every thing else is still

IM-11-[NursesSong]5;   E463|        Then come home my children the sun is gone down   t1087
IM-11-[NursesSong]6;   E463|        And the dews of night arise
IM-11-[NursesSong]7;   E463|        Come Come leave off play & let us away
IM-11-[NursesSong]8;   E463|        Till the morning appears in the skies

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IM-11-[NursesSong]9;   E463|        No No let us play for it is yet day
IM-11-[NursesSong]10; E463|        And we cannot go to sleep   t1088
IM-11-[NursesSong]11; E463|        Besides in the Sky the little birds fly   t1089
IM-11-[NursesSong]12; E463|        And the meadows are coverd with Sheep

IM-11-[NursesSong]13; E463|        Well Well go & play till the light fades away
IM-11-[NursesSong]14; E463|        And then go home to bed
IM-11-[NursesSong]15; E463|        The little ones leaped & shouted & laughd
IM-11-[NursesSong]16; E463|        And all the hills ecchoed

IM-11-prose9;   E463|        Then [Miss Gittipin] [Tilly Lally sung]
IM-11-prose10; E463|        [Quid] sung <Quid>

IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]1;   E463|        O father father where are you going   t1090
IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]2;   E463|        O do not walk so fast
IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]3;   E463|        O speak father speak to your little boy
IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]4;   E463|        Or else I shall be lost

IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]5;   E463|        The night it was dark & no father was there
IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]6;   E463|        And the child was wet with dew
IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]7;   E463|        The mire was deep & the child did weep
IM-11-[LittleBoyLost]8;   E463|        And away the vapour flew

IM-11-prose11; E463|        Here nobody could sing any longer, till Tilly Lally pluckd up a
IM-11-prose12; E463|        spirit & he sung.

IM-11-OIsayYou1;   E463|        O I say you Joe
IM-11-OIsayYou2;   E463|        Throw us the ball
IM-11-OIsayYou3;   E463|        Ive a good mind to go
IM-11-OIsayYou4;   E463|        And leave you all

IM-11-OIsayYou5;   E464|        I never saw saw such a bowler
IM-11-OIsayYou6;   E464|        To bowl the ball in a tansey   t1091
IM-11-OIsayYou7;   E464|        And to clean it with my handkercher
IM-11-OIsayYou8;   E464|        Without saying a word

IM-11-OIsayYou9;   E464|        That Bills a foolish fellow
IM-11-OIsayYou10; E464|        He has given me a black eye   t1092
IM-11-OIsayYou11; E464|        He does not know how to handle a bat
IM-11-OIsayYou12; E464|        Any more than a dog or a cat   t1093
IM-11-OIsayYou13; E464|        He has knockd down the wicket
IM-11-OIsayYou14; E464|        And broke the stumps
IM-11-OIsayYou15; E464|        And runs without shoes to save his pumps

IM-11-prose13; E464|        Here a laugh began and Miss Gittipin sung

IM-11-LeaveOLeave1;   E464|        Leave O leave [me] to my sorrows   t1094
IM-11-LeaveOLeave2;   E464|        Here Ill sit & fade away
IM-11-LeaveOLeave3;   E464|        Till Im nothing but a spirit
IM-11-LeaveOLeave4;   E464|        And I lose this form of clay

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IM-11-LeaveOLeave5;   E464|        Then if chance along this forest
IM-11-LeaveOLeave6;   E464|        Any walk in pathless ways
IM-11-LeaveOLeave7;   E464|        Thro the gloom he'll see my shadow
IM-11-LeaveOLeave8;   E464|        Hear my voice upon the Breeze

IM-11-prose14; E464|        The Lawgiver all the while sat delighted to see them in such a
IM-11-prose15; E464|        serious humour Mr Scopprell said he you must be acquainted with a
IM-11-prose16; E464|        great many songs. O dear sir Ho Ho Ho I am no singer I must beg
IM-11-prose17; E464|        of one of these tender hearted ladies to sing for me--they all
IM-11-prose18; E464|        declined & he was forced to sing himself

IM-11-TheresDrClash1;   E464|        Theres Doctor Clash
IM-11-TheresDrClash2;   E464|        And Signior Falalasole
IM-11-TheresDrClash3;   E464|        O they sweep in the cash   t1095
IM-11-TheresDrClash4;   E464|        Into their purse hole
IM-11-TheresDrClash5;   E464|        Fa me la sol La me fa sol   t1096

IM-11-TheresDrClash6;   E464|        Great A little A
IM-11-TheresDrClash7;   E464|        Bouncing B
IM-11-TheresDrClash8;   E464|        Play away Play away
IM-11-TheresDrClash9;   E464|        Your out of the key
IM-11-TheresDrClash10; E464|        Fa me la sol La me fa sol

IM-11-TheresDrClash11; E464|        Musicians should have
IM-11-TheresDrClash12; E464|        A pair of very good ears
IM-11-TheresDrClash13; E464|        And Long fingers & thumbs
IM-11-TheresDrClash14; E464|        And not like clumsy bears
IM-11-TheresDrClash15; E464|        Fa me la sol La me fa sol

IM-11-TheresDrClash16; E465|        Gentlemen Gentlemen
IM-11-TheresDrClash17; E465|        Rap Rap Rap
IM-11-TheresDrClash18; E465|        Fiddle Fiddle Fiddle
IM-11-TheresDrClash19; E465|        Clap Clap Clap
IM-11-TheresDrClash20; E465|        Fa me la sol La me fa sol

IM-11-prose19; E465|        Hm said the Lawgiver, funny enough lets have handels
IM-11-prose20; E465|        waterpiece then Sipsop sung

IM-11-ACrownedKing1;   E465|        A crowned king,
IM-11-ACrownedKing2;   E465|        On a white horse sitting
IM-11-ACrownedKing3;   E465|        With his trumpets sounding
IM-11-ACrownedKing4;   E465|        And Banners flying
IM-11-ACrownedKing5;   E465|        Thro the clouds of smoke he makes his way

IM-11-ACrownedKing6;   E465|        And the shout of his thousands fills his heart with rejoicing & victory
IM-11-ACrownedKing7;   E465|        And the shout of his thousands fills his heart with rejoicing & victory
IM-11-ACrownedKing8;   E465|        Victory Victory--twas William the prince of Orange

ED; E465|        [Here a leaf or more is missing]

ED-IM; E465|        [An Island in the Moon] PAGE X
IM-end-prose1;   E465|        them Illuminating the Manuscript--Ay said she that would be
IM-end-prose2;   E465|        excellent. Then said he I would have all the writing Engraved
IM-end-prose3;   E465|        instead of Printed & at every other leaf a high finishd print all
IM-end-prose4;   E465|        in three Volumes folio, & sell them a hundred pounds a piece.
IM-end-prose5;   E465|        they would Print off two thousand then said she whoever will
IM-end-prose6;   E465|        not have them will be ignorant fools & will not deserve to live
IM-end-prose7;   E465|        Dont you think I have something of the Goats face says he. Very
IM-end-prose8;   E465|        like a Goats face--she answerd--I think your face said he is like
IM-end-prose9;   E465|        that noble beast the Tyger--Oh I was at Mrs Sicknakens & I was
IM-end-prose10; E465|        speaking of my abilities but their nasty hearts poor devils are
IM-end-prose11; E465|        eat up with envy--they envy me my abilities & all the Women envy
IM-end-prose12; E465|        your abilities my dear they hate people who are of higher
IM-end-prose13; E465|        abil[it]ies than their nasty filthy [Souls] Selves but
IM-end-prose14; E465|        do you outface them & then Strangers will see you have an
IM-end-prose15; E465|        opinion--now I think we should do as much good as we can when we
IM-end-prose16; E465|        are at Mr Femality's do yo[u] snap & take me up--and I will fall
IM-end-prose17; E465|        into such a passion Ill hollow and stamp & frighten all the
IM-end-prose18; E465|        People there & show them what truth is--at this Instant Obtuse
IM-end-prose19; E465|        Angle came in Oh I am glad you are come said quid

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